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The Pale Savior	By : SasatheShy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Fifteen: Our Little Secret

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   That following week, Yami saw great improvement in Yuugi’s writing, but in the depths of those beautiful amethysts he saw unbearable distress. The shorter male did well hiding his feelings from Yami, looking happiest when they finished every lesson with a game. But when told that their time was up, Yuugi would always look so sad. It was obvious that the young man’s been preferring spending his time with Yami, then elsewhere, and that pleased the taller male eminently.

   In the process of working alongside his Lord, Seth, Yami put away a fresh load of unused bandages, and polished the desk with a gentle sanitizer the Lord of Intellect conjured himself. He peeked over at Anzu, who was treating a servant with a broken finger. Injuries happened often, and most seemed to come from kitchen related accidents.

   With the finger wrapped in a cushion of linen with sticks to keep it in place, Anzu reassuringly prescribed that the young lady take time off until the bone healed. The girl thanked Anzu quietly, then left the infirmary. Sighing softly, Anzu turned to Yami. She glanced at his hand moving robotically in a circle on the desk, and giggled softly.

   “Careful,” she said. “Or you’ll polish a hole straight through Lord Seth’s desk.”

   He pulled back, chuckling. “Right. That would not be good.”

   “Not in the least,” she agreed. She smoothed out the empty bed the girl she just treated had been sitting on. “What a slow day.”

   “You sound as if you want people to get sick.”

   “Of course not!” She knew he was teasing her, but defended herself, anyway. She went over to him to help put away a few bottles of medicine in the cabinet. “That is a horrible assumption.”

   “Forgive me,” he smiled. He scratched at his chin, debating speaking with Anzu about his tiny issue. With the infirmary empty, and with Lord Seth busy with matters not related to medicine, the dreamy Pale Face went ahead and turned to Anzu for advice. “Anzu, may I ask you something?”

   “Sure.” She pulled out a stool, taking a seat. “What is it?”

   “Well,” Yami murmured, remaining standing. “It’s about Yuugi. Have you noticed anything unusual about him lately?”

   “Hmm,” she sighed. “Well, now that you mention it, I have. He has been acting sadder than usual. He doesn’t visit me much anymore, though, so I can’t be too sure, but he did come in this morning asking for some medicine to help ease his stomach. He seems to get a lot of belly aches.”

   Yami crossed his arms, recalling that morning he first met Yuugi. He remembered well when the precious young servant slumped into the infirmary, telling Seth that his tummy hurt. He had looked so miserable then, like he did these days, and there was no question that the problem was Atemu.

   “Yami? Are you listening to me?”

   “Huh?” Yami shot his head up, looking to Anzu. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

   “I asked if you think Yuugi is in any kind of trouble.”

   “No,” Yami shook his head. “If he was, he would tell me. I plan on seeing him this afternoon, so I will talk with him.”

   Anzu smiled softly, happy that Yuugi had someone like Yami to talk to. “He is lucky to have you. I think he doesn’t like me very much.”

   “It’s not that he doesn’t like you,” Yami chuckled. “It is the fact that you are a woman.”

   Blushing, Anzu twirled round to face the desk, attempting to hide her embarrassment. “Oh.” She opened a drawer, fishing out a heap of papers she already looked over, but saw no harm in triple-checking her work.

   “He is happy he met you, too,” said Yami. “He just needed a man to talk to.”

   “I understand,” she nodded. “When you see him, tell him I said hi. Okay?”

   “Sure.” Yami knew his job there was finished for the day. His second job, his favorite job, was about to begin.

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   Yuugi was late.

   Sitting at his desk, Yami impatiently tapped his fingers across the desk. His darling student should’ve arrived over fifteen minutes ago. He glanced at the test he made for Yuugi to take, one on all the numbers and letters Yuugi should have memorized thus far. His boredom was so high that he just about filled in the blanks.

   “Where the fuck is he?” he grumbled.

   Three gentle knocks erased his annoyance. Yami pushed to his feet, and dashed for the door. He swung it open, relieved to see Yuugi standing there, bag in hand, his smile faint.

   “Hello, Yami,” he said softly.

   “You’re late,” Yami murmured, stepping aside.

   Bowing his head, Yuugi sluggishly entered the dusty room. “I’m sorry. I had to do something for Atemu. I got away as soon as I could.”

   Arching a brow, Yami quietly closed the door. A sudden twinge of guilt immerged, his inner conscious screaming at him for blaming Yuugi, when the boy’s tardiness was quite clearly the fault of the Lord. Muddling forward, Yami placed both hands on Yuugi’s hips, pulling him in for a hug. Yuugi did pull away from the soothing gesture, only to spin around in order to hug his friend properly.

   “Thank you,” Yuugi murmured.

   “Anything for you.” Yami’s hand freely brushed through Yuugi’s hair, letting the plush black hairs slip between his fingers. He stroked up and pinched the magenta tips. His and Yuugi’s hair appeared identical, but his hair was rough, as if it could crack like stone with a hammer and chisel, compared to Yuugi’s, which was soft and lovely. “Do you want to talk about it?”

   “No,” Yuugi said quietly. “I rather not.”

   The softness which clogged the back of Yuugi’s throat worried Yami. He cautiously took a step back in order to peer into those emotionless eyes. His anger for the Lord grew and grew, this time without the thought of forgiveness. “What did he do? Did he hurt you?”

   Yuugi gaped and shook his head. “No! Of course not. Atemu would never hurt me. He just asked a favor of me I wasn’t expecting, as if --” Yuugi rubbed his left eye, “ -- As if I meant nothing to him. As if I was just some low class slave.” He turned away. Running over to the bed, he dropped his bag on top of it. “I don’t want to talk about it!”

   “Alright,” Yami said, comforting Yuugi without pressure. “Well, your test is all set up. You ready?”

   “Yes,” Yuugi nodded. “I’m ready.” He opened his bag to dig out a quill. He gaped when it was taken from him. “Yami?”

   “I have a quill set out for you.” Yami nudged Yuugi over to the desk, smiling. “Now, don’t forget to take your time. No need to rush.”

   Smiling, Yuugi sat at the desk. He took a deep breath. Grabbing the quill slowly, he dabbed its tip in the ink. This exclusive test contained every last topic learned, from numbers one through ten, from ten letters taught, and even spelling out his name. That was what he was to start with. In deep concentration, he began to draw out the first symbol of his name, easily finishing, then went on to the rest of his name. He glanced over at Yami, who sat reading on the bed. That would be him, soon, with a tome on his lap, wide open with its purpose fulfilled. With his purpose fulfilled.

   Next came the numbers and letters, his biggest struggle. He knew these, though. He told himself over and over, repeated them in his mind, studied extra hard. He had a lot of time off that week, what with Atemu doing this or that, keeping busy with his duties as Lord. The man hardly spent any time with him or Salihah, but Yuugi’s seen him with Salihah more (at least, he believed so), and it angered him. Damn, he made a mistake and knew it was one. Scratching out his answer, he wrote a new one, then continued. He finished with the numbers faster than he foresaw, smiling confidently as he took his time more with the final part of the test.

   In just under an hour, Yuugi finished. Leaning back, he finally breathed normally, inhaling and exhaling, his jitters about gone. Some were still there. Those he’d save for the grading portion. Setting the quill down, Yuugi looked over at Yami, who was smiling softly at him.

   “All finished?” Yami asked.

   Yuugi nodded. “Yes.” He got to his feet, giving his sheet one final glance before switching places with Yami.

   During his first two tests, Yuugi could not take his eyes away from Yami, but this time around he could not bear to look. He stuck his head between his knees, and closed his eyes, expecting to hear the scribbling of the quill as Yami marked those he missed. He heard a cough, then another. He heard the chair squeak as Yami shifted to get more comfortable.

   “Hmm…” Yami suspired quietly, the tone in his breath indecipherable.

   Opening one eye, Yuugi peered out between his fingers. He lowered his hands in time to see Yami set the quill down. Gulping, he nervously leaned back when Yami focused on him.

   “Well…” Yami got to his feet. He took the test and brought it over to Yuugi.

   “How did I do?” Yuugi asked.

   Joining Yuugi on the bed, Yami handed the paper to him. “See for yourself.”

   Gripping the sheet of parchment, Yuugi nervously glanced down at it. The entire parchment rattled as he looked for the marks he expected to find. Blinking, he glanced at his written name, expecting it to be checked as incorrect. It wasn’t.

   “I don’t understand,” he murmured as he glanced at Yami. “Where are my mistakes?”

   “There are none,” Yami chuckled. “You did not miss a single question.”

   Overly shocked by this news, Yuugi managed to catch the test after nearly dropping it. In disbelief, he looked over his answers again, but agreed that they did not need to be corrected.

   “I got them all?” he squeaked. “I passed?”

   “You passed.”



   Overjoyed, Yuugi bounced backwards, flinging his test out of his hands. “I passed!” It flew to the floor, as if caught by a sudden wild breeze.

   Yami gaped loudly, then laughed. He got off the bed and grabbed the test, ignoring the ink stains on the floor. “Whoa there, Yuugi. Slow down. There is one last thing I want you to do.”

   Yuugi pouted. “What’s that?” The test was placed back in his hands. He tilted his head, a tad confused when Yami sat with him. The man leaned in close and pointed at the smudged symbols at the very top of the page.

   “I want you to read that for me,” he said. “Tell me what that says.”

   Proudly, Yuugi took a swallow, then said, “Yuugi. It says Yuugi. I read it.”

   “Yes,” Yami nodded. “You certainly did.”

   “I can read my name!” Yuugi cheered. “I can write my name!”

   Jumping to his knees, Yuugi did the unexpected. He wrapped his arms around Yami’s shoulders, embracing the man with gleeful affection. Yami’s own arms slid around Yuugi’s waist.

   “Thank you,” Yuugi whispered happily. “Thank you, Yami.”

   “Y -- you’re welcome,” Yami stuttered in reply.

   A wonderful, novel feeling washed over them. Grasping his position, Yuugi slowly pulled away as he stared with perplexity at Yami. His hands did not remove themselves from those bare, strong shoulders. He muttered not a word as amethyst and crimson attached, both clasping a similar covet Yami could not ignore.

   Daintily, Yami drew one hand up to sweep aside Yuugi’s golden bangs. He was drawn to that adorable, beautiful face. His fingertips ran down, gently caressing Yuugi’s nose and tender lips. He cupped Yuugi’s small chin, tilting back his head. All the while Yuugi allowed this, reacting poorly to this lewd situation.

   Yami cupped Yuugi’s cheek. “You are very welcome.”

   Without regarding the risks, Yami gracefully pressed his lips upon Yuugi’s, delighting them both with a delicious kiss. He moaned loudly, Yuugi’s lips like sweet sugar to him, a wondrous delight he could not get enough of. He eagerly deepened the kiss, not caring that Yuugi sat there dazed and confused. Yuugi, though bewildered by the sudden kiss, felt more warm than he had that first time Atemu kissed him, and that very feeling frightened him.

   “No,” gasped Yuugi, building enough power to withdraw. “Yami, don’t… Stop…”

   “Why should I?” The missing contact sucked. Yami wanted to push right back up against Yuugi. He growled. “Because of Lord Atemu?”

   “Yes,” whimpered Yuugi, it a labor to get that off his chest. Gently, he was pulled into Yami. Prepared to fight, to get away, he remained still when he felt the skin of the other tremor wildly. “Yami?”

   “No more,” grunted Yami. “Speak no more of that man, Yuugi. I hate his name, and I hate how fond you are of him. It makes me sick to think how he must treat you. I doubt he loves you. To him, you’re nothing but a puppet to manipulate.” Closing his eyes, he rested his head on top of Yuugi’s, taking in the scent of cinnamon and wildflower. He shuddered, finding Yuugi’s fragrance exhilarating. “No. He does not love you. He does not care about you.”

   “T -- that’s…” Yuugi stuttered, unable to speak. His eyes swelled. He squeezed them shut, not wanting to cry again. He already knew his heart ached. The other day, Atemu raised his voice, having never done that before, ordering Yuugi to clean up a puzzle he deliberately referred to as a fucking mess. And that morning he served Atemu by cleaning a spill his Lord spawned. Remembering hurt.

   “But I do.”

   When he heard Yami say this, Yuugi’s heart doubled in beat. He flung his head back, his confusion bright, making him look a tad queasy. “What?”

   “I care about you,” he admitted bravely. “Why do you think I was so willing to help you learn to read? For our Lord? No. I wished to be closer to you.”

   “Why?” Yuugi did not know why he was quivering as badly as he was. He was not afraid of Yami.

   Thrown off a limb, Yami thought quick to come up with a reasoning answer, for the truth discouraged him. But with his mouth hung open, and his silence painful, he could think of no suitable lie.

   “Because --” he paused, his shock amusing, “-- Because I like you.”

   Yuugi’s bug eyes widened. “You do?” The heat already torching his skin increased immensely. That feeling returned, one which he’d experienced plenty, but still had trouble understanding.

   “Yes,” Yami hummed, quite thankful getting it off his chest. He leaned down, capturing Yuugi’s lips once more. He gave a sweet, gentle kiss. “Very much.” He did not stop there. His hungry tongue glided along Yuugi’s soft cheek. Yami then buried his nose in that beautiful neck. “Yuugi…”

   “You like me?” The little one’s shock reigned still. He never imagined hearing anyone besides Atemu admit to liking him.

   Chuckling, Yami left alone that delicious neck, his temptation to ravish Yuugi not likely to happen right away. “Is that so shocking to you?”

   “Well, yes -- I mean…” Yuugi blushed. “I don’t know what I mean. I’m confused.”

   “Confused?” Yami gleamed, a hint of it dark. He ran a hand over Yuugi’s shoulders, feeling that silky blue material the lucky servant got to wear. “There is nothing to be confused about. I am perfectly capable of liking you. I like your smile, your lovely face, your gorgeous eyes.” He moaned softly, captivating Yuugi. “I could melt away in your eyes.”

   “But why did you kiss me?” Yuugi cried, his true desire revealing itself in an emotional uproar. “Why did you do it? What were you thinking?”

   “Yuugi…”

   “Why!”

   Grasping Yuugi’s arms, Yami pulled him close, shaking him a little. “Because I felt, no -- I knew it was right! You mean so much to me. These last few weeks have been the greatest moments of my life! Sitting with you, talking to you, playing those games with you. Yuugi, don’t you feel the same way?”

   “I don’t know.” Yuugi looked down. “You’re my friend.”

   “And you are mine.” Yami scooted closer, sliding his hand behind Yuugi to rub his back. “You’re my one and only friend.” He sighed softly, deciding it was time to take out the big guns. “Let me tell you a little a story, Yuugi. Before Lord Seth found me, I fended for myself, stealing what I could to survive, living like an animal, dispossessed and alone. There were many nights when I contemplated taking my own life. Why bother living if I had nothing to live for?”

   The thought of suicide clouded Yuugi with his nightmare at the river’s edge, when he actually hoped to welcome death.

   “But I knew I could not go through with it,” Yami went on. “I knew that I would have a chance if I prayed hard enough, and I did. I got my chance and now, I am safe.”

   Yuugi never mustered how similar his and Yami’s lives were. He no longer trembled, and took Yami’s hand in his, saddened by the story. Within him showed that he, too, connected with Yami. He may deny it, or not get it, but he felt it. Of that, Yami was certain.

   Smiling, Yami rose Yuugi’s hand to kiss it gingerly. “Now I have you. I cannot tell you how happy I am when it comes time to be with you. The morning drags on forever, it seems, but when this moment comes, the wait is worth my while.”

   “I -- I feel the same way.” Yami couldn’t be more thrilled finally hearing Yuugi come out with the truth. Yuugi was shocked, but he did not stop there. “I’ve wanted nothing but to see you, and be with you. I’m always sad when I have to leave.”

   “So am I.” Yami traced his hand along the small cleft in Yuugi’s chin. “We can make these visits better, Yuugi. Do you want these visits to be better?”

   By the stars in his eyes, there was no doubt Yuugi didn’t. “Yes.”

   “And do you want me to be happy? Do you want yourself to be happy?”

   “Yes.”

   “Then let’s be happy.” Yami rejoiced, elated by that answer, and was anxious to make his intention known. “Let me kiss you again.”

   It was a behest Yuugi couldn’t refuse. Yuugi reacted by sighing, startled when this next kiss slammed against him. That hot sensation returned, and it completely placed him under its hypnotic spell. A soft moan cascaded. His lips vibrated with Yami’s pair, and his desire to keep from breaking away eroded. To hold himself up, he pushed his fingers into Yami’s arm, pinching the skin. He apologized by moaning, not meaning to cause Yami to wince. He was forgiven right away, happy with a benign stroke to his cheek.

   The kiss ended much sooner than expected, but perhaps that was good, for Yuugi gasped and heaved.

   “Forget to breathe proper?” Yami smirked.

   “Kissing isn’t easy,” averred Yuugi, his skin aglow.

   “Is that so?” Scooting off the bed, Yami retrieved Yuugi’s bag. He secured the string with a good knot, not wanting Yuugi’s materials to fall out in case it was dropped. “Well, I’m rather speechless. I thought you would be used to being kissed.” Or was the Lord too concentrated on his cock to enchant Yuugi with the pleasantries lust offered?

   “Well, sort of,” Yuugi said. “Atemu does kiss me, but it feels different.”

   Scratching his last thought, Yami returned to the bed and handed Yuugi the bag. “Different?”

   Embarrassed by it, suddenly worried it would haunt him if he committed to sincerity, Yuugi ducked his head behind his bag. “Your lips feel nicer.”

   “Well, that is very complimentary,” chuckled Yami. “I figured you would retort the complete opposite, by your action. Why hide your face if you feel that way?”

   “I don’t want Atemu finding out.” Yuugi lowered his bag, frowning. “It would make him sad.”

   “He won’t find out,” Yami clarified. “What goes on in this room stays between you and I, Yuugi. There is nothing to worry about. It is our secret.” Taking the test Yuugi successfully completed, Yami blew gently, making sure the ink was dry, then rolled it neatly and stuck it in Yuugi’s bag. “It’s getting late. We should return you before our Lord has the chance to panic again.”

   Yuugi pushed to his feet, his disappointment cognizant but controlled. Before long, he would be right back here, where he preferred. It frightened him, to think he much rather be with a servant than with his generous Lord, and he knew if Atemu ever found out, punishment was plausible. He did not want anything to happen to Yami, or to himself. That’d ruin the paradise unearthed. Clutching the bag to his heart, Yuugi gave it a nuzzle, glimpsing within at his rolled up test, proud of his aptitude. He stepped behind Yami, exiting the room to return to the hallway. Not caring if bystanders saw, he slipped his hand into Yami’s. He swayed it back and forth. The chirp in his song was bright again.

   Together they walked a good distance, drawing in on the infirmary. Just outside its doors, Lord Seth stood conversing with some respected nobles when he took notice of his newest assistant hand-in-hand with his Lord Atemu’s beloved paramour. Excusing himself from the crowd, he further straightened his posture, if at all possible, to halt their hustled steps.

   “Yami,” he said strongly, arching a brow when the hands disconnected swiftly. “Have you finished with your tasks I gave you this morning?”

   Bowing before the Lord he served, Yami replied with, “Yes, my Lord.”

   “Good.” Horus, perched on his master’s shoulder, chirped in agreement, then shook his copper plumage. Watching those sharp golden talons dig into Seth’s shoulder always nerved Yuugi, more so than Horus’s sharp bronze eyes. The immortal sparrow hawk quirked its head to examine the two pallid men. Seth brought his hand up, scratching Horus’s feathery, soft neck gently. “Why are you with Yuugi?”

   “He’s been helping me with something important,” Yuugi answered, not giving Yami the chance. When Seth’s deep blues turned on him, he bit his lip and lowered his head. He was not used to bowing, never needing to for Atemu.

   Seth rubbed Horus’s head with one finger. “And what would that be?”

   Yuugi did not speak. He raised his eyes, seeing Seth staring at him. Blushing red, he swallowed air. “A surprise for Atemu. A -- gift I’m working on.”

   “One commendable, I presume?” Seth’s gaze shifted between the two.

   “Oh yes,” nodded Yuugi. “Very.”

   “Is there a reason for your close contact?” Seth eyed their separated hands. His exquisite vision caught the pink overtaking the white on Yuugi’s cheeks.

   “My Lord,” began Yami calmly, “Yuugi is my good friend. I was merely walking with him back to his room.”

   Yuugi smiled. He loved hearing Yami call him his friend.

   Crossing his arms, Seth refrained from sharing his suspicions by the act, but did not bark out that either were at fault of any crime. “I think Yuugi is more than capable of going the rest of the way on his own, Yami. Wouldn’t you agree?”

   “Yes, my Lord,” Yami connived. “Have a good evening, Yuugi.”

   “Bye Yami,” Yuugi said, a little sadly. He hugged his bag dear to his heart, quickly stepped around Seth, and slipped through the noblemen blocking the hallway.

   Facing his servant, Seth said, “I suggest you run along and see if help is needed elsewhere, Yami.”

   Disguising his outrage for the Lord before him, Yami simply bowed lowly, expressed the Lord’s correctness, and took his leave.

   Seth’s privileged title as Lord of Intellect was not simply on terms of obligation, agriculture, and war. His intelligence also faired when it came to reading others, on talent and emotion, and he distinguished well the bond between Yuugi and Yami. The way their hands were enfolded with their glossy smiles reminded him of the day he first realized had had fallen in love with Kisara. It would be wise to keep an eye on them, for Lord Atemu.

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   A fountain of Kisara’s brilliant white-blue hair fell down her face, and over her shoulders, shielding bits of her ravishing nude body as she rode her masterful Lord. She ran her porcelain hands up Seth’s gorgeous chest, grazing his pecks with her pearl white fingernails. She grinded her hips up and down while moaning his name. She was at her happiest with his hands on her hips, moving with her as they made love.

   These passionate sessions always pleased the Lord of Intellect after a long day of exhaustive commission. Kisara knew well how to rid him of his stress. Her goddess body, dazzling and soft, knew every one of his weak spots.

   She leaned forward, capturing his lips with hers. Moaning, she muffled a shriek as he pinned her beneath him. She giggled softly, happy to let him take control as she wrapped her arms over his strong shoulders, tickling his back with slow, alluring strokes. Growling lowly, he helped himself to a perky light nipple like a hummingbird would the bud of a flower, nibbling and licking at it hungrily. Her hands cradled his neck, her ecstasy grew. She closed her beautiful blue eyes, gasping as a wave of pleasure escalated, then flooded out of her.

   As her glorious spasm flourished, a knock came at the door. Seth pushed back, cursing under his breath. “Who would dare…?” He pulled from his lover, to his demise, covered himself with a sheet, and stalked over to the door. He pushed the bulge springing forth. He was not happy with the interruption.

   Kisara, not at all angry, giggled lightly as she hid under another sheet, remaining in bed. Only her blue eyes were visible as she watched Seth pry open the heavy door to glower at the son of a bitch.

   “What is it?” he snarled. “I’m…! Oh! My Lord.” He bowed his head, startled to find Atemu standing outside his chamber.

   Smiling, Atemu tilted his head, bemused. Kisara gave him a little wave. “Forgive me, I did not mean to delay a fun moment, but I must speak with you about a great urgency. A guard has returned from the missing party. He is at the infirmary now.”

   “A guard?” Seth gaped, almost dropping the sheet. “Is he injured badly?”

   “He is battered and bruised,” Atemu said. He put his hands behind his back, worried. “He seems a tad delirious. Will you come?”

   “Give me ten minutes?”

   “Of course.” Nodding at Kisara, Atemu turned and left.
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