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Mistaken Assumptions	By : tavia454 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 17844 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Ack! I'm not dead, really! Just
really, really busy right now. The job and the kids are obviously not
enough to keep me on my toes, now the mortgage company has to weigh
in on the subject as well.

Well...all I have to say to
those greedy assholes who seem to want to make what should be a $500
per month payment into a $1400 per month ball and chain is fuck you!
Go fuck yourself, fuck off and die and all that other good shit! You
want this house?! Take it, but know that you'll be taking it in
pieces and I'll personally drive it down to Brandon, FL and drop it
off at the CEO of HSBC's house! Have a good day and I hope you choke
on all the money you've milked out of the millions of homeowners that
you bamboozled into taking your bullshit mortgages!

Ugh, sorry about that rant –
had to get it off my chest. For everyone else, please enjoy the next
chapter of the story!

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“You?!”

Oh.
Gods. No! All
appearance of color drained quickly from Yugi's face as he found
himself confronting his worst nightmare.

The grip on his arm tightened
unbearably, causing the soft gold plating of the armlet that declared
him as the Pharaoh's property to bite into his skin, but Yugi, in his
preoccupation with this new threat, scarcely noticed the pain as he
stared straight back into the one good eye of the Hittite King,
Pegasus, his mouth suddenly dry as the desert wind.

Nonono!
This is not happening, he
thought, attempting to jerk his arm out of the other's grasp.

One menacing black eye stared
unblinkingly at him from behind a thick fog of white hair as Pegasus
chuckled merrily, much like a child who'd finally found his long-lost
toy. “Why, if it isn't my little slave finally realizing that
his place is with his master. You do remember that our last game went
unfinished, right slave?” A row of even, white teeth were
revealed as the man drew his prize up close enough to whisper. “We
shall truly have to remedy that later tonight.”

What?!
The
young Hyksos royal swallowed thickly, trembling beneath that
malevolent promise, his mind wiped blank with dread. He knew all too
well what Pegasus was referring to. He hadn't meant to take out one
of the Hittite ruler's eyes in their last confrontation. He truly
hadn't, but the opportunity presented itself as his only hope to flee
the man's violent intentions and so he had taken it in order to make
his escape.

Yugi had always known that
Pegasus was out for his blood, after that little stunt. And here he
was, alone, not even his stolen title to protect him, since no one
outside of the Pharaoh's private entourage even knew who he was. This
so wasn't going to end well.

The two of them stared each
other down as Pegasus's face twisted into a cruel semblance of a
smile at his prisoner's loss for words. While his searing gaze never
ventured from Yugi's stricken one, he addressed his comment to the
small gathering in general. “It seems to me that Pharaoh Atemu
needs a lesson in keeping his hands off of other people's property.”

One of the men – a
councilor, Yugi was certain, recognizing the man from the throne room
– scoffed at him, but no remark to the contrary was returned.

And then Pegasus turned,
addressing the second man, the one that he'd attacked only moments
before, just as though nothing had happened between the two of them.
“Khallid – be a good man and take this to my chambers.
I'll deal with it later.”

It?!
A
shudder raced up Yugi's spine and he bristled at the reference,
amethyst eyes narrowing angrily. It?
That one word was all it took for his control to crack. He was not a
thing.
“Let me go you sick freak! I do not belong to you!” He
screamed, prying at the fingers attached to his arm.

The moment the words left his
mouth they drew the attention of a couple of curious onlookers that
had been hanging about at the end of the corridor after noticing the
gathering, making Yugi aware that they were not that far from the
bustling palace entryway. He gave an imploring glance in their
direction, praying for one of them to understand that he needed
assistance. But they merely stood there, watching the confrontation.

Great.
Perfect. Just stand around and watch while I get my ass beat by this
prick. Thanks.
He thought sarcastically. It was time to try another tactic.

“Somebody
help me!!! Hel– ” Yugi let loose with a blood-curdling
scream, only to be cut off mid-yell by a solid slap to his face. His
head snapped back on impact and his cheek stung where Pegasus's hand
had connected, leaving behind a red imprint.

“Lord
Pegasus – ” Khallid folded his arms stubbornly over his
chest, shooting the Hittite ruler a disappointed look, his voice
booming above the din of the gathering witnesses as he declared
loudly. “Let the boy alone. I shall not be party to the
thievery of Pharaoh Atemu's property. ”

Yugi's head snapped up when he
heard the councilor's casual remark over the pounding of his heart,
his eyes narrowing dangerously as he ground his teeth in rage. What
was with these people? Did everyone think he was naught but a
piece of furniture? His body tensed for flight and he twitched once
in the larger king's painful grasp as the crowd surrounding their
group grew larger still.

Pegasus refuted the man's words
once they were spoken, immediately reiterating his claim of previous
ownership before the three men in hopes of gaining their assistance.
One of the men glanced at Yugi sympathetically while the other two
took absolutely no notice of his plight.

What
the...?! Seriously, is that all I am to you?!

A low growl escaped his lips.
That was it! He'd had it! He was so sick of people laying claim to
him as if he were nothing more than a piece of property. His father,
even Atemu – as much as he loved him – and especially
this...this...Yugi balled up his fist and let it fly.

The move caught his captor by
surprise as it landed on his jaw, snapping his head back, but failing
to loosen his grasp. “Get your hands off me!” Yugi
snarled, attempting to wrench his arm loose from the other's
punishing grip. “I am NOT a toy!”

Pegasus shook off the blow, the
gleam in his remaining eye promising retribution. “Oh you'll
pay for that, slave.” He sneered as his hold tightened even
further, the metal armlet digging even deeper into Yugi's skin,
bringing forth a yelp as the younger monarch struggled violently
against him, his loud curses and cries starting to draw an even
larger crowd of curious spectators from the main hall of the palace.

As the confrontation began to
heat up yet another curious observer moved into the crowd, peering
over the heads of those shorter than he, only to freeze momentarily,
stunned, before backing away as quickly and quietly as he could, his
sharp features void of any color that he had acquired during his stay
at the Pharaoh's request. He quickly sidestepped those who sought for
a better view and turned to exit the now packed corridor, his mind
racing.

“Pharaoh
Atemu, help!!” Yugi screamed again, praying for someone to
fetch the Pharaoh. He would be able to handle Pegasus.

“ – let
the boy go, Lord Pegasus – ” Another of the councilmen,
one that Yugi hadn't seen before in the throne room, exclaimed as the
Hittite king brutally backhanded his struggling captive again,
shaking him roughly as the younger royal fought back with all he had.
“He has no bearing on your quarrel with the Pharaoh.”

Pegasus shot the man a
contemptuous look, only to find his hands full attempting to subdue
the feisty young royal who was using everything he could to gain his
freedom. The Hittite king gritted his teeth against the pain as
another blow landed on his already bruised lip and he retaliated in
kind, backhanding his captive solidly across the face.

His mouth tasting of the copper
tang of blood Yugi screamed his frustration, using the only hand to
still have feeling in it to beat off his attacker's intentions. A
brief thought crossed his mind as he landed yet another stinging
blow to his captor's nose that perhaps he had been in Atemu's company
for too long. But whatever it was, the mere thought of this man's
claim made him sick to his stomach.

Speaking of Atemu...where was
he?!

“No,
he doesn't.” Pegasus spat, drawing his hand back to strike.
“But he does belong to me and he shall pay dearly for his
disobedience.”

“Ate
– !” Another blow snapped Yugi's head up, cutting off his
cry and stunning him momentarily, but through the ringing in his ears
he heard a hush descend over the crowd that had gathered. Too bad he
couldn't lift his head to see what had happened. It hurt far too much
to move. His legs threatened to collapse as whatever fight he'd had
in him drained out of his body.

“I
would be a bit more concerned for my own well-being, were I you,
Pegasus...but then again, you never were all that bright.”
Atemu announced his presence with an iron grip on the hand that was
squeezing Yugi's arm so painfully tight. Yugi swayed slightly on his
feet from the strength behind that last blow, his heart soaring at
the commanding baritone of his lover's voice. He glanced over in the
Pharaoh's direction, blinking to clear the haze that clouded his
vision.

“...Atemu...”
He choked, wincing when it sounded as though his mouth had been
filled with cotton. Oh, he hurt. Bad.

Atemu's brow furrowed at the
sight of his smaller lover in such a battered state and he aimed a
deadly glare at the boy's attacker. “Who are you to touch him
thusly?!”

The hall went completely silent
and Pegasus visibly flinched as Atemu's hand tightened around his,
twisting unmercifully and forcing his hold on his prize to loosen,
but the Hittite king stubbornly refused to let go, sneering. “You
know better than to touch what belongs to me, Atemu.”

“As
you should know better than to use your intimidation tactics on those
under my protection. I would have thought the years to teach you that
lesson well?” Atemu replied snidely. “Apparently I was
mistaken.”

An unexpected fist to the side
of his face sent Pegasus tumbling to the ground. Unfortunately, since
he still held Yugi in his grasp the young Hyksos went with him –
or he would have, had the Pharaoh not snatched him from the Hittite
king's clutches just before he lost his balance. Atemu set his
smaller lover gently back on his feet, giving him a quick once-over
as he guided him towards Mahaado, who was still lingering in the
shadows of the corridor awaiting his Pharaoh's instructions.

“Take
them both back to my chambers and stand watch, Mahaado.” Atemu
commanded quietly before aiming his lethal glare across the hall,
where the councilmen were attempting to help his rival to his feet. “
– Pegasus and I have some unfinished business to attend to.”

Mahaado
nodded at the direct order, gathering the injured Hyksos royal into
his arms as he motioned for Mana to follow, shepherding them silently
back towards the Pharaoh's suite. Atemu watched until they were out
of sight before rounding on the other monarch with a vengeance.
“Barracks – NOW!”
He snarled.

Atemu
had never, ever
felt such a powerful rage overtake him as when he had come upon his
young lover struggling in the arms of his larger attacker. The need
to spill the blood of the one who dared to touch his little one in
such a manner was almost too strong for him to control. Pegasus would
pay dearly for marring the boy's beauty, for attempting to tarnish
his body with this show of brutality.

Pegasus dusted himself off,
giving a quick nod as he met the Pharaoh's raging glare head on. “I
would be delighted to Atemu, my old friend.”

“My
Lord Pharaoh – ” One of the councilors who had been
conversing with Pegasus shortly before the whole melee started
stepped in between the pair. “This is no way to settle your
differences. The High Councilor is on his way here and he shall be
able to mediate your dispute in a more civilized manner.”

Atemu shot the man a look, his
tone clipped and disapproving. “With all due respect,
Rishid...this has nothing to do with the council's presence. It is
strictly a matter to be decided between myself and Pegasus.”
With that he turned back to the Hittite ruler, motioning towards the
parting crowd as he began to walk away. “Are you coming? Or do
you feel the need to walk the path of a coward once again?”

“Oh,
I wouldn't miss this for the world, little
Pharaoh.” Pegasus sneered superciliously as he and his guards
fell into place alongside Atemu and his retinue. “I've been
looking forward to this for such a long time. You will be defeated
this time!” he promised.

“I
highly doubt it.” Atemu responded with a snort. He would not
lose his cool over the insult. Not this time. This was no childhood
quarrel, started or forgiven with just a few words. No, it was time
for their feud to end.

The three councilors present
glanced apprehensively at each other, having no earthly idea how to
stop the approaching fight, before giving in to reluctantly follow
the two combative royals out into the main hall. They lagged slightly
behind the main group, speaking in hushed voices, but as the group
made their way through the hall they remained without a clue as to
how to halt this increasingly hostile confrontation.

The Pharaoh moved swiftly past
the curious onlookers as they fled his immediate path, catching sight
of Dartz's stricken form rushing in the opposite direction. His step
faltered for a moment as he wondered what had gotten his Hyksos
liaison so riled up. It wasn't as if Dartz himself held the Hittite
king in any sort of high esteem. In fact, the two of them had often
discussed going up against Pegasus for his previous misdeeds.

But, as he stormed out of the
palace and down the endless steps to the courtyards with the others
behind him, Atemu pushed the image of the man's ghostly-pale face
from his mind. He would deal with his objections at their meeting
later in the evening, if in fact the other's upset even concerned
this current difficulty. It didn't matter what any of them thought
about the situation – not the council, not Dartz, not his
people, not even the High Councilor himself – this was solely
between him and the man who had destroyed the villages along their
shared borders, for what purpose he had never known.

The man who had just ruthlessly
beaten his young lover with no provocation of any sort.

The crowd of people following
seemed to grow with each passing step as the two monarchs made their
way across the grounds to the military barracks. News of the
forthcoming fight between the two was on the lips of every person who
had been within hearing distance of the earlier encounter and the
Egyptian citizens who frequented the palace were eager to see how
their Pharaoh would fare in a one on one fight against a man as
merciless as the Hittite king was rumored to be.

The group split once they
entered the training arena, the spectators making their way towards
the benches surrounding the training arena while Atemu, after setting
aside his crown and cumbersome cloak, casually perused the selection
of weapons that Marik always kept on hand – with no apparent
sense of urgency. With a deep sigh, knowing that his own sword was
still safely in his chambers, the Egyptian monarch reached out to
draw one of the plain-handled training swords from its scabbard to
test its weight.

It
shall have to do.

“Absolutely
not!” A voice halted the irate Pharaoh in his tracks and Atemu
glanced back to see a fully armed Khallid standing between him and
the Hittite king, whom it seemed had already drawn a sword and was on
his way towards Atemu while his back was turned.

Now
that was quite unexpected of you, dear 'friend' of mine.
Atemu thought wryly. He had been hoping for his rival to do exactly
that, for it would have made killing him without the council's
interference all that much easier. He cast a dark scowl at the elder
man who had interfered in his plans, gaining a level glare in return
from the dark-skinned councilor, most likely for even having that
particular plan in the first place.

“There
will be no deadly weapons. And there will be no dirty tricks, you
will fight clean or we shall see you both confined to your chambers!
Just to be sure, I shall be overseeing this skirmish myself.”
The older man called out confidently once he had relieved the Hittite
king of his sword.

The elder man then wandered
over to the side of the field and selected two stout, blunt staffs
from the equipment present. The other two councilors folded their
arms over their chests, piercing both combatants with their glares as
they too moved into position to oversee the affair, finally accepting
that nothing they said or did was going to stop the younger royals
from settling this conflict the old fashioned way.

Fantastic.
Atemu
sighed with a roll of his eyes as he caught the long pole that the
elder man had thrown to him, taking up a defensive stance with his
attention centered on his rival. “Very well then. If you
insist.”

“I
do.” Khallid snapped, his patience for their juvenile antics
having reached it's end. “And that goes for you too, Lord
Pegasus.”

“Whatever.”
The Hittite king gave a roll of his head to loosen the muscles. He
flexed a couple of times in an effort to intimidate his opponent and
settled into position.

The elder man held a hand out,
dropping it as he backed quickly out of the way. It was a signal to
begin as Pegasus thought to rush his opponent with his staff held
high as if intending to impale him. Atemu dodged, twirling his staff
around to rap it across the other's back as he sailed past. The
Pharaoh grinned when he heard the stick connect solidly with the
older monarch's flesh, leaving a rather visible red mark on the
Hittite king's back.

“You
are a hypocrite!” Pegasus hissed as he turned and shook it
off, readying himself for another attempt. Again he charged the
Egyptian monarch, only to be thwarted last second by a whack to the
side of the head. He shook himself to clear his vision, giving Atemu
the opening he was waiting for.

“Why
am I the hypocrite when it is your army that has repeatedly destroyed
my villages!” Atemu bit out as he rushed his unsuspecting
opponent.

But
Pegasus regained his bearings and met him halfway, their staffs
colliding with a clack!,
each pushing against each other with all their strength. Atemu pushed
off and readied for another attack, twirling the long pole in front
of him confidently as he assessed the other's weaknesses. Once he
found one to exploit Atemu dove in, swinging the weapon down upon his
opponent.

Pegasus
dodged underneath Atemu's assault and swiped at his feet, dropping
the young Egyptian to the ground with a painful thud,
driving
the breath forcefully from his lungs.
With
his rival temporarily down he used the staff to jab violently at
where Atemu was lying. “You preach about protecting the
innocent and yet it was you who defiled my sister! You! You
hypocritical liar!”

Atemu's staff shot out and he
hooked the other's feet even as he twisted away from Pegasus's
attempt to impale him, sending the Hittite king crashing into the
dirt beside him. “I have done no such thing!” He yelled
as he tossed the staff away in favor of jumping on his opponent and
throttling him with all of his strength. “'Twas your sister who
all but threw herself at me, you murderous bastard.”

“You
lie! You defiled my sister and turned your back on your own child!
You are nothing more than a selfish, perfidious little boy who cries
foul when he doesn't get his way” Pegasus roared, using his
knees to gain the leverage needed to toss the smaller monarch off his
chest and into the dirt.

On his knees, the Hittite ruler
scrambled over to where Atemu was attempting to pick himself up off
the ground and simply punched him in the face. Atemu shook it off,
grabbing the other up by his neck and the two rolled for a moment,
neither willing to let go of the death grip they had on each other's
throats. Legs locked together, looking much like a couple of little
kids wrestling in the mud as each tried to gain the advantage needed
to make sure they not only won this fight, but that the other would
not be leaving the ring under their own power.

His
hands going numb as he tried unsuccessfully to draw a breath Atemu
realized that Pegasus held the advantage of strength and that he
needed to do something fast or he would not only lose the fight, but
most likely his life as well. With that thought firmly in mind he
balled up his fist and let fly a ruthless upper cut to the underside
of Pegasus's jaw, knocking him backwards into the dirt.

Once
free of the other's stranglehold the Egyptian royal scrambled quickly
to his feet, advancing on his foe with the gleam of murder present in
his eyes. “That is a flat out lie and you know it, Pegasus! Do
not ever presume to blacken my
name
with your
misdeeds.”

The Hittite king scuttled away
from the insane edge to Atemu's ruby orbs. “It is not a lie!”
He shrieked. “You're always encroaching on my territory...my
family and my property! They belong to me! That boy belongs to me! I
bought him!”

Atemu stomped on the taller
royal's hand, immediately halting his ignominious retreat. Crushing
the man's fingers beneath his heel, he leaned in and whispered,
“Speaking of my little one, Pegasus...Should you ever –
and I mean EVER – entertain the notion of touching him
again...dire consequences shall rain on your head.”

Warning spoken, Atemu straddled
the older monarch and began to give the man a taste of the vengeance
he would reap should he ever happen to forget their little talk.
Pinned beneath him, with his arms trapped at his sides, Pegasus could
do nothing but take the beating that the Egyptian king was dishing
out, howling for aid from those within hearing distance. With each
passing moment the younger monarch became more and more violent,
heaping abuse upon his helpless foe.

Khallid and the other
councilors were giving each other wary looks, as though they wanted
to break up the fight. In fact one had run out towards the middle of
the ring with just that intention, when a feminine voice cried,
“STOP!!!”

Both combatants sprang apart,
startled. But before they could continue a young woman came running
out to the middle of the ring, placing herself firmly between the two
of them. “Stop it!” She sobbed. “Just
stop...there's been enough hate...enough fighting...killing...stop!”
Katara dropped to her knees, tears running down her face as she
stared at her brother and the man she had always thought the world
of. “This is my fault...I'm sorry!”

Both men glanced uncomfortably
at each other, distracted by the distraught female kneeling in the
dirt before them. Pegasus recovered first, kneeling beside his sister
to take her tear-stained face into his dirty hands. “Shh,
sister, everything will be okay. You'll see. I'll make him pay for
ever thinking to destroy your reputation – ”

“NO!”
She cried, shrinking from her brother's embrace as she sought out
Atemu's eyes. “That's not what I want!”

Atemu snorted and turned his
back on the two of them, arms folded across his chest warily.
Mahaado's potion was wearing off. He could feel it with every
heartbeat, the return of the pain that had nearly brought him to his
knees earlier in the day. To add to that his face was throbbing and
he could feel the bruises as they formed on his neck where Pegasus
had attempted to strangle him with his bare hands. In short, his body
felt like one gigantic bruise and it was time for him to depart
before he gave in to the urge to kill that hypocritical bastard
rather than just let the council deal with him.

Gods the stress alone was going
to kill him, if these headaches didn't get to him first.

With one last glance at the
pair the injured Pharaoh made to walk, or limp as the case may be,
away from the scene, only for Katara to call his name. One slim
eyebrow rose toward his hair-line as he glared back at them, disgust
evident in his features as he stared at their at their dirt-laden
forms, recalling a time when they had all been friends – long
before Katara had seduced him, and Pegasus's child-bride had died of
extended illness.

Before he had learned to hate.

“Atemu”
Katara called again. “Please...I need you to hear me.”

Clenching his fists against the
insane need to kill something, anything, the Pharaoh turned back to
the pair. “What is it that you need, Katara? Have you not made
my life miserable enough as it is? What more do you want from me?”
He questioned through gritted teeth, fighting with the need to rub at
his head as he waited for the princess to speak what was on her mind.

Having caught his attention
Katara rose from the ground, leading the injured Pegasus with her as
she made her way over to where Atemu was glaring at them, his nose in
the air. When the Hittite king seemed to balk at being in such close
proximity to his hated rival, she shushed him with a “you need
to hear this too, brother of mine.”

That seemed to settle the
dispute as she knelt before the Egyptian monarch, her voice quiet and
unsure. “Atemu, I am sorry for bringing such troubles to your
life...had I but realized that by refusing to put to rest the rumors
concerning my son's heritage that I was, in fact, damning you...for
that I am sorry.”

Atemu remained silent, refusing
to give into the urge to show what he thought of her worthless
apology. But she seemed to have dismissed his presence as she turned
her imploring almond eyes on her brother. “Pegasus...my
brother...Atemu is not Anittas's father...High Priest Mutallu is. I
thought you knew that?”

“What!!!”
The Hittite king bounded back to his feet with a roar. “You had
me believing this whole time that Pharaoh Atemu, that my best friend,
was behind your troubles and now you dismiss everything that I have
done for you...every life that I've taken in payment for you
defiling, by telling me that he is not the one responsible for your
falling?! You lie!” The Hittite king raised his fist, preparing
to make his sibling pay for her betrayal.

Atemu's eyes narrowed, briefly
noting that all three of the councilors were too far away to be of
any assistance. A tremor ran the length of his figure as he realized
that Pegasus was going to strike the woman and he growled. He'd had
quite enough of the violence that this man spread.

So that was what all the raids
were about?! All of his people, innocent people who depended on him
for their safety, dying for no other reason than to sate a madman's
thirst to avenge his sister's imagined disgrace?! Without further
thought to his actions Atemu doubled up his fist and sent the Hittite
king flying backwards. Pegasus landed hard in the dirt, rolling a
couple of times to come to a rest on his back with a groan. The elder
monarch tried to lift his head once, only to slump down in
unconsciousness.

Katara had brought her hands to
her face in horror, with the realization of how far her brother had
gone just to protect her reputation. Her sobs were heard as the
councilors gathered around, debating whether or not to detain her
brother until the trial could commence. In the end it was decided
that – after the Hittite king's admission of guilt –
there was nothing else that they could do, and Pegasus was taken from
the training field in shackles.

As the Hittite king was dragged
ignominiously from the field by a pair of the councilor's private
guards a large cheer went up in the stands from the many citizens who
had been treated to this impromptu entertainment. Their king had won.
It was a joyous day for all of them and would be celebrated well into
the night.

A slow grin graced Atemu's
bruised, dirt-smeared features as he watched the scene unfold around
him. Satisfied that he had accomplished his mission the tired
Egyptian royal staggered across the arena and out of the barracks,
not caring in the least for the calamity he had left behind.

It wasn't until he heard
Marik's calling, halfway back to the palace, that he even realized
that anyone other than himself, the councilors and whatever crowd had
been in the stands had been present for the fight. He swayed on his
feet as he waited for his head guard to catch up with him, shooting
the other a fleeting, satisfied, if not somewhat stiff smile. Oh gods
his head was killing him!

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Yugi breathed a sigh of relief
when the golden armlet was finally peeled away from where it had
embedded in his skin, only to hiss, jerking away from the dripping
wet cloth that Mana slapped against the abrasion. “Ouch! That
hurts!”

“Well,
its not gonna tickle!” The young apprentice huffed as she
dabbed, none too gently at the open wound, resulting in his pulling
away again. She eyed his face for a moment as she tried to grab his
arm back. “That's quite the nasty bruise he left. Now stay
still! I've gotta clean it out.” She hesitated briefly, dabbing
the cool cloth at another wound – with a little less vigor
this time – before flashing him a tiny smile. “By the
way...you were amazing out there. I can't believe you socked him like
that!”

“Yeah...well...”
Yugi shifted his bewildered gaze up to meet with Mahaado's impassive
one, hoping for him to call a halt to his apprentice's actions. But
he should have known better than to attempt to garner any sympathy
from the stoic priest, who just shrugged lightly before going back to
staring at whatever was so exciting out in the courtyards, just as he
had been since they first entered the chamber.

Several moments later the
priest's sharp intake of breath gave the Hyksos royal pause in his
battle against Mana's rough treatment as he sensed that something
momentous had just happened, but as he opened his mouth to question
his guardian, the other sagged back into his watchful expression, his
closed off form uninviting of questions. Yugi quirked a brow at the
dark-eyed man's curious behavior before jumping once again as Mana
applied the cloth – this time to the side of his face.

“Mana
please...I'm fine.” He grabbed her hands and gently pushed them
away from his face. At the beginning of tears he pulled the younger
girl into his embrace. “I'm fine Mana...really.”

“But...you
didn't deserve that...I hate people like that!” Mana sniffed.
“They...they won't take no for an answer...they pick on the
ones wh-who can't defend themselves...”

“Mana...?
Are you okay?” Yugi queried at the tearful, almost terrified
expression on her face. Something was wrong, he could feel her
trembling violently in his arms. But from what he didn't know. What
was she so afraid of?

“Oh Yugi...I didn't...I
couldn't...” She sobbed quietly. “I'm sorry...I just
froze! I'm sorry!”

Without another word the young
apprentice untangled herself from his embrace and quickly fled the
chamber, leaving only an awkward silence in her wake. Yugi's eyes
shot to Mahaado's in question and the dark-haired priest nodded once.
“I'll see to her once the Pharaoh has returned. This is
something that she needs to learn to deal with eventually.”

Yugi opened his mouth to ask
what it was that Mana needed to learn to deal with, but the doors
flew open and Marik stormed into the room with a large grin, carrying
a barely coherent Pharaoh in his arms.

“Atemu!”
He cried as he flew to the guard's side, following his progress
across the room as he tried to assess Atemu's condition. His lover
looked like he received a terrible beating at the hands of someone.
But who? What had happened?! “What happened to him, Marik?”

Atemu
opened one bruised eye at his query, fixing him with a mock glare. “I
am right here, little one, you can
ask
your questions of me.”

Marik chuckled quietly as he
deposited the groaning monarch onto his bed. “He stomped
Pegasus's ass into the ground is what happened! Mahaado, if you would
make some more of your elixir it would be greatly appreciated. Our
Pharaoh here – ” and he stressed the title. “has an
important dinner meeting tonight with our guest and I'm sure he'd be
rather distraught if he were forced to miss it due to his ailment.”

Atemu's
impotent glare shot towards his friend. “Go feed Ammit, Marik.”
He grouched halfheartedly, putting a hand to his head. “I would
not be, distraught,
as you put it, if I missed this meeting. 'Tis only my want of
information from one of our guests –”

“I've
already got some made.” Ignoring their banter Yugi glanced
frantically around the room for the whereabouts of the potion that he
had made earlier. After spying it on top of the table across the room
he retrieved the bowl with the premixed potion, sprinting across the
room to hand it directly over to Atemu.

“Thank
you, little one.” Atemu murmured appreciatively as he drew
himself up shakily on his arm and downed the entire bowl in one swig.
Once finished with the bitter brew he wiped his mouth with his hand,
wincing as he brushed over a tender spot, and then handed it back
over to Yugi, taking the boy's bruised face into his hand to inspect
the damage that had been done.

Yugi shrugged off the gentle
touch, uncomfortable with the attention he was receiving, as he
reached for the bowl and cloth that Mana had discarded earlier. “I'm
fine...really!”

But Atemu was having none of
it. He dragged the unwilling Hyksos up onto the bed with him,
inspecting each and every mark on his body thoroughly. “This
should not have happened, little one..nor will it happen again.”

“Let
me...Arg! Atemu! I can't...stop, I need...Will you let me go!”
Yugi struggled against the Pharaoh's hold until he was able to sit up
beside him.

Immediately he snagged the
cloth and bowl off the bedside table. Wetting the cloth and ringing
off the excess he brought the soft material up to his captor's face,
wincing as the other hissed at him in surprise. “Stop...you
need to stay still and let me help you. And you're all dirty too.
What happened?”

Atemu chuckled at the pout that
had formed on his smaller lover's lips when he ducked away from the
cloth. “Relax, little one, I am fine. 'Twas just a minor
skirmish, nothing I have not done before.”

Yugi only tsked at him,
returning to the act of re-wetting the cloth with a new understanding
of Mana's earlier position.

“I
shall leave you in Yugi's capable hands then, your Highness.”
Mahaado laughed outright as he backed out the doors, following the
still laughing Marik. “Do not forget your evening appointment.”

Atemu gave a nod to show the
priest that he understood and would be ready to fulfill his duties as
needed. Once the doors were closed he hoisted Yugi up to straddle his
waist, skimming his hands over the boy's face. His little one's face
was a mass of swelling and bruises, and it hurt him to think that he
was the cause of the boy's pain. If he hadn't stolen the young ruler
away from his kingdom then he never would have run into Pegasus
without protection.

He
would make
up for this oversight.

“Don't
look at me like that. I'm fine, really.” Yugi grouched as he
pulled away from the Pharaoh's gentle touch to dip the cloth back
into the water. He rang it out again and pressed it against the
largest of the bruises on the Egyptian monarch's face,cleaning off
the dirt as he did his best to deal with the wounds, the many that
there were.

It took a while, but finally he
finished, examining the other just as he had been examined earlier.
“What a pair we make, huh?” He laughed.

Atemu laughed along with him,
his gaze becoming tender as he slipped a hand behind Yugi's head,
drawing the boy's head down to his. “That we do, little one.
That we do.”

Before Yugi could gather his
wits about him a soft pair of lips connected with his and he let go
of the now dirty cloth in favor of running his hands through the
Pharaoh's downy hair. It stung where Pegasus had backhanded him, but
he refused to let that bother him as he opened his mouth to let the
other in. Gods it felt so good to be in Atemu's arms after such a
fright. He rocked his hips, feeling more than hearing Atemu's purr in
response to his motions as he felt the other harden beneath him.

Atemu drew away, ending the
kiss to place small airy kisses to each and every one of the markings
that littered the boy's face. His hands wandered towards Yugi's
backside to caress and squeeze the firm globes. Gods he wanted the
little one so badly right now. He pressed his erection up against the
boy to let him know what it was he wanted, gaining a blush and a look
at the same time from the one above him.

“I
swear you're always so amorous after you take that potion.”
Yugi rolled his eyes playfully. At another roll of the hips he sighed
dramatically. “I guess we can do that.”

Atemu pulled him down again to
rub their noses together. “Good. I was hoping you would say
that without my having to resort to other means in order to gain your
cooperation.”

Yugi laughed at his lover's
solemn expression, only to gasp as a hand slipped in between the two
of them, moving aside the garment that he wore underneath his shenti.
Already slick with the oil from the bottle on the table that he
hadn't even realized his captor had touched, that sneaky hand found
the entrance to his body rather quickly and he couldn't keep from
arching as slender fingers slid up inside of him, slowly,
deliciously. He bit his lip, again tasting blood as he reopened the
cut, thrusting back against the teasing digits.

“Hey...that
wasn't...fair!” Yugi groused, humming appreciatively when they
brushed across his prostate. “Oh! Ah...okay, good...argument.”

Atemu chuckled at his lover's
antics, lazily prodding at that spot as he watched the boy writhe
above him. His motions were slow and deliberate as he thrust up into
the tight heat of his lover's willing body, driving Yugi to the brink
with every stroke. With his other hand he grabbed a handful of the
boy's ass, spreading him open so that he could have better access to
that secret place that made his little one mad with pleasure. In
response Yugi began to move against his hand, searching for something
more.

“Please...stop
teasing...” Yugi gasped after a few moments of riding Atemu's
hand. “You've got...a-a...meeting...to...”

“Very
well then, little one.” Atemu replied, withdrawing his hand
after one last thrust straight against the boy's prostate. He slicked
his erection with a handful of oil and guided his younger lover down
on top of him, hissing as he was enveloped inside the tight warmth.
“As you wish.”

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