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Mistaken Assumptions	By : tavia454 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 17844 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, I make no money off this story! Bummer!

Chapter List
- 15
- 16
- 17
WARNING: Do not read the first
12 paragraphs if you do not like graphic violence and rape. The scene
is close enough to be a sort of rape even if it doesn't start out
that way, so you're better off just steering clear of it. Safety
after the sentence in bold.

And please – do not kill
the author! (or you won't get to see the next chapter). Atemu was
being kind of a pain in the ass for this chap and didn't want to give
up his feelings willingly, so I'm not sure if I portrayed his
confusion right or not. Mind you he's still quite out of it during
the whole chapter.

And with that...(hops into bomb
shelter) Enjoy!

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“Come
here, little one.” Atemu whispered, afraid that his voice would
break were he to speak any louder. Deceitful
little one, my beautiful little liar, he
thought bitterly, wishing that just this once he could have been
wrong about one of his lover's deceitful intentions. Just this once.

Sighing
regretfully, Atemu climbed up on the bed and pinned the younger royal
to it with his body. He could feel the boy's need already growing
beneath him, Dartz's taunts ringing in his ears as his body responded
in kind. Oh
gods,
he pleaded, just
this once and I'll break whatever hold you have over me.

He closed his eyes to the
spinning room and instinct took over. An appreciative hum escaped his
lips as he leaned in, attacking the tender skin on Yugi's neck,
making the boy writhe and moan beneath him. He could feel his out of
control emotions bubbling up near the surface, warning him to make it
quick, before he let loose with some of what he was feeling.

Fumbling somewhat drunkenly
Atemu made short work of their clothing without relinquishing his
dominant position. Yugi lay compliant under his ministrations, eyes
barely open as he languidly rubbed a hand over Atemu's chest, the
gentle motions sending tingles up his spine. Once rid of the
cumbersome clothing Atemu grabbed a bottle of oil off the table and
poured its contents in his hand, quickly coating his length with its
slickness.

“Spread
your legs for me.” He demanded softly.

Yugi sleepily complied with his
wishes without question and Atemu sank fully into the tight warmth
with a groan, not realizing that he had forgotten the most important
part of their lovemaking. His eyes closed in sheer bliss, wanting to
draw the act of their love out forever. And yet, at the same time he
wanted to push the boy from him and berate him for his deception.
Instead, he began the motions of seeking his pleasure amidst all the
chaotic feelings that threatened to drown him.

“Hey?”
Yugi's eyes popped open and he squirmed uncomfortably, brought to
sudden awareness when his lover buried himself to the hilt with no
preparation whatsoever, only to begin thrusting once he was fully
seated. “Atemu...what – ”

It was the mere sound of his
name rolling off the other's lips that sent Atemu over the edge. “Be
silent!” He growled, already beginning to peak as Yugi
tightened around him in surprise.

“Wha
– ?” Yugi pushed futilely against Atemu's chest, just
beginning to notice his dangerous predicament, as well as the potent
smell of alcohol that wafted off his lover's breath and into his
face. How did he not notice that before? “At– ”

“I
said silence!” Atemu grasped the younger ruler's hands and
pinned them above his head with a brutal grip, continuing to thrust
into the inviting warmth!“You belong to me. You shall do as I
say. Spread your legs when I bid you.”

Yugi bit his lip as he tried to
tear his arms from the other's tight grasp, tears forming in his eyes
against the overwhelming pain of his lover's words as well as his
demeaning actions. Each one struck a chord of terror in his heart.
What was wrong with Atemu? Why was he acting so bizarre? Did it have
to do with the alcohol he consumed? Or the meeting that he'd had?

He turned his head to the side,
closing his eyes to the stench of alcohol, refusing to give in to the
urge to cry out as the man he loved used his body carelessly. His
hands hurt where Atemu had pinned them callously above his head and
he felt as though he was being torn apart. He needed to talk some
sense into the inebriated Pharaoh before he truly got hurt.

“Atemu...please...”
He sobbed. “What's wrong?” The only response he got was a
grunt as Atemu climaxed early, leaving him unfulfilled and ashamed of
his body's reactions.

Finished,
Atemu withdrew and pointed towards the doors, his face averted with
the heavy knowledge that he had just hurt his younger lover.
“Leave me! I wish to spend the night alone.” He had not
meant to hurt the boy, not in this way and he was afraid of what else
he was capable of with the alcoholic fog currently clouding his mind.

Yugi gasped at Atemu's icy
demeanor. What did he do? What did he say to irritate his lover to
the point of denying him completely? “Please...what have I
done? Atemu please?”

A hand crashed down against the
side of his face, surprising both parties – Atemu just as
much as Yugi – even as it reopened the wounds that Pegasus
had inflicted earlier, and the younger royal cried out at the brutal
treatment as he dropped to his knees. Yugi glanced up at the man that
he had trusted with his very being for these past months, astonished
to see the raging clouds accumulating in the other's expressive
scarlet eyes, a shudder traveling the length of his spine.

“Never
again shall my name cross your lips, liar! To do so will mean your
death!” Atemu snarled, again pointing towards the doors. He
needed time to think, time to come to terms with the fact that he was
mislead once again. Gullible
fool,
he thought viciously. But he could not pull his eyes from the
tormented sight that his smaller lover presented, hating himself for
his lack of control.

“Why?”
Yugi whispered as he cradled his bruised face in his hand, torment
visible in his features.

It
was only one word, but it rang out through the silent room with the
force of a bomb. Atemu's brows drew together, and in a fit of rage he
toppled the table that had stood beside the bed, scattering its
contents with a loud crash!
His hands fisted in his hair as though he was in pain and he sank to
his knees. “Get out!” He bellowed, his rage overflowing
with the need to throw something.

Even though he had not the
slightest idea of what had caused his lover to lose his hold on
reality Yugi didn't need to be told twice. A defense mechanism buried
deep within his subconscious, from having to deal with his father's
mercurial mood swings, kicked in and he immediately sprang into
motion, snatching up his flimsy shenti to flee the room without a
backward glance, cringing as something shattered against the doors
closing behind him.

Tears flowed down his face as
he searched for a safe place to hide from his lover's wrath. Spotting
the open door to the chamber that he had once considered his prison
the frightened Hyksos darted inside, sliding to the ground in a
defeated heap once he had gained the safety of the room. Oh gods what
was he going to do now? What had happened in there? Why was Atemu
acting so out of character? It was like a scene with his father all
over again.

What
did I do?

Yugi
cringed as that last thought echoed loudly through his head. What had
he done? He had fallen asleep earlier, feeling secure in his powerful
lover's bed, needing to feel closer to the one person who'd managed
to capture his heart. What on earth had caused the Pharaoh to lose
control like that? His mind remained blank despite his search for the
answer. There was no reason for the violence his lover had just
displayed. No reason whatsoever.

He had trusted Atemu, had
thought him to be cut from a different mold than his father. Why
would he do that? Despairing of what the future now held Yugi buried
his injured face in his hands and cried, tears spilling down his
cheeks to fall to the floor unheeded.

“Yugi?”
Mana's soft voice called hesitantly from the other side of the door.

The Hyksos royal tried to
answer, he really did, only to have the words stick in his throat,
threatening to choke him. But his call was unneeded as the timid
brunette peeked around the door, taking in his distressed state to
rush into the room. “Oh Yugi, what happened? Is the Pharaoh
alight? Are we under attack?!”

“I-I...don't...know.”
He gasped, giving her a tremulous smile. Regardless of the severity
of the situation, her rapid-fire questions were a soothing balm to
his shattered nerves and he gave a sorrowful chuckle. But it quickly
disintegrated into a devastated sob as he recalled the terrifying
chain of events that sent him scurrying from the royal bedchamber.
“No...we're not...I...I don't know, Mana...he...he...”

“Oh
gods, you're bleeding!” Mana exclaimed, calling his attention
to his nudity, and the small trail of blood that ran down the inside
of his thigh. Yugi scrambled to cover himself from her perusal,
sinking even further into depression as he realized that she now knew
the source of his pain. Only after he was covered did he dare glance
at her face, only to find her pretty features clouded over in terror.

“Mana?”
He ventured hesitantly. “Mana, are you alright?” He
whispered again after gaining no response.

“Your
face... Oh Yugi!” Mana reached out with a trembling hand and
cautiously smoothed his bangs from his tear-stained eyes.
“He...Pharaoh...he did this...didn't he?”

Yugi bit his lip, but nodded
anyways. “I don't know what got into him...”

His words seemed to destroy the
brave front that the young apprentice had been holding onto and she
collapsed into tears. “He knows better!” She cried, and
Yugi found himself thrust straight from the role of victim into that
of a protector as he reached out and gathered the younger girl into
his arms.

“Mana...”

“He
knows better! He was there! He saw what they did!” She wailed
as she clutched at him with all her strength. “He saw
them...him and Mahaado...they both know...and he did this?!”

“Mana...what
happened?” Finding the role of guardian vastly preferable to
that of victim Yugi tried to coax the story out of his younger
companion in order to forget his troubles, if only for a moment or
two.

It took a bit of coaxing on his
part, but soon the floodgates opened and she spilled her tale,
tearfully recalling that brutal night not so many years ago while
Yugi listened intently with the dawning realization of how much she
idolized both Mahaado and Atemu for saving her from a cruel death at
the hands of a gang of rapists.

He could see the images in his
head as she spoke. A time shortly after Atemu had become Pharaoh, the
rebellious teenager in him struggling against the restraints that had
been placed on him by his new position. So when the two of them –
one young ruler and his not so much older priest – snuck out
of the confines of the palace, only to happen across the younger girl
struggling against five drunken men who had thought to make a sport
out of relieving her of her virtue, they fought back.

Yugi had to swallow a sad
chuckle as the heroic image of his lover reminded him of all the
times that they had spent together despairing of the plight of those
less fortunate then themselves. It sounded so much like the Atemu he
thought he knew. He could well imagine his handsome lover riding to
the young girl's rescue with barely a thought to his own well-being,
Mahaado not far behind.

“Oh
Mana...I'm sorry...” Yugi whispered, cuddling the young
apprentice close as she sobbed herself to sleep in his arms,
realizing belatedly that he had just toppled the lofty pedestal that
she had placed her Pharaoh on. “I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm
sorry...”

Even though Yugi knew he was
safe behind the doors of this chamber for the time being he couldn't
help but start at the smallest of noises from the other halls,
berating himself heartily for being such a coward whenever his heart
jumped in his chest. And each time it happened he had to mentally
remind himself that Atemu wouldn't come looking for him tonight. He
had smelled the overpowering stench of liquor on his lover's breath.
More than likely the Pharaoh had already passed out.

Thinking
to try and straighten out the mess in the morning Yugi held his
distraught friend tightly as he finally drifted away into an uneasy
sleep. What
had happened?
The question haunted him into his dreams.

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It was still early when Yugi
awoke for reasons unknown, the sky holding only the barest hint of
Re's light. He glanced down at Mana's quietly sleeping form, proud of
himself for not breaking down completely in front of her like he
wanted to. His eyes still held the last vestiges of sleep as he
peered around the shadowed room, searching for the source of his
unwanted return to reality.

He nearly jumped out of his
skin when an aged pair of plum eyes blinked back at him from the open
door, the old man shaking his head in consternation. “Oh
dear...it's as I feared.” The man muttered to himself.

Yugi blinked the remains of
sleep out of his eyes, focusing on the all too familiar figure for a
moment before he realized who he was staring at. “Grandfather?”
He questioned softly, fearful of waking his sleeping friend.

The elder man merely smiled at
him, edging inside the room for a closer look. “King Yugi? I
thought that was you. I would recognize you anywhere. You look
exactly like your mother, young one.”

Yugi shifted Mana into a more
manageable position so that he could get a better look at his
relative, a quiet groan barely passing his lips as he managed to
aggravate his raw backside. Something was off with the figure
studying him so intently. “Grandfather?” He questioned
again. “When did you get here? How did you find me?”

Mana stirred briefly in his
arms, opening her eyes to glance over at their guest with a wide
yawn. “Uhm...Hiya Siamun...when did you get here?”

Siamun?
Who is Siamun? My grandfather's name is Solomon. Yugi
gave his friend a puzzled glance and she spun around to look at him.
“How are you feeling this morning?”

Shrugging her query off with a
slight uneasiness Yugi glanced back at the elderly man who had knelt
beside them. “Hello young king. I am your Great Uncle...your
grandfather's brother. It is nice to finally meet you, your
Highness.”

The title, along with a wave of
homesickness, brought reality crashing down on Yugi's head and he
fought valiantly against the tears welling up in his eyes. “I-I'm
fine...Siamun...is At...is the Pharaoh up yet?”

“Not
exactly...” Siamun tilted his head to the side. “Now that
you mention it...he did seem a bit...off when I stopped to see him.
Do either of you know what that is about?”

One look at Mana told Yugi that
she was going to spill all of his secrets and he attempted to stall
her with a quick shrug and a pointed look, but it was of no use. She
completely disregarded his veiled look in favor of giving the old man
a thorough update, starting from the moment that he had arrived in
their doorstep with nothing more than the rough clothing that their
Pharaoh had given him to wear.

During the course of Mana's
one-sided narrative Yugi objected several times to her views –
even going so far as to downplay the frightening scene from the night
before in order to not tarnish the elder man's opinion of his
sovereign. Mana, however, was not impressed.

“You
just admitted – !” She huffed, daring him with her eyes
to object.

“ – No
he didn't...it wasn't like that at all. Mana please...just don't.”
Yugi argued. “Not now...please.”

She appraised the exhausted,
heartbroken look that he was giving her for a moment before nodding
reluctantly. “As you wish.”

Siamun, who had listened to his
young apprentice's tale all the while, nodding here and there,
remained completely silent, completely still for a long time after as
he thought over her words. And then his head snapped up and he stared
directly into Yugi's eyes, unnerving the young Hyksos monarch
completely with the uncanny resemblance to his grandfather. “Do
you love him?” He asked.

“I...I-I
thought I did...” Yugi trailed off under the man's scrutiny. He
had never been able to lie to his grandfather before. And so found
himself unable to lie to the man's reflection. “I still
do...kind of...” He managed with a weak smile in Mana's
direction.

Mana gasped at him, but before
she could utter a word the old man gently commanded her to fetch
Mahaado for him, as well as Marik, and to meet them in the throne
room – cautioning her soundly to tell no one else of her
mission.

And then with a sympathetic
smile the elder turned his knowing gaze on Yugi. “We don't have
much time, young one, before the others arrive. Do not worry, I shall
right this wrong done to you.” He said as he patted the stunned
monarch's arm gently. “Stay here, I shall be back in but a
moment.”

“But
– ” Yugi attempted to object, realizing with a sinking
heart that the last time he had heard those very words they were
spoken by his well-meaning friends in reference to his newly acquired
status as king. And look where that had landed him. “Wait, I
don't – ”

“I
shall
fix this.” The grandfather look-alike promised as he strode out
the door with a purposeful step, ignoring the young ruler's attempts
to object.

And, once he was gone, Yugi was
left to ponder, stomach knotted with worry, just what the old man had
in mind. He had no where to go, no one to help him even if he did
have a place in mind. Those words were going to be the death of him.
He just knew it.

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Siamun strode swiftly through
the corridor, his mind racing with all sorts of violent thoughts
towards the young man he had practically raised as his own. The
situation was even worse than what he had originally thought. His
Pharaoh had not only kidnapped the reigning Hyksos king – his
grand-nephew – but he had defiled him as well.

It was going to take every bit
of his cunning to extricate his sovereign from this mess without the
council's retribution, and make it up to the young one who had been
torn so callously from the only life he had known only to be
subjected to humiliation at the hands of his captor – at the
hands of the man he loved.

The aging vizier stopped just
shy of the closed doors to the royal bedchamber, tapping his foot in
impatience as he waited for the guards to acknowledge his presence,
much as he had done not moments ago. Once they opened the doors he
stormed into the room, finding his lazy ruler still abed where he had
left him earlier, mumbling incoherently in his drunken slumber.

“Pharaoh
Atemu, get up!” He growled. When Atemu did not respond to his
demand he reached over and pinched the skin on his bicep, startling
his sleeping sovereign into state of semi-alertness. “I said
get up! You have a lot of explaining to...no, there's no time for
that now. You will meet me in the throne room as soon as you are
presentable.”

Atemu blinked at him sleepily
as he rubbed the offended area, not quite understanding what the
elderly man was rambling on about. “And what do you propose I
do there, Siamun? We are not scheduled to meet until Re has passed
midpoint.”

“Get
up!” Siamun repeated snappishly as he gathered up the clothing
that was scattered about the room, taking care to step over the mess
of broken pottery. “You need not be present for your marriage,
Sire.”
He warned, stressing the title with a sarcastic twinge as he tossed
the garments at Atemu's head. “But it would make me
happy to see you treat this with a little more care then you have
treated your life thus far. Do not defy me on this or I shall bring
down the High Council's wrath on your head!”

Warning issued, Siamun stormed
back out of the chamber, leaving behind a still drunk and thoroughly
bewildered Atemu, who barely understood a word of his irate
muttering. But as the old man had sounded deadly serious, Atemu
heaved himself out of bed and began a rushed version of his morning
ritual. He cursed his clumsiness as he cut his toe on a piece of the
shattered pottery that was curiously scattered about the floor, all
the while wishing that his head would clear so he could figure out
what was going on.

All that he remembered
distinctly of the night before was Dartz's humiliating taunts and the
birthmark that exposed his ex-lover for the liar that he was. Atemu's
face fell as he recalled the unbearable anguish and pain that had
pressed in on him from all sides, his memories from that point on
remaining hazy and unclear despite his attempts to coax them out into
the open.

He must have done something
wrong, though, to have irritated his advisor to the point of
threatening him with the council's retribution. In all the time since
he had appointed Siamun to the Council's post in lieu of his deceased
father the elder man had never thought to hold the position over his
head, as he had done just moments ago. If only he had heard what the
elderly man had been mumbling about.

After gathering the rest of his
clothes and making himself at least somewhat presentable Atemu
proceeded out of the room with a cautious step, hiding his still
hazed mind behind a mask of complete calm.

His head pounded viciously and
his stomach threatened to reject whatever contents were left, but yet
as he strode down the empty corridors his thoughts wandered towards
Yugi, wondering where the deceitful Hyksos royal had gone. His
carefully constructed facade wilted as his mind dredged up a random
memory from the night before – Yugi's tear-stained face looking
up at him with a pleading expression.

They must have fought at some
point and time during the night. Perhaps over the information that he
had learned earlier in the evening.

Upon leaving the royal suite,
he pointedly ignored the council's guards as they moved into
position behind him, shadowing him through the palace corridors and
into the outer halls. He momentarily pondered the curious lack of
questions from the councilors that should have been at his door,
waiting for their first good look at his young guest. But it wasn't
until Marik halted his escorts at the doors to the throne room, where
the councilors were presently conferring amongst themselves, that he
thought to question the curious goings on in the palace.

“What is the meaning of
this, Marik?” He queried.

Marik
cleared his throat, his voice oddly hoarse as he answered. “They
do not like being barred from the chamber. But it was Siamun's wish
that no one be allowed inside until the four of you are finished with
your discussion.”
As he spoke the head guard cast a wary eye toward the three
councilors that had just recently taken up camp outside of the throne
room, as well as the guards that had shadowed his sovereign's steps.

After
giving his head guard a strange look Atemu allowed Marik to usher him
into the throne room. He glanced around, seeing only Siamun and
Mahaado at first, until the elder man pulled at someone, who it
seemed, had preferred to remain hidden behind him. His eyes widened
as the petite form of his lover emerged and for a moment he was
overjoyed to find that the little one was alive and well after his
mind had supplied the peculiar image from earlier.

But
then he took another look at the boy's fearful expression, at the way
he clung to the Egyptian advisor – as though he had good
reason to be afraid of him. In that instant the familiar feelings of
insecurity and jealousy crept up on him and Atemu found himself
helpless to keep from opening his mouth and taking it out on the most
convenient target available.

His
brows drew together as the storm clouds gathered in his eyes, hiding
the look of betrayal that had surfaced from the moment he realized
that the boy had gone to his Vizier behind his back. “What
is the meaning of this? What is
that
doing here?!”

Once
the words were out of his mouth Atemu berated himself for his
outburst, cringing mentally at the glare he received from the elderly
advisor, as well as the wounded expression that crossed Yugi's
features.

Instead of answering his
sovereign's vicious query Siamun immediately began reciting words to
a ceremony that both monarchs were very familiar with, his irritated
gaze remaining locked with Atemu's for a time.

Standing dutifully beside the
elderly man, Yugi had truly hoped to go unnoticed by his captor's
piercing gaze, not understanding his current situation, but once
Siamun had drawn him from his hiding place he decided it was of no
use, meeting the Pharaoh's narrowed glare head on until his eyes
burned with the tears he refused to cry.

The broken Hyksos ruler cringed
at his former – and he did mean former – lover's
hurtful words only for the hair on the back of his neck to stand
straight up as he recognized the elder man's muttered chant.

No!
He wouldn't! His
wide-eyed gaze swung around towards his grandfather's duplicate,
mirroring exactly Atemu's expression of surprise from the other side
of the room.

Inwardly Yugi kicked himself
for being so gullible. He had been so wrong to blindly follow the old
man, just as he had his friends the last time. If he had only
listened to his instinct – which told him to flee – he
never would have found himself in this position. Siamun, however,
continued with his chant, heedless of the twin looks of surprise that
both monarchs were giving him.

“Wha
– ?” No!
Not this. Anything but this.

“Hush
young one. This will all be over in a moment.” Siamun advised
him gently, patting his arm as he continued to chant the words to the
ritual.

Yugi tensed, his body poised to
flee as the intimidating Egyptian monarch sauntered deliberately
across the chamber to where he, Siamun, and Mahaado were waiting. His
foot inched backwards involuntarily – only for Siamun to cut
off that escape with a gentle hand encircling his wrist. Yugi tugged
against the elder man, not realizing that the taller priest had come
up behind him to cut off his last escape route. He cringed, his gaze
dropping to the ground as Atemu finally gained the steps to the dais,
condemnation burning bright in his eyes.

“No...don't
do this.” Yugi pleaded softly to the priests. “I don't
want this.” Please...
He
glanced over at Atemu for assistance only to receive a dark glare for
his efforts. A deep roiling started in the pit of his stomach and it
was all the younger king could do to hold on to what he had eaten the
night before. His legs trembled beneath him as the familiar feelings
of dread and terror overcame his mind and for a moment he was back in
the dungeons with his father and the girl that he had tried so hard
to save.

Siamun leveled a sharp glance
at the terrified Hyksos royal, keeping his tone even and kindly as he
spoke. “That is not what you admitted earlier, young one. Now
hold still, I do not wish to spill this on your skin.”

Mahaado placed a gentle hand on
his elbow to assist in keeping their captive from moving, even
unintentionally, and Yugi gave a pitiful glance up at the man he had
come to look upon as his friend. “Please...don't. Don't do this
to me.”

“I
am sorry, young one, this is what the council wishes. I am a mere
priest.” He murmured, feeling a stab of pity pierce his heart
when his charge's gaze clouded over with despair.

By
that time a seething Atemu had made it up the steps and over to their
little group, his malevolent glare pinning Yugi to his spot with its
intensity. “So you think running to the Council absolves you of
my anger?” He charged heartlessly, recalling only enough from
the night before to vilify the younger royal in his mind. “I
hate to inform you, little
one,
but once the ceremony has been performed you belong to me more
completely than when you retained only the status of slave. Now there
shall be nowhere for you to escape me.”

Yugi
closed his eyes to the harsh reality of the Pharaoh's words, tears
threatening to escape the confines of his lashes as he prayed to his
gods for salvation.
Please, don't do this, please. I'll do anything you ask...just don't
let this be...

“Please...”
He whispered, knowing that no one was going to save him from his
fate. “Don't...”

Atemu gritted his teeth against
the younger monarch's tearful plea, still irritated with his original
reaction – when he realized that Siamun was performing a
marriage ceremony. He had froze momentarily, his heart leaping into
his throat in anticipation. Marriage. An unbreakable union between
the two of them. It was a question that he had always wanted to ask
the boy, from the moment Yugi had first entered into his care.

Everything was as he always
dreamed it would be, with his little one standing on the dais waiting
for him, Siamun performing the vows with a solemn voice, Mahaado
standing in attendance...and it was all wrong. All of it!

Incensed with the entire
charade Atemu ruthlessly crushed the little spot of joy that had
formed when he realized the reason he had been called so hastily to
the throne room. The little one would be nothing more than a
possession now. A possession with baggage, for now Hyksos and its
problems belonged to him as well, but still only a possession.

Oh gods he needed the strength
to make it through this ritual without breaking down. This was
everything he had always wanted, and yet, everything he could never
have. It was all a lie.

“Be
silent Atemu.” Siamun commanded, his tone harsh. “You are
responsible for kidnapping and defiling this young man without cause.
The least you can do is make it a respectable union.” After
speaking his mind he went back to his chant, concentrating on the
sealing of the armlet that would mark Yugi forever as Atemu's other.

“Is
that what he told you?” Atemu raised a brow at his advisor, his
mind begging for Yugi to tell him that this was all a lie, that he
still loved him, that he did not go running to the only authority he
would submit to willingly in order to look like the injured party.
“Perhaps you ought to look a little closer at what you are
attempting to defend, Siamun, your eyesight is not what it once was.”

With that comment the old man
stopped what he was doing to blast his young sovereign with the full
heat of his glare. “I do not know what you are thinking, your
Highness, but you are in the wrong. Did you ever once give a thought
to Yugi's plight when you stole him from his palace? When you took
his innocence?” He paused for a moment, waiting for his
sovereign's answer. When it became apparent that it wasn't
forthcoming he sneered. “I thought not. Do your duty by him,
Atemu”

Atemu only snorted at his
Vizier's reprimand, folding his arms over his chest as he appraised
the younger monarch's trembling figure with a jaundiced eye. But he
could not quell the small spark of joy that continued to linger
despite his anger. Yugi belonged to him now. The council's
interference be damned, once their union was affirmed no one could
take him away.

During the unpleasant
confrontation between his captor and the elderly advisor Yugi had
remained silent, opening his mouth every so often only to close it
tightly once again, his eyes flitting every once in a while to the
man that still held his heart. Atemu looked stunning – as
always – even though he could tell the other was suffering
from the ill effects of over-indulgence.

Why
couldn't he speak up? Every time he tried the words would not come.
What had happened to them? Why was Atemu...the Pharaoh, acting this
way? He could feel the man's fiery gaze upon him and it turned his
legs to jelly. Please...don't
do this...what did I do?

Siamun had gone back to his
chanting after Atemu remained stubbornly silent on the subject, only
stopping once to ask Mahaado once to bear witness. After receiving
the confirmation he continued on until he had finished sealing the
armlet completely around Yugi's wrist. Once he released his prisoner
back into Mahaado's safe keeping he held a hand out for Atemu's,
repeating the words as the hand was slapped down forcefully into his.

As he finished his work without
another word from the stunned trio he gave a threatening glance
towards his hesitant monarch. “I want you two to seal this deal
with the customary kiss. Do you understand me?”

Mahaado regretfully backed away
from the duo, leaving Yugi to stand unsteadily on his own two feet
with the realization that his gods had indeed abandoned him to his
fate as Atemu approached him with a thunderous look on his features.

The Egyptian monarch leaned in
close, halting Yugi in the middle of a backwards step by taking his
hand, pulling him close as though to place a gentle kiss on his lips,
only to whisper, “I shall delight in making your life
miserable, little one. Do not ever defy me again.”

The color drained from Yugi's
face at the threat and he shivered despite the fact that he tried to
appear unaffected. The tears blurred his vision, distorting the image
of the man he thought he loved and his legs gave out, leaving a
stunned Mahaado to catch him before he hit the floor.

“Atemu!”
Siamun was already lecturing the taciturn monarch for his
stubbornness before he stepped away from the fallen boy. “What
has gotten into you?! You will treat him with respect from this
moment on! Do you even know who he's related to?”

Atemu glanced over impatiently,
willing the old man to get on with it even as he grabbed a hold of
his prisoner with the intention of dragging him back up to the royal
suite to make him pay for his defection. “It matters not.
What's done is done.”

Siamun huffed, his hands on his
hips, in full lecture mode. “If you do not desist in this
behavior...I'll, I'll...oh! He is my grandnephew, Atemu! And now your
consort! And...and furthermore, he is related to the High – ”

Atemu cut him off with a shrug,
the fact that he was now married resounding in his head and drowning
out all other thoughts. “I care not who he is – ”

“Yugi?
Are you in here?” An unexpected visitor peeked around the
doors, somehow having managed to elude the distracted guards outside.
“Yugi!”

Yugi tore his frightened gaze
from the three figures on the dais only to cry out. “Grandfather!”

He ripped his hand out of the
Pharaoh's grip, not seeing the glint of sorrow flash through Atemu's
eyes, pulling away from Mahaado to fly down the steps, bounding
across the room and into the arms of the only person he knew he could
trust. “Grandfather!” He sobbed over and over again.

“Oh
Yugi. I was so worried. And when I saw Malik outside...”
Solomon trailed off as he caught sight of the beautifully crafted
armlet attached to his young relative's wrist. His white-hot glare
shot across the room, pinning his brother in his spot. “What is
the meaning of this?! Siamun?!”

“You
can't break the bond, Solomon. They are married now, we need to let
them resolve their issues on their own.” Siamun explained
hastily. “This is what he wanted, what they wanted. You can't
keep them apart! They love each other!”

Love? Was that what this
sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach was called? This bitter
jealousy? This need to possess his little one wholly despite his
defection, despite his lies? Atemu gave his advisor a sidelong glance
as he folded his arms over his chest, the weight of the jeweled
armlet feeling heavier then it should have. Then, without his
consent, his gaze wandered out towards where his little one had
broken down completely in the arms of the second elderly man.

His heart ached with the need
to hold the boy and soothe his tears, but he held himself from the
urge to tear him possessively from the other man's embrace. He would
not give in, not to that treacherous little bastard, not anymore. His
heart hardened to the sight and he found himself wishing for this
distasteful scene to be over with so that he could find a place to
hide and think. It didn't matter anymore what the boy did. He was
done playing the fool.

“You
will find
a way to break this bond, Siamun!” Solomon snarled, his grip
tightening on the shattered figure in his arms. “I am taking my
boy out of here!”

Atemu opened his mouth to
object only to have his words cut off before he even spoke them by
the two elderly men as they began to shout obscenities across the
room at each other. His eyes locked on the trembling figure of his
new consort and his heart broke again with the realization that the
little one had never once refuted Dartz's claim. A wave of jealousy
tainted with confusion washed over him, leaving behind a bitter, foul
aftertaste as he turned away from the sight.

“What
is going on in here?” A third, rather exasperated, voice was
heard outside the doors, sounding quite similar to the two that were
shouting back and forth.

A third pair of identical
plum-colored eyes peeked into the room only to gasp as he beheld the
sight of one triplet snarling insults at another, a small, shivering
figure held tightly in his arms. Sugoroku stepped fully into the room
and cleared his throat loudly, the sound muffled by the veil over his
face. “I'll ask only once more...what in the gods' names is
going on in here?” He shouted.

His middle brother pointed an
accusing finger at their youngest and charged, “Why do you not
ask Siamun? He is the one who just married my grandson off to his
kidnapper!”

“Siamun!
Is this true?” Sugoroku gasped incredulously.

The youngest of the elderly
triplets nodded, unashamed of his actions. The young Hyksos king had
told him that he loved Atemu, that was a good enough reason for him.
And he had already heard Atemu's drunken mutterings – it was
hard not to. The two of them deserved a chance to make this work
before the outside world intruded on their dreams.

So what if neither of them were
on civil speaking terms right at this moment? It would all work out
for the good – eventually. His chin went up a notch as he
snapped defiantly. “Yes I did. 'Tis over and done with. There
is nothing either of you can do now, so let them work this out
amongst themselves!”

The former Persian king gritted
his teeth as he realized that his youngest sibling was right. There
was nothing they could do. But as he glanced over at his middle
brother he had the feeling that that little fact was not going to
keep Solomon from trying. A commotion from the other side of the door
caught his attention and he smirked at his youngest brother, feeling
a vengeful need to even the score.

He cleared his throat again.
“Why Pharaoh Atemu...I do believe that you left something
behind at the Hyksos palace. Two somethings, in fact. Oh, and I shall
be using the troops you left behind to help further the rebuilding of
Hyksos since I am certain you will not mind.”

He spoke the words just as one
of his loyal guards dropped an unconscious Bakura and a bound yet
still struggling Seto unceremoniously on the floor in front of him.
Siamun gave him a look of complete loathing as he gloated silently
for managing to get the upper hand. But his middle brother only
managed to look defeated, glancing at him only once before heading
towards the exit still clinging to his distraught grandson.

“Do
not attempt to stop me, Sugoroku.” Solomon ordered as he
passed. “We are leaving. And I am taking Malik with me as
well.”

Sugoroku only nodded once,
before returning his attention to the Pharaoh, who had literally
jumped from the dais, landing in a rather undignified heap, to
scramble to his friends' aid, all other thoughts forgotten from the
moment his friends had been dumped unceremoniously into the middle of
the confrontation.

Khallid and Rishid had already
informed him of Pegasus's actions against Egypt, as well as the
Hyksos commander's treason during the moments before his attention
had been called into the throne room. He had a lot to right before
the council took their leave. But the one thing he intended to do
with his presence was knock this arrogant young whelp back down a
notch. Pharaoh Atemu's ego was astounding and he planned on reining
it in before it got any further out of hand.

“Excuse me...? A hesitant
voice called from the outer reaches of the hall.

Sugoroku cringed, having
forgotten all about their guests in the melee. He turned to the
middle-aged oriental couple with a bow. “Please forgive me,
your Highnesses. I am merely settling a trivial matter that cropped
up during our negotiations. What is it you that you are in need of.”

A pair of tired emerald eyes
glanced about the disorderly scene in the throne room, the tiny man
clearing his throat as he raised his voice to be heard above the
chaos. “I merely wished to see my youngest son. I was told he
found refuge among the Egyptian court.”

Atemu, who had rushed to help
free his friends from their bonds, glanced up at the demand, only to
freeze at the questioning look in those hauntingly familiar
jade-colored eyes that reminded him so much of his deceased friend.

Sugoroku's brows drew together
in a frown. He had nearly forgotten their quest – and the
original reason that they had finally consented to becoming a part of
the High council of countries. “I am certain that he is here
somewhere. What is your son's name?”

“Otogi.”

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(voice is muffled from hidden
shelter) Please review? Please? Tell me if this worked out or not.

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