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Rending the Veil	By : SangoHuntress1977 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3154 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mokuyobi, Thursday, July 25, 2002
Yugi and Atem exited the city bus at their stop: the grocery store. Now that Atem was well and had all his necessary ID, it was high time to restock the household food reserves. Hand in hand, the tricolors made their way down the sidewalk, ignoring the stares of passersby, some of whom seemed to have a hard time with public affection, especially between two guys.
Atem’s eyes darted around the huge parking lot, full of more cars than he could possibly count. The whole scene felt just a bit too big for a man who had grown up in the arid deserts of Kemet, which had been populated by horses, asses, oxen, carts and chariots… and the camels; those snarling, spitting ships of the sand dunes.
As noisome as camels had been, cars were infinitely worse. They went way too fast, made too much noise and-Atem wrinkled his nose as a car drove by-their exhaust was a most foul concoction!
‘How do people bear this?’ he thought unhappily as he and Yugi began walking toward the store.
Atem and Yugi made their way into the building, their paces matching perfectly as they moved forward. After they cleared the first set of sliding doors, they were greeted by the sight of the lined up shopping carts along with the noise of them being banged around as people pulled them out for use or pushed them back in when they were finished with them.
Yugi pulled out the one nearest to them.
“You wanna push or should I?” he asked.
Atem’s eyes widened with indignation.
’I? Push a cart?!’ he thought, but immediately checked himself. 'You’re not a Pharaoh in this time; just a regular man…’
“Yes, I’ll push it…” Atem mumbled, stepping forward and taking the cart from Yugi’s hands.
As soon as they had walked through the second set of sliding doors, they were hit by a blast of cold air as they stepped into the store’s chilly environment.
“Osiris!” Atem swore as he started shivering all over.
“Now you know why I made you bring that flannel,” teased Yugi, referring to the red and black checkered shirt tied around Atem’s waist.
“Indeed,” muttered Atem as he hastily untied the flannel’s sleeves and pulled it on, grateful for the warmth it offered.
A somewhat less cold Atem fell in behind his Partner, pushing the shopping cart along. As they went forward, shelf after shelf, all laden with different foodstuffs, revealed themselves to the boys’ eyes. Nothing daunted, Yugi moved forward to pick out whatever struck his fancy. Atem, on the other hand, stopped and stared, as one in a thrall.
“By Ra… so much food in one place,” he whispered breathlessly as his eyes took in all the foods, many of them unfamiliar to him.
“Atem!” Yugi’s voice recalled Atem sharply to reality. “Stop daydreaming and bring the cart over here!”
“Sorry,” Atem murmured as he hurried to catch up with Yugi, who had already started pulling food off the shelves.
As item after item was dropped into the cart, Atem noted that it was all chips, candy, pop and ice cream. The Pharaoh cast a longing glance toward the fresh fruits and vegetables reposing on their shelves, the overhead lights glinting off their shiny, red, green, yellow and even purple skins. Sadly, Yugi passed these by without so much as a sideways glance.
‘Well, why not? After all, I have my own money. Yugi can buy what he likes and I’m free to do the same,’ Atem thought as he went and grabbed some lettuce, celery, carrots, onions, daikon and purple potatoes.
The tricolors met up at the basket at the same time, Atem with his vegetables and Yugi with a tub of double chocolate ice cream. Violet eyes widened at the sight of the green in Atem’s arms.
“Vegetables, Até?” he asked in surprise.
“Vegetables, Yugi,” Atem answered serenely. “Don’t worry. I’ll buy them myself.”
“Eh, OK,” said Yugi indifferently. “Oh, boy! M&M cookies!”
‘Ra help me,’ Atem thought as he put the greens into the cart.
The two proceeded down the aisles, each getting what he wanted, until at last, they reached the checkout line. Yugi loaded his junk food onto one and Atem loaded his fruit and vegetables and some beef he had spotted onto another.
After paying for their groceries, Yugi and Atem exited the store and went back to the bus stop, at which the next city bus was just pulling up. The tricolors entered, paid their fare and sat down for the short trip home.
Kame Game Shop
Once they were home, Yugi and Atem began putting everything away, Atem taking the items out of the bags and Yugi putting everything where it went. When they finished, Yugi grabbed a big bag of Beef Consomme Doritos and a Mountain Dew and went for the couch.
Atem wrinkled his nose after Yugi, but said nothing. Instead, he went for the recipe book in the cupboard. After leafing through Grandpa’s recipes, Atem found a Spanish dish called escalavida that would use his vegetables along with the beef they had also bought. The ancient one fired up the burners and put everything to cook.
As Yugi sat crunching on Doritos, the deliciously spicy smell of roasting beef and vegetables began to tickle his nostrils, causing his mouth to water. Suddenly, the corn chips didn’t seem as appetizing as they once had and Yugi found himself finishing the last one in his hand off and closing the bag up.
“Yugi! Dinner!” the deep voice called from the kitchen.
Yugi jumped up and tore into the dining room, taking his seat as Atem brought everything over. The sound of the beef and vegetables sizzling in the skillet filled Yugi’s ears as the spicy scent continued to tease his olfactory sense. However, he forced himself to wait patiently as Atem dished everything up, put the skillet back and sat down to his own food.
“Thanks for the food!”
Yugi picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. His eyes widened as the spicy taste exploded on his tongue, almost sending him rocketing into the ether. Convinced that vegetables were sometimes worth eating, Yugi sailed into his dish.
Watching the younger man eating, Atem smiled to himself, glad that he had found a way to get Yugi to eat something healthier than junk food.
Kinyobi, Friday, July 26, 2002
‘After we’ve eaten, I’m taking Yugi out. So far, I’ve only been on these walks, to the park and the grocery store. There’s a whole world out there, calling me to see it, and I intend to,’ Atem thought as he rounded the last corner of the block and headed back to the game shop.
Once inside, Atem started preparing breakfast until the stove clock showed 8 AM, time to drag a certain sleepyhead out of bed. With a smirk that bode no good Yugiward, Atem filled a cup with ice from the fridge’s ice maker and made his way upstairs.
Lying on the Pharaoh’s bed, limbs tangled in the sheets, Mutou Yugi was dead to the world. Setting down the cup, Atem grasped Yugi’s shoulder and gently shook him.
“Good morning, meriu,” he said softly.
“Mmmgh… go ‘way,” Yugi slurred, swiping at Atem’s hand.
‘Oh, good. That means I get to play,’ Atem thought.
The Pharaoh plucked an ice cube from the cup, pushed under the blanket and traced it lightly over Yugi’s bare chest.
“AAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!” Yugi yelped, seeming to leap ten feet into the air.
‘I swear he jumps higher every morning,’ Atem thought in amusement.
“Good morning, meriu,” the Pharaoh repeated.
“Atem! You are such an ass!” Yugi cried.
“Be grateful I’m not, or I would have kicked you out of bed,” corrected Atem. “Breakfast awaits.”
Before Yugi could speak another word, the Pharaoh exited magnificently from the room, leaving a rather vexed tricolor in his wake. With a huff, Yugi retreated to his room to get dressed.
After changing, Yugi thumped his way down the staircase just in time to see Atem serving breakfast. After saying their itadakimasu, the tricolors tucked in.
“Let’s get out of the house today. I don’t know about you, but I believe I’m feeling… cabin fever, I think it’s called…” Atem proposed.
“Ha ha! Yeah, me too! Definitely!” agreed Yugi. “I’m thinking it’s high time we took a trip to the mall.”
“The mall?” echoed Atem incredulously. “Whatever for?!”
“Clothes,” Yugi answered. “We need to get you some of your own.”
“I’d rather have my teeth yanked out than go clothes shopping,” fumed Atem, crossing his arms.
“Speaking of teeth, there’s a walk-in dentist office about two blocks away. We should probably get your teeth checked just to be on the safe side…” Yugi mused.
“On second thought, clothes shopping sounds fine,” Atem quickly amended.
“Promise?” asked Yugi.
“…Yes…” glowered Atem.
“Great!” said Yugi, whipping out his phone to email Jou.
Atem and Yugi, both clad in shorts and tank tops, sat at the kitchen table with the side door unlocked, awaiting the familiar screech of tires and the honk.
SCREECH!
HONK! HONK!
At these sounds, they stood, stepped down into their sandals and went to the red convertible. Since it was a sunny day out, the rag top was down and Jou was wearing shades.
“Hey, dudes!” he greeted with a wave.
“Hey, Jou!” returned Yugi happily as he leapt over the door and into the front left seat.
“Thanks for picking us up,” said Atem as he leapt into the backseat.
“No prob,” said Jou as he flipped the car into gear and peeled out. “Where to first?”
“The mall,” answered Yugi.
“Yugiiii,” whined Atem in a last ditch attempt.
“You promised,” pointed out Yugi.
“Oh, fine!” pouted Atem, jaw jutting out to show his displeasure.
“Ha ha ha! What, you goin’ clothes shoppin’ or somethin’?” asked Jou at the sullen Pharaoh.
“It’s time for Atem to start his own wardrobe,” explained Yugi with a fond smile into the back. “He’s a bit big in the chest for my clothes and my shirts are getting stretched.”
“Hmph!” sulked Atem, crossing his arms petulantly.
“Lookit it dis way, Temu,” Jou tried. “If ya gitcher own clothes, ya kin look howevah ya want, instead a just copyin’ Yugi. Ya kin be yer own dude.”
Crimson eyes looked up at the two smiling faces, one looking back at him, one looking at him through the mirror. That was indeed true. Perhaps it was time for him to take his first steps in this new world as Atem Akhnumkanun, instead of Other Yugi.
“Alright,” he said with a small smile, uncrossing his arms and turning to look at the scenery whizzing by.
As they drove, Jou flipped on the radio, causing heavy metal from bands such as Maximum to the Hormone, Sand and of course, Church of Misery to blast out of the speakers. Poor Atem nearly jumped out of his skin as his sensitive ears were assaulted by the bombastic noise of the electric guitars and screamed lyrics; Yugi and Jou too busy headbanging to even notice.
Gritting his teeth, Atem had to block his ears with his fingers to be able to bear with the ride at all.
‘How do they listen to this screeching noise without destroying their hearing?’ he wondered as he cringed.
Unmindful of the poor Pharaoh suffering in the back, Yugi and Jou headbanged and screeched out what words they could understand as songs of death, graveyards, war and the end of the world played themselves out over the speakers.
As they lost themselves in the music, Yugi and Jou laughed and played air guitar, their heads banging in perfect sync with the beat. Presently, Yugi finally remembered Atem sitting in the back and turned to comment to him about the currently playing song, only to find the poor Pharaoh hunched over with his fingers in his hears.
“Oh, crap!” he yelped, quickly turning down the radio.
“Hey, man!” whined Jou.
“It’s hurting his ears,” said Yugi, jerking his head back at Atem, who was just now cautiously pulling his fingers from his ears.
“Eh? Oh, sorry, dude” said Jou.
“You OK, Até?” asked Yugi, leaning back to look the visibly shaken Atem over.
“Mm,” Atem managed a nod. “Go ahead and play your noi… music.”
“OK. We’ll keep the sound down though,” conceded Yugi, giving Atem’s hand a squeeze.
“Thank you,” said Atem with a small smile as he returned it.
At length, they arrived at Domino Mall, where Jou shut the car off and the three of them jumped out.
“Here we are: Domino Mall. Land of a thousand-’n’-one ovapriced stores,” joked Jou as they started forth.
“Can’t you haggle with the merchants?” asked Atem.
“Dude, dis is a mall, not a desert bazaar,” said Jou disdainfully. “Wutcha see on da tag is wutcha pay.”
“Seems to me your malls could take a hint from our desert bazaars,” commented Atem with equal disdain.
“He’s got us there, Jou,” laughed Yugi.
“Wutevah. Let’s just git in ‘n git on wit’ it,” said Jou with a roll of his eyes as they headed for the doors.
Domino Mall
From the moment they entered the large, crowded mall, poor Atem’s senses were so bombarded by the sight of so many stores and people all under one large roof, and all the noises echoing off the walls, that his heart began to race in his chest and he actually had to grasp Yugi’s arm to ground himself and keep from fleeing back to the car.
“Easy, Até. It’s alright. It’s alright,” Yugi soothed the agitated Egyptian in a soft voice as he gently stroked Atem’s bare arm. “I know. This place is way too big and noisy. Just listen to my voice and look at me. Let everything else fade into the background.”
Atem fixed his eyes on Yugi’s face, trying to focus solely on his voice and filter everything else out.
“Take some deep breaths, dude,” suggested Jou.
Atem took several deep breaths and gradually got his bearings, but would not disengage from Yugi’s arm. Fortunately, as they were in a large, crowded place, no one really took notice of the obvious contact between the two young men, and the trio started forward unmolested.
“OK. We’ll go straight to the clothes store. It won’t be so bad in there,” said Yugi, with a soothing pat on Atem’s hand.
A trembling Atem could only nod. The noise was just awful and he felt like the crowd was pressing down on him from all sides. Heart palpitating like a jackhammer, he walked rigidly between the other two, keeping his eyes fixed squarely on his hand clasped in Yugi’s, the only thing grounding him at this point.
Fortunately, they found a clothing store and stepped in. Inside the smaller, more intimate environment, cut off from the larger, louder chaos of the mall, Atem was able to get his bearings. As his heart rate began to decrease, he stood taller and disengaged his hand from Yugi’s, taking in the large selection of clothes before him.
“I can really choose anything I want?” he asked in a whisper, like a young child visiting the toy store for the first time.
“It’s your money, so it’s your call,” replied Yugi with a smile.
With a small smile, Atem nodded and stepped from Yugi to go make his first 21st century purchases.
As Atem went to choose what he wanted, Yugi watched him with a loving gaze. In the more intimate atmosphere of the clothes store, Atem was quite his own man again, happily perusing the racks and picking out what he liked.
‘All of it black and red, of course,’ Yugi thought with an indulgent smile, as he remembered his Other’s penchant for anything with black leather, buckles and chains.
“Dude still loves his goth shit,” snickered Jou.
“Oh, leave him alone, Jou,” chided a smiling Yugi.
Presently, Atem returned to them with several black and red articles of raiment slung over his arms.
“I’ve found what I want. Now what?” he asked.
“Now you have to try it on,” answered Yugi, gesturing to the fitting rooms.
“What? Oh, alright,” groused Atem, anxious to simply buy what he wanted and get away from this accursed mall.
“That way you’ll know what you’re getting will fit. There’s no sense in getting something you can’t wear,” pointed out Yugi.
“As you say,” conceded Atem as he went for the fitting rooms.
Yugi watched Atem go, then cast a quick glare at the snickering Jounouchi.
“It’s like watchin’ a motha ‘n her li’l kid,” grinned the blond.
“I dare you to say that to his face,” retorted Yugi as he crossed his arms, causing Jou to fall silent, though the shit-eating grin remained.
Presently, Atem came out with the clothes he had picked. He held up one t-shirt that he had liked, frowning.
“This one is too small,” he announced glumly, looking as though his world were coming to an end because one article of clothing wouldn’t fit.
“Do the others fit?” Yugi asked, carefully concealing the amusement from his face and voice.
Atem nodded.
“OK. Give me the ones that fit,” Yugi instructed as Atem handed the clothes to him. “Clothes usually come in different sizes. Just take that shirt back where you got it and pick out another like it.”
As soon as Atem had retreated to the racks, Yugi and Jou dissolved into a fit of laughter.
After Atem had made his purchases and everything was secured in a big bag, crimson eyes fell on a makeup shop just across the mall from the clothes store.
“I’m going there next,” he said with a nod to the makeup shop.
“A makeup store? But’cher a guy!” protested Jou.
“Thank you so much for the information,” quipped Atem before heading out.
“Ancient Egyptians wore makeup,” explained Yugi.
“Even da guys?!” yelped Jou.
“Yeah, even the guys,” said Yugi. “I just hope he doesn’t go overboard.”
As it was, Atem didn’t go overboard. He did, however, buy himself plenty of kohl eyeliner.
After new clothes and eyeliner, it was time to find footwear. Again in the crowded, noisy large area of the mall, Atem clung to Yugi’s hand and forced himself to breathe deeply and stare at the floor in front of himself. He noticed that it wasn’t quite as difficult this time, perhaps because he knew more what to expect now. Still, Atem was glad when they reached a footwear shop.
Atem looked the different shoes over with little interest. Finally, however, a pair of black hightops with silver trim did catch his eye. Atem plucked the shoes off the shelf and stepped into those. He walked around, feeling their stiffness, but also how surprisingly comfortable they were.
‘These are certainly nicer than what we wore in my time,’ he thought.
“I’ll take these,” Atem announced at length.
“Cool,” said Yugi.
After Atem made his purchase, he rejoined his waiting friends.
“Are we done here?” he asked hopefully.
Yugi thought for a second.
“Uh, we should probably get you a jacket. It’ll be fall pretty soon. We can hold off on winter coats until November, but you’ll definitely want something more than just a flannel pretty soon,” said Yugi.
Just then, Atem noticed a leather goods shop across from the shoe store.
“And I know just where to get one,” he said, stepping around Yugi and Jou to head for the store.
Atem raised his eyes to look at all the different boots reposing on the shelves. His eyes shone when they fell on a pair of Doc Martins Phina knee-high boots adorned with buckles.

Removing his sandals, Atem stepped into the boots, which he had already unbuckled. After he rebuckled the boots, he began walking around the store. The new leather felt stiff and uncomfortable. But Atem knew that was just temporary and would work out the more he used them. Plus, there were leather softeners one could buy and rub into the boots to help soften the cowhide.
‘These will do nicely,’ he thought with a satisfied smirk as he unbuckled and stepped back out of the boots.
Boots clutched safely in his hand, Atem began looking at the different leather jackets hanging from the racks, all very tempting. However, he knew what he was looking for. Finally, his eyes fell on a biker jacket with spikes sticking out all over the shoulders, also adorned with many chains and buckles.
As they watched, an openly grinning Jou held out his hand, into which a scowling Yugi deposited ¥5,000.
“Love da boots,” grinned Jou. “We gotta git ‘m into a Church of Misery concert wit’ us some time. He’d be a sight.”
“Good luck. He’s so stubborn,” muttered Yugi.
“No, Yugi. If I were stubborn, I wouldn’t have come here in the first place,” Atem’s voice cut in on Yugi and Jou’s conversation.
The two looked up and saw a glaring Atem standing before them, bags dangling from his wrists.
“Oh! Hi, Até!” said Yugi brightly.
“Are we done here?” asked the Pharaoh, patience beginning to wear thin.
“Ummm… yeah,” smiled Yugi.
Without another word, Atem whirled about on his heel and strode ahead of the other two into the large main area, head held up proudly.
“Looks like he’s ova his mall phobia,” snickered Jou.
“Well, that’s a relief,” said Yugi. ‘I’m so dreading tomorrow…’
After the mall, the trio made their way to Burger World with Atem’s purchases stuffed in the car’s trunk and the metal playing at a moderate level. Tired from his shopping expedition, Atem relaxed against the side of the car and watched the scenery whizzing past them, only half listening to Yugi and Jou’s headbanging to the offkey caterwauling they called music.
At last they were at Burger World, the restaurant with its large glass windows and mustachioed hamburger mascot sitting atop the arched entrance.
The trio sat down at a booth and a waitress promptly approached to take their order.
“Two burgers, large fries ‘n large Coke,” Jou promptly ordered.
“Cheeseburger, large fries, and large Coke,” Yugi ordered.
“One hamburger,” Atem answered when the waitress’ attention turned to him.
When the trays were set down before them, Yugi and Jou tore into their burgers and fries, devouring like a pair of hungry dogs. Disgusted at the spectacle beside him, Atem turned his attention to his own food. First, he pried the bun partway off the burger and inspected it, finding nothing objectionable between the buns. Satisfied that it was edible, he brought it to his lips and tried a ginger bite.
Not bad! Smiling to himself, Atem began chewing, enjoying the taste of the meat, ketchup, mayo, mustard and cheese that mingled on his tongue and hit his taste buds with a thousand new flavors at once.
Sneaking some of Yugi’s fries, he found that these were good too; lovely golden brown sticks of hot salty goodness, hinting a slightly earthy taste.
‘I guess twenty-first century food isn’t all bad,’ the ancient one had to admit to himself. ‘Just that junk Yugi likes so much.’
“I’m gittin’ anotha burger!” announced Jou abruptly.
“Me too. One cheeseburger’s never enough,” agreed Yugi.
Jou and Yugi’s extra burger and cheeseburger were bought and consumed within about three minutes. Poor Atem, only halfway through his burger, could hardly believe the velocity at which Yugi and Jou consumed their food.
‘Do they even bother to chew?’ he wondered in disdain as he bit into his own burger.
“I’m still hungry. Just one more cheeseburger,” grinned Yugi.
“Speak fer yerself. I’m gittin’ two more hamburgers,” announced Jou.
“Then I’ll get two more cheeseburgers. Waitress!”
‘Where do they put it all?’
“Hey, Yuge, ya remember when dat escaped convict busted in here ‘n took Anzu hostage?” Jou piped up suddenly.
“Uh, vaguely,” answered Yugi. “I don’t really remember much though.”
“Oh, yeah. Dude blew himself up wit’ smokes ‘n vodka. What a moron!” laughed Jou.
“Really? Oh, my gods!” smiled Yugi.
Unseen by the two friends, a grim smile passed over Atem’s face at the memory. He was an entirely different person from the broken, amnesiac thing that had first emerged from the Puzzle. And while he certainly felt remorse for most of the things he had done in that state, he felt none whatsoever for this particular incident. Somewhere, in the deepest recesses of his heart, he could feel the old darkness stirring just a bit. That part of him would always be there, just as his pharaonic days and dueling days would. All these different selves made him the man he was today.
Shifting his weight a bit in the booth, Atem forced his mind to the present and listened to the rest of Jou and Yugi’s conversation, which thankfully had switched from past reminiscence to video games.
That night…
“No!” barked Atem, eyes narrowed in anger, unusually directed at Yugi.
“Atem, yes!” Yugi shouted back. “Listen to me! You’re in a mortal and vulnerable body, just like the rest of us. You have to take care of yourself!”
“I was never sick a day in my life when I was Pharaoh!” Atem bit out.
“There are diseases in this time that could kill you while just making me a little sick,” Yugi protested.
“How so?” asked Atem.
“Because your 3,000 year old body has no immunity. Like the flu, for instance. I’d get a fever and the chills and be OK in a few days. You could die,” Yugi pointed out.
“That wouldn’t happen!” Atem growled, jaw jutting out defiantly.
“If I show you on the Internet, would you believe that?” Yugi asked, feeling like he was getting nowhere with his stubborn Other.
Atem considered a moment.
“Perhaps… If you can offer me a convincing argument,” he said.
“OK. C'mon,” said Yugi, leading them up to his room.
Once in his room, Yugi brought his computer out of sleep, dialed into the Net and ran a search for different viruses. Some of the pictures were quite graphic, showing people with sores and blisters on their skin. Atem’s eyes widened at the sight.
“All of these could’ve been prevented if the people in these pictures had been vaccinated,” Yugi explained desperately.
“Why weren’t they then?” asked Atem.
“Because many of them live in countries where they can’t get good healthcare. We’re lucky. Japan has a great healthcare system. You never have to get these diseases, but you have to get vaccinated!” Yugi pleaded.
“Well, if Japan has such great healthcare and everyone else is vaccinated, then why need I be vaccinated? Surely, everyone else around me is healthy,” Atem argued.
“Because there are lots of foreigners too and not all of them are vaccinated,” Yugi explained, hoping against hope to crack Atem’s stubborn heart and get him to understand.
“I remain unconvinced,” said Atem, crossing his arms and glaring at his Partner.
‘He’s as stubborn as Grandpa!’ Yugi thought in frustration.
Grandpa… during the long months he had coughed, Yugi had asked him several times to go to the doctor to get it looked at. Always Grandpa had smiled and dismissed Yugi’s concerns, saying he was fine or was just getting old. And things obviously hadn’t ended well for Grandpa.
As Yugi stared into defiant ruby irises, the old pain of Grandpa’s death flooded over him, welling up in a bubbling geyser of frustration at one very stubborn Pharaoh. Clenching his fists, Yugi met Atem’s stubborn glare with an openly angry glare.

“Atem, you can argue and threaten your way out of a lot of things, but when it comes to your health, I’m not backing down. You either go to the doctor tomorrow or I'm putting a password on my computer and never letting you play video games on it again!” Yugi barked back.

Atem's eyes widened in startlement. Yugi certainly knew how to hit him where he lived. Atem never would have believed his beloved Partner could be merciless.

"Partner! You wouldn't?!" he gasped incredulously.

"Just try me!" Yugi fired back harshly.

Taken aback by the harshness of Yugi’s tone and the directness of the younger man’s glare, Atem felt something in him wither and lowered his gaze, letting go of the argument, for now.

“10 AM,” Yugi said in a no-nonsense voice.
“I heard you the first time,” growled Atem before stalking to his room and shutting the door solidly.
Yugi sighed, his quick anger fading away, only to be replaced by hurt from his Other’s attitude. Well, there was no help for it now. After everything was over, they were sure to make up. Yugi and the Pharaoh had seldom argued and even when they had, had never held a lasting grudge against each other.
With a sad glance toward his door and a heavy sigh, Yugi changed into his PJs and got into his bed to sleep alone for the first time in a long time.
Doyobi, Saturday, July 27, 2002, 9:55 AM
Yugi and Atem made their way into the small medical clinic. Yugi’s eyes kept darting behind him to his still very sullen Other, who walked with his jaw jutting out his arms crossed defiantly. With a sigh, Yugi looked forward again. Not a word had been spoken at breakfast and Yugi suspected that the burned tempura had been anything but an accident on Atem’s part.
‘Well, we’re here now, so let’s just get this over with,’ Yugi thought as he opened the office door to admit his reluctant Pharaoh.
While Atem sat down on one of the chairs and crossed his legs in a further show of defiance, Yugi made his way to the nurses’ window.
“May I help you?” asked the attending nurse.
“Akhnumkanun Atemu is here for his 10 AM with Choushinki-sensei,” replied Yugi.
“Alright. And you’re his…” the nurse inquired.
Yugi spared a glance back at Atem, who was openly glaring at him.
“I’m his… translator. He doesn’t speak much Japanese,” Yugi said lamely. “I’ll sign him in.”
“I see. He’s lucky to have a friend like you,” said the nurse.
“Er, yeah,” said Yugi, feeling the heat of that pointed stare on his back.
Yugi wrote Atem’s name and their appointment time down on the patient roster, then went to sit down with a seat between him and his stubborn Other. Yugi spared a glance to his side and read the indignant defiance in Atem’s rigid profile.
‘I’ve never seen him like this before and I hate it,’ Yugi thought.
“Atem…” he began.
Atem stubbornly turned his back to Yugi, shoulders rigid and head up arrogantly.
“Fine…” sighed Yugi.
The two lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, Yugi trying in vain to find distraction by looking at some months-old magazines and fiddling with his phone, Atem sitting rigidly, arms and legs crossed, the whole time, never moving a muscle, except for his eyes constantly darting about the room.
After a seeming eternity, the door opened and the nurse that Yugi knew upon sight as Nurse Chuushaki poked her head out.
“Akhnumkanun Atemu?” she called.
Atem stood up rigidly.
“Want me to come with you or wait?” asked Yugi.
“This whole thing was your idea. You are definitely coming!” hissed Atem.
“OK…” said Yugi, standing up and falling in behind Atem.
Nurse Chuushaki led the tricolors through a corridor and to a small room with a black exam table with a strip of crinkly white paper on its surface, two chairs and a sink.
“I’ll need you to undress down to your underwear and put on this gown. It ties in the back,” Nurse Chuushaki ordered, pulling a gown from a cupboard and putting it on the table.
As Nurse Chuushaki exited the room, Atem turned an irate glare on Yugi.
“That’s normal, Até,” Yugi reassured. “Here…”
Yugi went for the button to Atem’s shorts, but the Pharaoh turned away from him.
“I can do it myself,” he said indignantly.
Yugi smiled sadly. He knew Atem was mad at him and anxious with this whole situation, but it was a necessary evil. Atem’s health was of paramount concern to Yugi now, far outweighing any temper tantrum the Pharaoh might throw. Besides, Atem wouldn’t stay mad at him forever; he never did. Yugi watched appreciatively as Atem stripped down to his boxers, folding each article of clothing neatly and piling everything on the chair, hightops reposing under the chair with socks stuffed in them.
‘He’s so beautiful.’
Atem slid his arms into the gown and reached behind to tie it. Alas, no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get the stubborn ties to come together.
“Damn it!” Atem snarled in frustration.
Yugi flinched. When Atem switched to Ancient Egyptian, that meant he had one nerve left and it was perilously close to snapping.
“Here,” said the teen gently, stepping up behind Atem and tying the upper and lower ties to properly hide his backside. “These can be really hard to tie.”
When Yugi pulled back, he saw Atem gazing at him with eyes softer than they had been of late. When Atem saw that Yugi was looking at him, however, he quickly narrowed his gaze and looked forward again, still wanting to show his displeasure with this whole situation.
Yugi sighed and smiled patiently. He wasn’t going to let Atem’s moods get to him. This was for Atem’s good, even if the stubborn Pharaoh couldn’t see it.
Just then, Nurse Chuushaki came back in.
“OK. We’ll get started by taking your vitals,” she said, pulling out and shaking a thermometer. “I’m going to put this under your tongue. Leave it there for a minute.”
For a moment, Atem looked like he might defy Nurse Chuushaki. Then with a sigh, he opened his mouth and allowed Nurse Chuushaki to place the thermometer under his tongue.
“While we’re waiting for the thermometer, I’ll check your blood pressure,” said Nurse Chuushaki. “Arm.”
A deeply frowning Atem held out his left arm and allowed Nurse Chuushaki to wrap the cuff around it. She squeezed the bulb several times, tightening the cuff around Atem’s arm. Just as he was about to spit out the thermometer and start swearing at her in Ancient Egyptian, Nurse Chuushaki released the cuff and the tightness receded.
“Ninety-eight point six. Normal temperature. Now if you’ll follow me into the hall, we can get your height and weight,” said Nurse Chuushaki.
With a grunt and a shrug, Atem slid down from the table and sauntered into the hallway after Nurse Chuushaki, Yugi following close behind, ready to intervene should Atem try anything, like attacking Nurse Chuushaki or making a break for it.
Atem stepped up onto the platform while Nurse Chuushaki pushed the weights on the scales until they balanced.
“190 lbs,” Nurse Chuushaki announced as she pulled out a ruler, which she touched to the crown of Atem’s head.
Because Atem’s normally gravity defying hair was pulled back in a ponytail, the ruler touched the actual crown of his head and revealed his height as no more than 5’3”.
‘Though his ego and charisma make him seem ten feet tall,’ Yugi thought with a loving gaze toward his gowned Pharaoh.
Atem had stepped off the scale and was starting back toward the exam room, when Nurse Chuushaki held out a clear plastic cup with a blue top on it for him. Atem glared at her in confusion.
“What the hell am I supposed to do with this?” he growled.
“You pee in it, sweetheart,” said Nurse Chuushaki, pointing to the bathroom.
“What?! Why?!” Atem barked.
((“The doctor wants to look at your pee under a microscope,”)) Yugi explained, stepping into the breech.
((“Yugi, this place is sick. First they almost squeeze my arm off and now they want to take my piss and look at it under a microscope?!”)) Atem asked.
((“Yes. There are certain diseases they check for that way,”)) Yugi explained.
Sweeping Yugi and Nurse Chuushaki with a scornful glare, Atem snatched the cup from Nurse Chuushaki’s hand and stalked off to the bathroom, whose door he slammed behind him.
“Sorry about my friend. He just moved here,” Yugi explained lamely.
Soon enough, a still quite wrathful Atem emerged from the bathroom with a nearly full bottle and tossed it carelessly to Nurse Chuushaki. Fortunately, he had put the cap on tightly, so there was no spillage.
“Now we have to take an x-ray of your chest. If you’ll just follow me,” said Nurse Chuushaki as she labeled the sample with Atem’s name.
Atem turned to Yugi.
((“They want to look inside your chest,”)) Yugi explained.
This explanation didn’t produce the reaction Yugi had hoped it would. Instead, Atem’s eyes widened, taking on a wild light. Too late, Yugi realized his mistake.
((“They want to cut me open?!”)) he almost screamed.
((“No, no! Atem, I’m sorry. I didn’t word it right. They shoot invisible rays through your chest so they can see inside you. It’s like how the microwave works,”)) Yugi answered.
‘Oops…’
((“They mean to burn me with radiation?!”)) Atem cried, placated not one iota by Yugi’s explanation.
((“It’s a very low level, not enough to hurt you. You won’t feel any pain at all. I’ve had x-rays here before and you know there are no scars or burns on my chest,”)) Yugi explained.
This seemed to do the trick in that it got Atem to huff an annoyed sigh and follow Nurse Chuushaki to the x-ray lab. Once they were in the lab, Atem looked about, seeing a screen and a thing that looked sort of like a camera across the room from it.
“Atem, I’ll need to hold onto your jewelry while they’re taking the x-ray. It interferes with the machine,” said Yugi, holding out his hand.
((“Don’t lose them!”)) Atem growled, even as he slid the rings from his fingers, unclipped his bracelets and upper arm bands and earrings, finally unclasped his cartouche from around his neck, and handed them to Yugi.
“If you’ll step this way, please,” said Nurse Chuushaki in a no-nonsense voice.
With a final scowl Yugiward, Atem stepped forward and stood where Nurse Chuushaki showed him, before the screen, facing the large camera like machine.
“Take a deep breath and hold!” Nurse Chuushaki instructed.
Atem sucked in a deep breath and held it. Imagine his surprise when no lasers or fire came out of the machine to burn a hole in his chest. There was a brief click and then.
“Breathe out and turn to your right side.”
Swallowing his annoyance, Atem obeyed the directive.
“Deep breath and hold.”
Atem took another deep breath and heard the brief click once again.
The procedure was repeated one last time from the other side.
“We’re all done here. Head back to the exam room and the doctor will be with you shortly,” instructed Nurse Chuushaki.
After snatching his jewelry back from Yugi and donning it, Atem sauntered out of the x-ray lab, followed by a bemused Yugi.
Back in the exam room, with Atem once again sitting rigidly on the exam table, arms and legs crossed, Yugi smiled at him. Atem glanced at him, blinked, then narrowed his eyes and looked away again.
With a small sigh, Yugi looked toward the door, hoping Choushinki-sensei would come in soon, as he was anxious to get out of this place and make up with Atem as soon as possible.
As if the fates had read his thoughts, there was a knock and the door opened, revealing Choushinki-sensei himself, a middle aged doctor with black hair that had some gray at the sides and glasses before his wise brown eyes.
“Hi, Choushinki-sensei,” said Yugi happily.
“Yugi, how have you been?” asked the doctor.
“Just fine,” said Yugi.
“And you must be Akhnumkanun-san?” said Choushinki-sensei.
Atem’s scowl only deepened as his suspicion at this too-friendly doctor increased.
“Uh, he’s from Egypt and doesn’t speak much Japanese,” Yugi said quickly. “I’ll translate between us.”
“Alright. Well, the first thing I’ll do is look in your eyes and ears,” the doctor began, pulling out a penlight.
With Yugi watching to keep Atem from revolting against the doctor, Choushinki-sensei shone his penlight into Atem’s ears, nose and finally, his eyes, at which point Atem blinked his eyes and pulled back from the bright light.
“Atem…” Yugi said in his firmest voice.
After flashing Yugi a dirty look, Atem sat still and permitted the doctor to shine the light into his eyes.
“I must say, you have a unique eye color, Akhnumkanun-san. I’ve never seen crimson eyes before,” said Choushinki-sensei.
((“There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?”)) Atem growled.
“Uh, he says thank you for the nice compliment,” said a brightly smiling Yugi.
“Now I need you to open your mouth wide and say, ‘Aah,’” said Choushinki-sensei as he held out what looked to Atem like a popsicle stick without the popsicle on it.
((“No!”)) Atem growled, crossing his arms over his chest in a show of defiance.
Yugi glanced at the doctor, mouthing a message to him…
“Get the stick ready!”
At Choushinki-sensei’s nod, Yugi’s fingers suddenly went for Atem’s vulnerable ribs, lightly prodding this known sensitive spot.
“Ah! Ha ha!” Atem was forced to open his mouth to laugh.
Not a second later, Atem felt that accursed stick in his mouth, pressing down on his tongue while that quack healer shone his penlight into his mouth and down his throat. Just when Atem thought he was going to gag, the tongue depressor was withdrawn and the light shut off.
‘You little traitor!’ Atem thought as he shot a very nasty glare down at the sweetly smiling Yugi, who to add salt to the wound, gave him a pat on the thigh.
Just then, he felt something tapping his right knee, causing his leg to bounce. Atem snapped his glare down to where the sensation had come from, to see a small rubber hammer in the doctor’s hand.
((“Yugi, he just assaulted me!”)) Atem cried indignantly.
((“He’s just checking your reflexes. It doesn’t even hurt,”)) replied Yugi with a roll of his eyes.
((“That’s the not the po… Stop that!”)) Atem barked as the doctor struck his other knee with the hammer, causing it to bounce as well.
“Your reflexes are perfect. Let’s see how your heart and lungs sound,” said Choushinki-sensei as he donned his stethoscope.
((“Yugi?”)) Atem yelped in alarm at the sight of the unknown instrument.
((“It’s a stethoscope. It just lets the doctor listen to your heart and lungs. It won’t hurt,”)) Yugi soothed, squeezing Atem’s shoulder as he untied the upper half of Atem’s gown and pushed it down his shoulders to bunch at his elbows.
With a deep sigh, Atem sat still and permitted Choushinki-sensei to touch the stethoscope to his chest. He jumped a bit when the cold steel hit his skin, causing it to ripple, but offered no further protest.
Yugi couldn’t help the slight heat pooling in his nether regions at the sight of Atem’s nipples hardening as the cold disk of the stethoscope was touched to his sensitive skin.
‘My poor Até,’ he thought with a sad smile.
“Just breathe normally while I listen to your heart,” the doctor instructed.
With a roll of his eyes, Atem sat still and breathed normally as Choushinki-sensei touched the stethoscope to different parts of his chest while listening to the steady beat of his strong heart.
“Your heart sounds fine. Now I want you to take deep breaths while I touch the stethoscope to your back,” instructed the doctor.
Atem’s skin rippled at the feeling of the cold steel disk against his bare skin when the doctor touched the stethoscope to his back. He glanced at Yugi, who took an exaggerated breath in, bidding him to do the same. With another scowl, Atem inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with air and then letting it out slowly while Choushinki-sensei held that cold, steel disk to his upper back. This was repeated another six times as the doctor moved the stethoscope around Atem’s back, listening to his working lungs from different angles.
“Your heart and lungs sound fine,” said Choushinki-sensei with a nod to Yugi, who pulled the gown back up Atem’s arms and retied it.
“Lie down on your back so I can listen to your intestines,” the doctor instructed.
After Atem was supine, with Yugi holding his hand, the doctor pushed the gown up over his rib cage and moved the hem of his boxers down to just over his pubic triangle. Atem stared at the ceiling and shivered a bit as that damnable stethoscope was now touched to his sensitive belly before being lifted and touched to different areas while the doctor listened to the gurgling and churning of his bowels.
Atem winced and glared at Choushinki-sensei as the doctor’s fingers began to push down into his abdomen, moving in small circles. Every so often, the doctor would push in more deeply, which didn’t really hurt, but was rather uncomfortable. Seeking comfort, Atem squeezed Yugi’s hand and Yugi promptly squeezed back. The doctor’s fingers moved lower and lower, pressing down and moving in small circles. Twice, the doctor slipped one hand under Atem’s flank while the other pressed down on his abdomen, seeming to trap an organ between exploring hands. At length, the doctor withdrew his hands, much to Atem’s relief.
“Now stand up,” Choushinki-sensei instructed.
Yugi took Atem’s hand and guided him to stand on the cold linoleum floor.
“Remove your boxers and lift your gown,” the doctor instructed.
((“What?”)) growled Atem.
((“It’s alright, Até. Once we’re done, we can go home and…”)) Yugi trailed off.
'The things I do for you,’ Atem thought with a sour face as he slid off his boxers and lifted his gown up, revealing his private area .
Feeling his mouth go dry at that sight, Yugi definitely couldn’t say he didn’t appreciate the view as he took Atem’s boxers and laid them atop his other clothes.
Atem blushed six shades of red and bit down on his lip when he felt Choushinki-sensei’s gloved fingers on him, folding back his skin and gently squeezing and stroking up and down his length. When the doctor’s fingers pinched open the slit on his head, he couldn’t hold back that groan.
“Anh!”
“Does this hurt?” Choushinki-sensei inquired as he pinched again.
“No,” Atem forced out. 'It feels too good. That’s the problem.’
The doctor proceeded with the exam, squeezing, pinching, stroking and just overall agitating Atem’s organ to turgidity. By the time the exam was finished, poor Atem was rock hard, cheeks tinged a lovely incarnadine.
“Would you hold your penis up so I can check your testicles?” the doctor requested.
“Eh?” Atem asked, mind a bit too foggy to process instructions.
“Here,” Yugi offered, reaching in and holding Atem’s organ and gown up so the doctor could check his sac.
“Aaanngh!” Atem groaned when he felt the gloved digits begin to cup and squeeze his scrotum.
Paying no mind to his patient’s groaning, Choushinki-sensei took his time, cupping, squeezing and rubbing Atem’s sac, passing the smooth testicles between two sets of fingers.
With his free hand, Yugi caught one of Atem’s hands and gave a comforting squeeze.
By the time the doctor withdrew his fingers, poor Atem was rock hard and blushing like a schoolgirl. Even though Yugi felt bad for Atem having to endure this, he couldn’t help but smile at how adorable his Pharaoh looked in this state.
“Now I need you to bend over the table and spread your legs as far as you can,” instructed the doctor as he pushed his hand into a latex glove.
Wild crimsons locked with sympathetic violet.
“Yugi…” Atem began.
“It’s OK, Até. This is the last exam,” soothed Yugi as he took Atem’s hand in his own and squeezed even as he guided his Other to the table and helped him to bend over with his legs spread. This done, Yugi untied the lower part of Atem’s gown, allowing the fabric to part.
Atem flinched when he felt his nether cheeks being parted and a cool, slickened finger slipping between them, rubbing against his clenched ring of muscle for a few seconds before dipping inside. Blushing scarlet with humiliation, he buried his face in Yugi’s chest as he felt the doctor’s finger push slowly inside him, twisting and turning as it felt all his walls.
“It’s alright, Até. It’s alright. You’re doing fine,” Yugi soothed as he gently rubbed Atem’s back.
“Unnnhhh…” this groan was torn from Atem’s throat when the doctor’s finger brushed against his prostate.
That might not have been so bad, but when the finger stopped and began pressing down on one particular spot, Atem felt his tip weeping and tensed up, not wanting to release in the exam room.
“It’s OK. It’s OK. Just relax,” Yugi reassured him.
‘Easy for you to say, Yugi. You aren’t the one bent over a table with a stranger’s hand up your ass,’ Atem thought miserably.
Atem felt his sac beginning to twitch. Just as he thought he was going to be forced to release onto the floor, the finger stopped pressing.
“Bear down,” came the instruction.
As Atem pushed down, the finger was withdrawn from within him. The Egyptian breathed a sigh of relief at the emptiness he felt inside.
“You did great,” Yugi whispered in Atem’s ear, giving him a squeeze on the shoulder as he pulled back.
Atem flinched a bit as he felt a cotton wipe being applied between his nether cheeks, cleaning up the remaining lubricant. Glancing over his shoulder, Atem watched as Yugi wiped him clean and tied the gown back up.
“Go ahead and put your boxers back on,” Yugi said softly.
“Thank you,” Atem growled, retrieving his boxers from the pile of clothes on the chair and stepping back into them.
“Just two more things, then you’ll be done,” said Choushinki-sensei as he went to the door. “Nurse, bring the needles!”
At the word ‘needles,’ Atem paled visibly and turned a horrified face to Yugi.
“Yugi!”
“This is the last thing, I swear Até. Needles don’t hurt half as much as you think they will,” Yugi soothed, giving Atem’s left arm a squeeze.
Just then, Nurse Chuushaki entered the room, carrying a tray with nine needles on it, eight of them filled, the ninth empty.
‘Ra’s chariot! I have to have four of those daggers in each arm?! And why is that one in her hand empty?!’ Atem thought, watching in horror as Nurse Chuushaki approached with the empty needle.
While Nurse Chuushaki swabbed the skin over his vein with rubbing alcohol, the ancient Pharaoh turned a baleful glance to the young man he called his Partner, the young man who smiled sympathetically at him, but offered him no option of escape.
As Nurse Chuushaki slid the needle into the vein in Atem’s right arm, Yugi could swear every bone in his right hand was being crushed as Atem’s left hand held it in a vice grip.
((“You snake in the grass! Son of a rabid jackal! Were we in Kemet, I would feed you to the crocodiles and hippos!”)) Atem barked at the doctor as his blood slowly filled the empty syringe.
‘Good thing the doctor doesn’t know Ancient Egyptian,’ Yugi thought as he gently squeezed Atem’s hand.
“Easy, Até. It’s OK. Not much longer to go,” Yugi soothed as Nurse Chuushaki withdrew the needle.
((“Why did they take my blood? Are they in some sort of cult?!”)) Atem fumed as tape was placed to hold the cotton ball over the venipuncture site.
((“No, my Pharaoh. They need to look at your blood under a microscope so they can learn more about your health,”)) Yugi explained patiently.
((“I thought that’s what they were doing with my pi-OW!!!”)) Atem was about to question Yugi further on that point, when his world exploded in pain as a needle was plunged into his upper right bicep. ((“Ra, Osiris and Set! At least give me some kind of warning, you pile of hippo dung!”))
((“That’s not nice, Até, even if they can’t understand you,”)) Yugi reprimanded gently, though he couldn’t quite keep the smile off his lips.
((“Tell me again… OW!… how this is supposed to keep me… OW!… healthy,”)) Atem growled at Yugi.
((“Because you’re being given a deadened version of the virus, which will help your immune system to recognize and fight off the real virus if you ever get it,”)) Yugi explained.
((“Well, that makes me feel so much better, having dead… OW!… viruses swimming in my bloodstream!”)) Atem groused as the injections continued.
“Four down! Four more to go,” Yugi exclaimed by way of distracting Atem.
“Wonderful!” said a sour Atem as he held out his left arm.
Choushinki-sensei began his work anew.
((“Ra, Osiris and Set! OW! What did I ever do to merit this? OW! I’ll turn this quack of a healer into a gazelle …OW!… and set a hungry cheetah loose to chase him until he drops! OW!”)) Atem ranted and raved in Ancient Egyptian as one shot after another was injected into his left arm.
“All finished. You can get dressed now and we’ll give you your paperwork up front,” said Choushinki-sensei.
“Thank you!” Yugi called after the retreating doctor.
“You did fine. I’m proud of you,” said Yugi sweetly as he untied the gown in back so Atem could change back into his clothes.
“I’m so glad you’re happy,” growled Atem as he went for his clothes.
“Well, that wasn’t too bad,” said Yugi as he and Atem emerged from the clinic.
“Speak for yourself,” glowered Atem, balefully eying the white gauze bandaids that dotted his bronze arms. “You didn’t have people hitting your knees, taking your piss and blood to look at, zapping you in the chest with radiation, fondling your genitals, shoving their hands up your ass and then sticking you with needles the size of daggers!”
“Well, at least it’s over and done with,” said Yugi brightly.
“Thank Ra for small miracles!” Atem growled, walking ahead of Yugi, his bandaided arms crossed.
‘I thank Ra every day that you’re back in my life, even when you’re being an ass,’ Yugi thought with a patient smile as he fell in after the irate Egyptian.
The wrathful Atem refused to speak to Yugi at the bus stop, on the bus and the final walk to the shop.
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Yugi heaved a sigh of relief as he stepped out of his shoes behind Atem, who was already heading upstairs.
“Wouldja like me to…” Yugi called after him.
“No! You’ve done enough!” growled Atem. “I’m going to lie down!”
With these gracious words, Atem slammed his door behind him, leaving a perplexed Yugi standing in the hallway.
With a sigh, Yugi retreated to his room and fired up his computer. He took Atem’s attitude with aplomb because he knew Atem didn’t like it when he wasn’t in control of things and he definitely had not been in control today. Atem would cool down after a while. Perhaps even tonight, they would be able to talk things out like rational adults and come to an understanding.
‘Either that, or Atem will toss me out my window in my sleep tonight,’ Yugi thought with a gulp as he clicked around in his Web browser.
Yugi spent the next few hours surfing the Web and keeping his ears peeled for any sound of movement from Atem’s room. After four hours, he still heard nothing.
‘Poor guy must be really tired,’ Yugi thought.
His bare feet pounded over the cold tile floor as he ran, flimsy exam gown flapping open, exposing his bare back for all to see. Behind him, he heard the ominous footfalls.
Sparing a glance over his shoulder, Atem saw the doctor and nurse chasing him down. In the doctor’s hand was a giant syringe of purple liquid and in Nurse Chuushaki’s, a giant empty syringe.
“Give me your blood!”
“Time for your shots!”
“Never! Stay away from me!”
Then Atem was rooted to the spot, unable to even lift his legs. He felt himself being forcibly bent forward.
“This won’t hurt a bit…”
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
He felt a giant finger ram its way harshly into him, twisting and undulating, pushing up as far as it could.
“Aaaaaaahhhh! Take it out! Take it out!”
The needle was plunged into his arm, sucking all the blood from his body.
“No! Stop this, you ghouls!”
Then the needle of purple liquid was plunged into his other arm, filling his body was some vile substance.
“The dead viruses want to swim in your veins! Don’t worry! It’s good for you!”
The ensconced finger hit some bundle of nerves inside Atem and he felt his legs collapse under him, pulling him to the floor, the doctor still probing around inside him. Nurse Chuushaki uncapped another syringe of dead viruses and plunged that into his other arm.
“Noooooo!!!”
“Hi, Até!”
Atem looked over and saw Yugi, standing there watching his whole ordeal.
“Yugi! Help me, Partner!”
“This is for your own good, Atem. Besides, you’re so cute like that!” said Yugi with a bright smile and no offer of help at all.
“Noooooooooo!!!”
((“No!”))
‘Atem!’ Yugi thought in alarm and made a beeline for his door.
Yugi darted across the hall and swung Atem’s door open. There was the poor Pharaoh, sweating and crying out in his sleep. Yugi’s heart sank like a stone at this vivid reminder of Atem’s first night back.
‘He’s just reacting to the shots,’ Yugi thought as he fetched the thermometer, a basin of cool water and some cloths from the bathroom before returning to Atem’s room.
Yugi touched the thermometer to Atem’s temple. At the beep, it read 100º.
‘Yeah. It’s just a low grade fever. I should be able to bring it down with some cool water and Tylenol,’ Yugi thought as he dipped the cloth into the water, wrung it out and began gently sponging the sweat from Atem’s brow.
((“Stay away from me, you ghoul!”)) Atem cried out.
‘He’s dreaming about the doctor,’ Yugi thought in mild amusement.
((“Yugi! Help me, Partner!”))
At these words, Yugi was struck by an unpleasant revelation: on some level, Atem had felt betrayed by Yugi for forcing him to go to the doctor and then aiding and abetting the doctor and nurse to carry out their perceived torture on him.
‘No wonder he was so mad.’
“Easy, Atem. It’s alright. You’re having a fever dream,” Yugi explained softly to the distressed Pharaoh as he grabbed Atem’s left shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze.
The cool cloth and the gentle squeezing seemed to reach through the feverish haze, causing Atem’s eyes to flutter open.
“Yugi?” he rasped out.
“Here I am,” said Yugi as he dipped the cloth into fresh water and wrung it out.
“So hot,” Atem slurred.
“Yeah. I know. You’re running a low grade fever from the shots. Your body’s learning how to fight off the viruses by practicing with the dead ones. You’ll be OK,” Yugi explained in a soft voice as he sponged the sweat from Atem’s neck and shoulders.
Atem blinked, trying to think of something to say. But his arms were very sore, his body very hot and his eyelids very heavy. When he felt a plastic cup being pressed to his lips, he had to force them open to focus on Yugi, who was holding a cup of pink liquid up for him to drink.
“Drink this. It’s Tylenol. It’ll help to lower your fever,” Yugi said with a soft smile, his other hand gently caressing Atem’s face.
Closing his eyes, Atem opened his lips and permitted Yugi to pour the Tylenol into his mouth. Its sharp taste hit his tongue like a kick in the face from a donkey. Atem couldn’t help the grimace that crossed his features.
“Foul,” he stated.
“I know, but it helps. Here, drink some water; it’ll wash away the taste,” said Yugi, holding up another cup for Atem.
The water slid down much easier and flooded out the acrid aftertaste of the pink syrup.
As Yugi continued to bathe Atem’s overheated body, the Pharaoh tried to think of something to say to him. However, Yugi’s ministrations helped to chase away any inchoate thoughts before they had so much as a chance to make sense to his fevered mind.
“Go back to sleep for a while, Atem. Let your body adjust. You’ll feel better when you wake up,” Yugi’s voice droned in his ears.
‘…Yes…’
Atem wasn’t sure if he had spoken or thought that response, but it was the last thing he could remember thinking before he slipped under sleep’s heavy, black blanket once again.
Yugi continued to sponge Atem’s upper body off and replace the cool compress on his forehead, stopping every 15 minutes to check Atem’s temperature. After an hour, the thermometer showed 98.8°, just a shade above normal, but definitely better than the 100° of earlier.
Leaving the damp cloth on Atem’s brow, Yugi patted Atem’s upper body dry and pulled the blanket up to his chest so he wouldn’t get cold. After double checking that Atem was sleeping peacefully, Yugi stole from the room, shutting the door behind him.
With nothing much to do but wait for Atem to wake up, Yugi retreated to his room and lay down on his bed, facing his wall. Sighing and closing his eyes, Yugi thought the entire morning over. It certainly wasn’t something he wanted to repeat. He was so glad to have Atem back in his life and didn’t want to waste their time together fighting with Atem over his health.
At the same time though, when he remembered Atem’s form slumped against the wall, he knew going to the doctor had been a necessary evil.
‘But I shouldn’t have just sprung it on him at the last minute like that. I could’ve at least told him what to expect,’ Yugi chided himself.
With a sigh, Yugi lay still, counting out the small bumps and cracks in his wall as he stared at it. Thus he stayed, with no awareness of the passage of time. The bumps and cracks in his wall had many interesting and variegated paths, all of which his mind mapped out.
Yugi’s ears twitched when he heard the door across the hallway click open.
‘Going to the bathroom… Downstairs to watch TV or get food… or something to whack me over the head with.’
The sound of his door swinging open and bare feet padding almost noiselessly over the wooden floor.
Yugi felt a hand rest on his arm and the bed shifting as another, slightly heavier body climbed onto his mattress and stretched out beside him.
With a sigh, Yugi rolled over to look into a pair of rose petal irises. Impulsively, Yugi touched the back of his hand to Atem’s brow, finding it wonderfully cool.
‘Thank God,’ he thought as he let his hand fall from Atem’s brow, only to be caught in Atem’s hand and brought to the Other’s lips.
“I think my body has conquered those dead viruses,” Atem said, gazing at Yugi while worshipping his knuckles with his lips.
Yugi surprised the Egyptian by sighing and lowering his gaze, blond bangs concealing his eyes.
“Atem, I’m sorry for making you go without at least explaining the basics to you before we went. I know it was very stressful for you,” Yugi apologized, finding Atem’s chest interesting the entire time.
He wasn’t entirely surprised to feel a soft, but strong hand under his chin, lifting his face up to establish eye contact.
“Thank you, Yugi. I apologize for my juvenile behavior at the clinic. I thought things over and realized you had my welfare at heart. I… I’ll try to be more open to modern medicine,” Atem conceded, thumb stroking Yugi’s cheek.
“It’s just… I’m scared of something happening to you, like…“
Yugi’s words trailed off.
"Grandpa?”
Tears welling in his eyes, Yugi nodded.
“He… he collapsed in the stockroom and wouldn’t go to the doctor. He started coughing, more and more, worse and worse, and still, he wouldn’t go, right up till he had to be taken to the hospital in an ambulance. If only I’d stood up to him and made him go!” Yugi ranted, tears welling in his eyes despite his resolve.
“Yugi, Grandpa was an adult. His choices were not your responsibility,” Atem said, gazing sternly into Yugi’s tearful eyes.
“Wh-why wouldn’t he go? If he’d just gone, they coulda saved him,” Yugi said even as he felt the tears slip from his eyes.
“I don’t know, meriu. I just don’t know,” Atem murmured as he wrapped his arms around Yugi and pulled him close.
A trembling Yugi sank into Atem’s strong embrace and finally allowed all the grief and guilt he had felt over Grandpa’s illness and death to escape.
Even as he felt warm wetness slide down his chest, Atem held Yugi’s trembling form close to him, gently rubbing the younger man’s back and planting soft kisses on the crown of his head.
“If I could bring him back, I would. I can never replace him, nor would I try. But I will do all I can to rekindle the light in your eyes,” the Pharaoh whispered in Yugi’s ear.
With tearstained face and trembling lips, Yugi looked up into Atem’s face.
“You’ll always be here?” he asked tremulously. “Always?”
“Always,” Atem whispered reassuringly before smiling at his young love. “Or until you tire of me and throw me out.”
“That’ll never happen,” Yugi vowed solemnly as he stared into Atem’s loving eyes.
“I know,” Atem smiled as he rubbed Yugi’s back.
Yugi closed his eyes, and laid his head against Atem’s chest, listening to the strong cadence of the Pharaoh’s heart in his ear while feeling a gentle hand caressing the back of his head.
“I’ll… I’ll try to be less obsessive and controlling,” Yugi murmured at length.
“How about if you take care of me and I take care of you?” Atem murmured as he combed his fingers leisurely through Yugi’s thick hair. “Let us be partners, in the truest sense of the word.”
“I’d like that,” Yugi answered as he felt a warm kiss being pressed to his brow.
The two stayed that way silently for several minutes longer, drawing comfort from each other’s presence.
“What time is it?” Atem asked at length.
“Dunno,” Yugi mumbled, content to leave his face buried in Atem’s bare chest.
Raising his head, Atem glanced over at Yugi’s old clock and saw that it was pushing 4:30.
“It’s almost 4:30. Are you hungry?” Atem offered, stroking Yugi’s hair.
“Oh, Atem! You’ve been through a lot today. Let me buy us takeout. Please!” Yugi gasped, clutching impulsively at his dark twin.
Atem glanced into Yugi’s wide eyes before a smile spread across his swarthy features.
“Since you’re offering, I’ve been thinking that I’d like to try Indian food,” he answered.
“There’s a Priya Indian in town that delivers. What do you want to eat? I’ll call right now,” said Yugi, grabbing a notepad and pen.
“The lamb tikka struck my fancy,” was Atem’s answer.
“Cool. I’m getting the murg malai kabob,” replied Yugi as he reached for his phone and dialed the number.
The deliciously spicy scent that only Indian cuisine could give off filled the air as Yugi and Atem opened the boxes to reveal their chosen meals.
“Thanks for the food!”
Yugi grabbed his chopsticks to sail in, but almost dropped them when he saw Atem dip his chopsticks into the box with the chicken.
“Hey!” Yugi started to protest, but was silenced when the chicken was held up before his mouth.
With a quick glance at the twinkling rose petal eyes, Yugi leaned in and took the proffered chicken, finding the situation awkward, but not at all unpleasant. Reciprocating, Yugi picked up some lamb and held it out for Atem.
Eyes never leaving Yugi’s face, Atem took the lamb from Yugi’s chopsticks and chewed it slowly, savoring its unique flavor. As he chewed, his left hand reached out and gently caressed Yugi’s right cheek. Atem smiled as the younger man leaned into his touch. He dipped his chopsticks into the box and pulled out more chicken for Yugi.
So the meal went.
After dinner, Yugi and Atem grabbed robes and retreated to their shower room together. They spent a long time, leisurely soaping each other up, then rinsing off. Squeaky clean, they uncovered the bathtub, whose water had been keeping hot all day and sank in gratefully, Yugi leaning back against Atem’s strong chest, Atem’s arms wrapped around his shoulders. As they lay together, Yugi traced Atem’s strong jawline with his fingers before guiding his hand down and gently pinching and rolling dusky nipples.
“Careful, Partner or we’ll have a mess to clean up,” Atem warned in a husky voice.
Yugi wisely kept his hands to himself for the duration of the bath.
In the candlelit atmosphere of his room, Atem gently laid Yugi on the bed, then untied the sash to Yugi’s yukata and parted the folds, revealing the younger man’s milky white chest and two pert, pink nipples. With that damned seductive smirk spreading across his exotic features, he lowered his head to Yugi’s chest.
“A-t… Haa-aaah!”
This from Yugi as Atem bit down on his right nipple. Immediately after, he slipped the robe from Yugi’s shoulders and cast it aside.
Yugi breathed in sharply as the yukata was slid off his shoulders in one smooth motion by the Pharaoh’s graceful hands.
Atem’s tongue pushed against Yugi’s lips, demanding entrance. Yugi’s lips parted and Atem’s tongue dove in, pushing his own tongue down while it mapped out the moist cavern of Yugi’s mouth.
While Atem’s tongue was playing in Yugi’s mouth, his fingers were busy pinching Yugi’s nipples, just a tad more harshly than usual, and worrying them until they stood turgid in the cool night air.
Atem smirked to himself when he felt the lithe body under his already beginning to squirm with needs.
‘Oh, we have a long night ahead of us, Partner. Look forward to it,’ Atem thought as he snaked a hand down Yugi’s side to lightly pinch the younger man’s flank.
“Mph!” Yugi yelped into Atem’s mouth, only to squeak again, “Eeep!” when Atem’s forefinger dipped into his navel and twirled about in it.
Deciding to retaliate, Yugi’s hands found purchase on Atem’s chest and began twirling, pinching and rubbing his nipples.
“Mmmm-gah! Yugi!” Atem growled as he gazed down at the younger man through hazing over eyes.
Both Atem’s hands trailed up and down Yugi’s sides, lightly tickling and prodding the younger man’s ribs as Yugi twisted and turned under Atem.
“Ah! That tickles!” Yugi yelped.
Yugi’s fingers flew up to run featherlike trails over the Pharaoh’s chest and stomach, the warm smooth skin of the Egyptian sending electric shocks through Yugi’s being with each light stroke and caress.
“Ha ha ha! Yugi! Ha ha ha!” Atem couldn’t help but laugh as his young love tickled him back.
Deciding it was time to get serious, Atem lowered his head and began lavishing warm, wet attention on the sensitive flesh of Yugi’s neck. His tongue mapped out and caressed every vein and artery that pulsed beneath him.
Yugi began to squirm as he felt Atem’s hot tongue and lips licking a moist trail down his neck, then out to each nipple. Yugi felt himself arching as first his right, then left nipple were harshly bitten, before being engulfed in warm wetness as a talented tongue swirled over them, soothing the bitten flesh. When Atem’s mouth left, the feeling of the cool air hitting Yugi’s nipples caused them to stand turgid, aching to be engulfed once again. As he felt the slow, sweet torture continue, he became aware of a pooling desire and feeling of stiffness stirring in his nether regions.
Yugi raised his hands to try to reciprocate, but quickly found them caught by Atem’s left hand and pinned over his head, effectively rendering him helpless.
“No fair!” Yugi pouted.
“All is fair in the matters of love and war,” Atem smirked.
The Egyptian kissed and licked his way slowly down Yugi’s stomach until he came to the quivering navel. After depositing a light kiss, he dipped his tongue into the small orifice. The lithe body quaked under him.
“Atem! That tickles!”
‘Just you wait, Partner.’
Atem continued licking his way down from Yugi’s navel, swirling his tongue over pale, sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake. When he reached that area, he paused and looked down. Upon seeing the evidence of Yugi’s enjoyment, he smiled to himself, licking his lips.
Yugi’s wet skin crawled as the cool air hit it, an unusual sensation, though not at all unpleasant. When he felt something warm and wet engulf his throbbing erection, he threw back his head and screamed.
“Haaa-aaaaah! Atem!”
As the engulfed feeling quickly turned into pressure and suction, Yugi’s ability to think quickly diminished to almost null, completely overwhelmed by the sweet torture of that wet heat around his turgid desire.
Smiling to himself, Atem hummed low, the vibrations of his voice going straight through Yugi’s flesh and into his overwrought brain, causing the younger man to arch his back and scream so lusciously for his Other.
“Huuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!”
Relaxing his throat muscles, Atem took Yugi all the way inside and, with one goodly suck, broke the dam of his Partner’s pleasure. He felt the length in his mouth spasm, followed by hot, salty liquid slinking down his throat. Atem greedily drank his Partner’s essence, trailing his fingers in invisible patterns over Yugi’s abdomen as he finished his young lover off.
Awash in the afterglow of his most intense orgasm ever, Yugi whimpered a bit as he felt the hot warmth lifted from his cold, wilted manhood. His whimper was silenced as he felt those lips on his again, tongue pushing its way back into his mouth. Yugi tasted something salty on his tongue and realized that he was tasting himself.
As Atem’s mouth played with Yugi’s, his fingers traced lightly over Yugi’s thighs, then back up over his pelvis and up and down his rib cage, causing his poor Partner to squirm cutely under his ministrations.
Withdrawing from the kiss, Atem smirked to himself as he looked down at the flushed and rather agitated Yugi, lying helplessly underneath him. Reaching down between Yugi’s legs, Atem’s thumb and forefinger began gently massaging his perineum.
“Ooooooh-aaaahhh!!!” Yugi moaned as he felt something warm jolt through his body as those strong fingers pressed down upon the soft valley of flesh nestled between his sac and his puckered entrance.
Smiling to himself, Atem continued to tease the small indentation in Yugi’s perineum, keeping a close eye on the ring of muscle, which was just beginning to quiver and spasm. Judging the time correct, he withdrew his fingers and fetched a bottle of oil reposing on the small table next to his bed.
At the feeling of the fingers being withdrawn, Yugi cried out in protest.
“Atem!!! Damn it!”
After thoroughly coating his forefinger with the oil, a smirking Atem parted Yugi’s nether cheeks and began teasing the spasming ring of muscle. Circling and gently pushing, Atem’s fingertip began to slowly breech the entrance to Sodom.
“Haaaa ooooohhhh aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!” Yugi cried, arching his back at the feeling of being stretched.
Initially, it was quite painful, having something as large and strong as one of Atem’s fingers pierce his nether regions and stretch him out. Quite the next moment, Yugi felt those soft lips and that talented tongue against the sensitive flesh of his throat, gently licking, biting, kissing and giving suck. The pleasure of this act served as a suitable distraction from the invading digit that was now beginning to twist and turn inside him.
Atem’s eyes widened at the feeling of the tight confines of Yugi’s passage. Slowly, he began turning and undulating his finger, rubbing it against Yugi’s walls, feeling for that special area. At Yugi’s first sign of distress, Atem applied his mouth to Yugi’s neck and began distracting the younger man by sucking on the pulsing vein in the side before dipping down into the hollow over Yugi’s clavicles.
As the warm wetness on his neck served to reignite the feeling of hot desire between his legs, Yugi became aware that the finger inside him only stung a little now and that there was a good, warm feeling in being stretched. When the stinging, stretching feeling returned, Yugi realized that a second finger had been added.
“Mph…” Yugi grunted.
Immediately, he felt the hot lips moving from his neck, to plant soft kisses on his brow, his eyelids, his cheeks, then moving down to attend once again to his sensitive, turgid nipples. As the kissing increased the desire burning in his nether regions, the stinging sensation gradually ebbed away, allowing him to relax. Soon the fingers were moving again, dancing a slow dance as they continued to stretch his passage out.
When Atem felt the younger man’s walls unclench around his fingers, he began moving them slowly, continuing to plant kisses on every part of Yugi’s lithe body he could reach as he worked his young partner.
By the time the third finger was inserted, Yugi was shamelessly thrusting against the stretching and probing fingers as far as the restraining hand would permit, pushing them in deeper. Moving against Yugi’s body, Atem pushed his fingers in further. When he felt the ring of muscle clamp around his fingers and that supple body bow up under him, he knew he had struck home.
“Ooooooooooooooh gods, Ateeeeeemmmmmm!!!” Yugi cried as he felt a burst of warmth in him like nothing he had ever felt before.
Wanting to feel it again, Yugi thrust even more desperately against the three fingers, which pushed up against whatever it was inside him, again causing that warm explosion.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!! Haaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!” Yugi cried out as he felt liquid beginning to weep from his tip.
Just as Yugi thought he would make that wonderful journey to paradise, the three fingers were withdrawn, leaving an aching emptiness in their void. Yugi thrust down, trying to recapture that wonderful feeling in vain.
“What the fuck, Atem?!” he cried, angered by the ancient one’s teasing.
“Heh heh! Something wrong, Partner?” Atem’s deep voice teased, rose petal eyes dancing with mirth.
“Yes!” Yugi squawked. “You can’t just tease me and leave me like this!”
“So, you need my help with something?” Atem asked with false guilelessness.
“Obviously!” Yugi almost screamed.
“I don’t know what to do. You’ll have to tell me, Partner,” Atem teased, fingers idly tracing patterns on Yugi’s flat stomach.
‘My beautiful Pharaoh is absolutely twisted!’ Yugi thought.
“I need…” Yugi began.
Then he paused. What exactly did he need? The fingers had felt wonderful. What else could… Yugi felt Atem’s left hand release his bound wrists and saw Atem picking up a jar of some kind of oil.
‘Oh, gods! Is that it?’
“I need you… inside me!” Yugi stuttered out.
“That’s a reasonable request,” Atem agreed, even as he handed the oil to Yugi. “Would you prepare me?”
Yugi blinked, then took the bottle from Atem’s hands. He dipped the fingertips of his right hand in until they thoroughly coated, then gently grasped Atem’s turgid length and began rubbing the oil onto it.
“Aaaaaaaannngh!!!”
Atem threw his head back and groaned at the delicious torture Yugi was now inflicting on him.
Seeing how his rubbing affected Atem, Yugi set a deliberately slow pace, thoroughly coating the throbbing, turgid flesh that rested so trustingly in his hands. He couldn’t help but smile as Atem began thrusting into his grip.
“Yugi! If you don’t finish up, I won’t make it to the final part!” Atem cried out in sweet agony.
Finally taking pity on his poor Pharaoh, Yugi withdrew his hands, recapped the jar and set it aside. He lay back and spread his legs for his Pharaoh’s entrance.
At the feeling of those talented hands leaving him, a heavily breathing Atem lowered his head and glared mildly down at his supposedly innocent Partner.
Crimson and violet stared into each other, Atem poised at Yugi’s entrance, Yugi with his hands reaching up to caress Atem’s strong jawline and cheeks. Crimson begged the question, may I? Violet smiled gently up at him, you may.
Closing his eyes at the feeling of Yugi’s hands enveloping the sides of his face, Atem gently pushed his way forward into Yugi’s achingly empty cavern.
“Nnngh!” was the grunt of pain that followed the initial penetration.
Atem stopped his forward momentum and forced himself to stay stock still to give Yugi time to adjust to his invading presence. Leaning down, he captured Yugi’s mouth in another heated kiss as he felt Yugi’s hands leave his face to wrap around his neck.
“Nerfertu meriu,” Atem’s voice rumbled as he withdrew just a bit from Yugi’s lips before diving back in.
“Aqer perah!” Yugi returned as he combed his fingers through Atem’s gravity defying hair.
Atem smiled to himself as he felt Yugi’s hips gyrate against his ensconced erection. Moving slowly, he began the back and forth motion, pushing slowly and steadily forward into the hot tightness.
Feeling the large organ moving forward in him, Yugi took deep breaths and concentrated on the continuous rain of kisses and whispered words of love from the man above him.
“Paiå,” Atem whispered as he gently bit down at the juncture of Yugi’s neck and left shoulder.
“Paik,” Yugi responded happily as he slid his hands down from Atem’s scalp to run over the Pharaoh’s strong shoulders and back. “Oooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!”
This as he felt that explosion of warmth, similar to, but so much more than, he had experienced with Atem’s fingers.
‘Looks like I’ve struck home,’ Atem thought as he sped up the tempo of his thrusts, now aiming for that one spot within Yugi’s confines.
With each thrust from Atem, Yugi saw stars exploding before his now scrunched eyelids. Mouth open in a perfect O, Yugi took deep breaths in and out as the pain of being stretched and invaded warred and ultimately succumbed to, the pleasure of having his sweet spot struck again and again by his well endowed Pharaoh.
With each thrust into that tight canal, Atem felt the fire in his loins burn ever hotter. Looking down, he saw that Yugi’s own flame was well kindled. Reaching down between their sweat slickened bodies, Atem grasped Yugi’s turgidity and began stroking it in perfect synch with his thrusts.
The feeling of being stroked and thrust into simultaneously was too much for a novice like Yugi and he felt his last barrier snap. Liquid squirted from his tip as waves of warm pleasure broke over him like ocean waves upon the rocks. He felt his body convulsing wildly as the stars danced and exploded before his eyes.
“Raaaaaaaa, Ossssssiiiiiiiiriiiiiiiiiisssss, Atttteeeeeeeemmmmmmm!!!” he screamed as he shuddered violently.
At the feeling of Yugi’s walls clamping around him, Atem felt the bubble within him burst as he released his pleasure deep within Yugi’s confines. Throwing his head back, he screamed to the heavens.
“Yuuuuuugiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!”
An exhausted Pharaoh collapsed just beside his young Partner, still ensconced within him. Wrapping his arms around Yugi’s arms, he lifted his head and met Yugi’s lips in a soft kiss, born of the exhaustion he knew they were both feeling.
“Bua,” he whispered in Yugi’s ear.
“Auau,” Yugi returned.
“Why, thank you, Partner. That’s the nicest compliment anyone has ever paid me,” Atem smirked.
“Hm?” asked a sleepy Yugi.
“You have declared my body divine,” Atem purred as he nuzzled Yugi’s neck.
“That’s a good mistake I made then,” replied Yugi, wrapping his arms around Atem’s neck and holding on for dear life.
“Indeed. Now, let’s get some sleep,” Atem said softly as he moved away from the side of Yugi’s neck to plant a kiss on his small nose.
“Yes, my Pharaoh,” Yugi smiled up at Atem.
With a yawn of his own, Atem carefully pulled out of Yugi, dribbling a white trail down the younger man’s thigh and onto the sheet, but too tired to think of that for now.
Snuggling into each other’s arms in the room’s warm darkness, both men closed their eyes and allowed a tide of drowsiness to wash them far out onto Sleep’s Ocean.
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