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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 Seventeen: His Savior

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   Yuugi tiptoed out of his room late at night, satisfied when he sneaked his way through the palace to meet up with Yami halfway, as scheduled. Yami sighed with relief when his darling student finally showed up. He was about to give up hope until last minute, when he saw Yuugi’s small shadow coming his way. He held a lantern high, smiling in its welcome shimmer.

   “Good to see you,” he whispered.

   “You too,” replied Yuugi, his voice just as quiet as Yami’s. “Sorry I’m late. Atemu didn’t go to bed until just recently. His light was on for a long time.”

   “It’s fine,” Yami smiled. “I’m just thankful you came. Shall we?”

   Yuugi’s alert system was on full as he led Yami carefully through the palace halls. The infirmary, as well as many unavailable rooms, they managed to creep by without triggering the attention of patrolling guards. It was hectic, due to the double guard duty ordered by Atemu, but even so, he could not settle the rapid drumming of his heart.

   Glancing back at Yami, Yuugi gave the man’s hand a gentle squeeze. “We’re almost there.” Though capture reigned as Yuugi’s top worry, he could not shake the devious act he was partaking in. In seconds time, he’d address Yami to his private quarters. He anticipated what it’d mean to have a presence opposing that of his Lord in his quarters, admiring his puzzles, simple clothes basket, and silky-spread bed fit for two. Imagining the consequences of showing it all made Yuugi’s cheeks flame red.

   He could feel Yami pressed against him, keeping no room in-between. That warm, settle breath tickled the hairs on his neck, nearly causing him to fumble in the dark. A familiar sensation overwhelmed him, one he knew well from the time he gave himself to Lord Atemu, a dangerous, yet wondrous feeling. He did not distaste the feeling. The sneaking about, the turmoil rule-breaking, and pleasurable kissing was, for Yuugi, what the doctor prescribed.

   Rounding that final corner, Yuugi timidly slowed to a complete stop, facing the wood-crafted door that led into his fabulous bedroom. It gave off a larger appeal, towering before him like some dark, unexplored cave, and his nervousness returned. “This is it.”

   “Well,” shuffled Yami from behind. “That would make this room Lord Atemu’s?”

   Gaping, Yuugi spun himself to photograph Yami’s hand inching closer to the shiny handle of the larger door secluding the Lord on the other side. Four fingers fitted over the handle, the thumb curling beneath. Yami readied to give a twist, to pretend like he’d never set foot in the Lord of Tranquility’s personal living space.

   “No, Yami.” Yuugi’s touch to the slightly taller male’s skin caused an equivalent splurge of sparks. Quickly, Yuugi withdrew, stepping back while praying Yami constrained himself from creating a possible disaster. His muscles loosened when the hand replaced its grip in the handle with Yuugi’s delectable graze.

   “I won’t,” Yami assured. “It was an act of interest. Sorry for scaring you. All I care about is seeing where you sleep. Please show me.”

   Yami directed himself to the spotlight; the room he longed to see. He waited patiently, hinting the shakiness Yuugi cascaded while fidgeting to get the door open. The littler one seemed timorous as an explorer embarking on an unprepared journey. “Need help?”

   Faintly huffing, Yuugi shook his head repeatedly. “I got it.” A single sweat drop drizzled down the left of his slim black eyebrow as the door squeaked open. He bit down on his tongue, then ushered Yami inside. He hurried to shut the door. His brain fuzzed, and his heart raced. He was now standing in his bedroom with Yami right behind him.

   Gradually he faced Yami, hiding his sweated palms behind his back. He saw well in the glow of the lantern Yami portraying a handsome smile, one new to Yuugi. It caused a flush to creep over his round cheeks.

   “Yuugi…” Yami stepped forward, prepared to achieve his anxious desire.

   Reacting choppily to the scene, Yuugi dove from Yami’s gallant stare. “A tour… Let me give you a tour.” He made way for the unsteady table, embarrassed by his stumble. “These are the puzzles I told you about.” Mentioning his favorites relaxed him. He smiled at every design, whether finished or unfinished. “Atemu basically gave them to me. He said I may keep them in here. I’m glad, too. They’ve really helped me get through some hard times. The only thing I’m worried about is what I’m going to do once I’ve put together every one. Should I simply start over when that happens?”

   Yami altered behind Yuugi, disappointed that the other tried ignoring the urgencies needed delivered. The man knew exactly what Yuugi was feeling, and he would give the boy exactly what he wanted. The moment he stepped into that room, his crimsons first beheld the glamorous bed of heaven. A well-sewn mattress was topped with wool sheets of blue, messily tangled from when Yuugi got out to find him. Four pillows embellished red accompanied the frame, largely squared, and easily capable of sheltering little Yuugi like the bases of a fortress. The bed was much too large for one such as Yuugi, Yami concluded. It’d be o much better use if it was to share more than one body. He saw it as sensible. But there he was, being educated on children’s play. Yuugi’s stalling offended him.

   He moved his hands to embrace the frail hips of his passion, successfully smirking when he felt that smaller body automatically lean on him. His hands moved diligently, soon permitting his arms to wrap fully around Yuugi, touching the other’s small, soft stomach. Yuugi smelled so good, like the flowers grown in the gardens. There was more there, a sugarcane sweet scent that was Yuugi’s own. It thrilled Yami, and heated his exhilarated groin. No other ever caused him to want sex. There was just something about Yuugi. Not only was he polite and kind, but the cuteness of his face, and the daintiness of his lamb-like nature drove Yami insane. Perhaps he shouldn’t feel angered by Atemu’s own lust, if the two shared the same notions on how irresistible Yuugi seemed. But Yami knew he was more to Yuugi than Atemu could ever dream.

   He had given Yuugi hope beyond just pleasure. He may not had provided Yuugi with a large bedroom, fabulous riches, and compliment-worthy dishes, but when Yuugi spoke, he listened. When Yuugi cried, he cradled. When Yuugi smiled, he returned it fully. He was a friend, true and endearing, and over the weeks they spent together, he was to Yuugi what the Lord of Tranquility could only wish to become. He, though Yuugi dare not say it, was loved.

   Yami lowered his chin to Yuugi’s shoulder, grinning all the while. “As fascinating as that is, Yuugi, I did not come here to baffle over your hard work.”

   “Then what is it you wanted to see?” Yuugi asked shakily. “There’s nothing in here that’s fascinating at all, really. I mean, my kitten must be out somewhere. She isn’t in here right now.”

   “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about it being dull in here.” Yami brought a wet kiss to the collar of Yuugi’s weak shoulder.

   Hazily, Yuugi tried turning his neck. “Yami?”

   Yami grasped Yuugi’s arms, and spun the boy to face him. This startled Yuugi, who gasped sharply. The lantern Yami brought with him was left over on the floor.

   “I don’t want him taking you again,” Yami erupted. “I know how he treats you, and what he does to you isn’t how lust should be given. I know I cannot stop him from doing it to you time and time again, but by the Gods, at least give me this once chance to show you how much you mean to me.” He took a pause, deciding on the simplest of words to say. “Let me make love to you.”

   His way for words was riveting, and Yuugi believed him. He saw a spark in those dazzled amethysts. He knew there was no fear there. Not anymore. There was only a melodic sigh, followed by a furious blush.

   “Atemu does not deserve you,” Yami murmured. He rose his hand to cup Yuugi’s darkening cheek.

   “Y -- Yami…”

   “But I do.” Yami leaned closer, moving his other hand to cup the end of blue linen at Yuugi’s knees. He lifted the silky material rather obscurely, telling himself to only further explore if granted consent. “I do because you are important to me.”

   Yuugi’s body messed with him, playing one intense joke. His arms tingled, his legs buckled, and beneath the confines of his linen he felt incredible joy. He knew that he was becoming aroused. He was nervous, but hid well the tightening of his chest. He did not doubt any sign of greed, nor thought badly of what he craved. Yami was what he wanted, he realized. Not Atemu. To hell with the ocean of consequences.

   Greedily, Yuugi brought his hands up, balancing on the tips of his toes as he clung to the back of Yami’s neck. He pulled the man downward, demanding to be kissed. There lips clashed, but not too roughly. He slid his lips apart, welcoming Yami’s eager tongue. As the kiss heightened in extremity, the two sets of lips tore apart as Yuugi toppled back, grasping the table to keep from falling over. He panted softly. He glanced up at Yami dazedly. A devilish grin had sewn itself on those handsome lips.

   “Yuugi,” Yami exhaled, pushing forward. He found himself in a tight bear hug.

   “You’re right,” said Yuugi, brushing his hands over Yami’s smooth, strong back. It was one of his most favorite features the other possessed. “I don’t want Atemu at all. I don’t. I want you, Yami.”

   Gently, Yami lifted Yuugi’s chin. His thumb caressed the tiny cleft. There was no turning back now. The start of their first kiss had them risking capture, but Yuugi’s beauty was all he cared about. Now, he no longer cared whether the Lord found them out. All he wanted was satisfaction, and to please his only friend. “Yuugi.”

   With the speed of a cheetah, Yami embraced Yuugi, ravaging him with an explosive kiss. His unexpected swiftness caused Yuugi to squeal and wiggle between his strong arms. He hardly noticed, feeling his groin hot with lust now that its yearning agreed to secretive coition. Reaching his hands behind, he grasped Yuugi’s firm, petite buttocks, lifting him enough to be carried over to the inviting bed. Effortlessly, he slid Yuugi from his grip, laying the shorter Pale Face upon the soft mattress. Scooping up the wool sheets, he tossed them to the floor, knowing they’d only get in his way. All the while, he knew Yuugi was watching him nervously.

   Promptly, he ran his hands over Yuugi’s bony shoulders, caressing the weak collarbones before easing his hands to feel down that pale, beautiful chest. While further exploring, he soon straddled the rim of the smooth nightwear and dismayingly stopped.

   Yuugi had been carried to bed, and sensually touched. His breathing had deepened, him aware of what was to come, and naughtily wanting it. His body screamed for the ache to be taken care of while his mind argued that it was taboo. He pushed to agree with his body, but he was not expecting Yami to halt. Turning his head, he saw gentleness in those crimson eyes. “What is it?”

   “Tell me now if you truly want this before I go any further.” Yami spoke calmly, rattling Yuugi. “I do not want to cause you any discomfort.”

   For answer, Yuugi joined hands with Yami, urging him to continue. He knew what this meant. He would be having an affair, he would be sleeping with another behind Atemu’s back. But it was Yami, whom he admired greatly. It was a man he could not get his mind off of, and he didn’t think that one night of passion could hurt.

   Yami was relieved. With no other interruptions to be made, he rashly tugged on the material. “Lift up.”

   Yuugi raised his behind, allowing Yami to free him of his single article of modesty, it discarded to the floor. Yami’s animalistic gaze absorbed every curve and blemish, most thrilled by the few dark curls above the barely visible stem hiding between Yuugi’s legs.

   Not regarding how dark Yuugi’s cheeks flushed, Yami pushed the lovely into the bed. He pressed their bodies together, happily trailing Yuugi with kiss after amorous kiss as his hands slid up and down, leaving not a single spot of skin untouched. Shortly, he replaced his prevailing fingers with the wet of his lips. He trailed his tongue against the soft, salty skin. As Yuugi’s flimsy whimpers filled his ears, Yami helped himself to a small pink nipple, flicking the bud with his tongue.

   “Ah!” Yuugi brought his hands to Yami’s shoulders, soaking in every kiss and touch. He never fantasized giving himself away like this. Then again, he had the same thought when he gave his body to Atemu. But this -- this was far different, and he was anxious to feel more, and learn more. Without him realizing, his legs spread on their own the second Yami’s ravishing tongue entertained his nipple. “Ooh.”

   “Shush,” Yami cooed at him. “Try not to be so loud, Yuugi. We wouldn’t want Atemu finding out, now would we?”

   Yami moved his mouth over to the other nipple, giving it as much pleasure as the first. Yuugi was putty in his hands, and he liked that. Smirking, he figured it was time to focus on what he anxiously longed to please. Browsing upward, he saw that Yuugi was well-relaxed, his eyes shut and mouth ajar. The boy was oblivious to what was coming. Holding back a chuckle, Yami urged his caresses down, catching Yuugi’s attention. The second his lips met with those curly hairs, he could feel a shift beneath him. He knew that Yuugi’s legs had squeezed shut, pulling a reflex. Arching a brow, he gave the shorter man a sly grin. “Yuugi.”

   “Sorry,” Yuugi whimpered. He tried reopening his legs, finding the act to be a bit difficult. “They’re stuck.”

   Laughing lightly, Yami grabbed Yuugi’s knees to help pry open those trembling legs. They shortly surrendered. “Please try to relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

   Shakily, Yuugi peered down at his own self. “What are you going to do?” He blushed, hating himself for how greatly amateurish he sounded, but he saw that Yami did not mind.

   “I’m going to please you greatly.”

   Lowering to the floor at the bed’s foot, Yami memorized the bare excellence before him. He now saw the tender beauty beneath the dark hair. “There now, why were you hiding this fantastic body from me?” Fantastic, indeed! Yuugi was immensely cute with a short, easy-to-please groin laying still, waiting to be amused. “You’re perfect.”

   “Don’t say that.”

   “Why not?” He grew a sly grin, causing Yuugi’s blush to darken.

   “Because it’s embarrassing.”

   Yami centered his intention on the limp piece of delicateness. A bit agitated that he had not caused any sign of rise, Yami knew he’d have to fix that. Not bothering to cup the sensitive skin with his hand, he drove his head forward, diving right in with his mouth. With one slide of his tongue up that tender skin, he apprehended the red tip, and engulfed Yuugi wholly.

   An explosion of pleasure overfilled Yuugi, enveloping over him from the brim of his cock. With bulged eyes, he released a startled gasp. Yami had taken him. He was in Yami’s mouth. And it felt damn good.

   Hot, sticky warmth seduced him, giving him an incredible vibration never once had he experienced before. Not with Atemu, not on his own. Bringing his hands down, he grasped the back of Yami’s head, entwining his fingers in the similar black and magenta hairs. Though it seemed he was weakening, at risk of pushing Yami away, Yuugi found himself longing for the exact opposite. He automatically pulled Yami closer, relishing the incredible lust.

   With the heat of his muscles expanding, Yuugi knew his body was becoming desperate for release. Sadly, as his hips readied to thrust, the welcomed warmth that was Yami’s mouth left him. A disappointed sigh escaped Yuugi. He nearly glared at Yami, demanding with panty breaths why the taller peach had withdrawn.

   Yuugi was mistaken. Though his cock settled back into place, he saw Yami was merely preparing for the next big step.

   It was a struggle for Yami to work the other slowly. His loins burned with rage, challenging him to overcome to his demonic side, and ravish Yuugi savagely. Though the act was tempting, Yami knew that patience would reward him with the greatest his little flower could offer.

   Effortlessly, he guided Yuugi’s legs to press together. He imprinted his fingers against the curvy thighs, grinning as he forced the legs upward. Yuugi yelped, the movement startling. His eyes were unable to see that Yami was fervidly admiring his backside. Yami took no time in plunging his mouth against that feeble entrance, preparing Yuugi for what was to come. Yuugi was not expecting that.

   “Yami,” he shrieked, trying to slide back like a slug on the mattress. “What are you doing?’

   “Well,” Yami grinned, tugging Yuugi closer. “I am trying to please your beautiful hole.”

   Blushing, Yuugi muttered, “But it’s dirty.”

   “Yuugi, you are not dirty,” Yami concurred, licking his lips. “You’re divine. Now, let me do this.”

   “You don’t have any oil? Atemu uses oil.”

   Sighing, Yami couldn’t help but shake his head. Yuugi’s adorableness was growing ever faster, alluring him even more. “No. I do not have any oil, and I do not need it. Please try to relax.”

   Obeying, Yuugi quickly turned his head to one side, feeling his bottom rise high once more. It met with the cold air. His cheeks burned, his skin trembled. After not long, he could feel Yami’s tongue licking itself over his entrance. He finally relaxed, surprised by how amazing it was, and he unknowingly smiled. The lukewarm, rough tongue circling his behind was pleasant. He curled his toes, rose his feet higher, further encouraging his body for Yami’s access. It wasn’t until a different something pressed against him that caused Yuugi to stiffen.

   A finger prodded his entrance. “Yami…”

   “Relax,” came Yami’s soothing reply.

   Struggling to do just that, Yuugi obtained no final warning as Yami slowly inserted the finger. Quite surprised, Yuugi found himself clamping the finger in place. He gasped softly, wiggling in desperation, trying hard to get used to the slightly painful sensation. He was more used to having lubrication from the oil mixture Atemu introduced him too. The oil made his skin slick. But this… It hurt as he tried best not to quench his muscles, them uncomfortable with the finger, wanting it out. But Yami would have none of that. He steadied Yuugi by placing his free hand on that precious stomach.

   “Yuugi, you must relax.”

   “I’m trying,” Yuugi said breathlessly.

   It took Yuugi some minutes, but shortly he noticed a change within. The pain was evaporating, becoming pleasure. A very unique, thrilling pleasure. When Yami saw Yuugi’s face aglow again, a second finger joined the first, a third soon following. He spread Yuugi like a blossoming bud, gratified in knowing that Yuugi was well ready for him.

   “I can’t take it.” Yami removed his fingers, and stood. His eyes burned with lust, and he eagerly removed his own shenti, tossing it aside. “I want to make love to you.”

   Upon lowering his legs, Yuugi gaped in awe at Yami’s masculine nakedness. Seven inches of pulsation hungered for him, throbbing upward. The sight brought dryness to Yuugi’s parted lips, and all he could manage was a short to the point nod.

   Yuugi pushed his cheek into the ruby soft pillow he cuddled. Yami had made up a bed using the pillows on the floor, compelling Yuugi on hands and knees. Yuugi lifted his hips upward, awaiting Yami’s magnificence to take him, and please him. Gently Yami rubbed that cherry rump, then positioned himself. Without struggle, he eased himself, inch by incredible inch, until both bodies joined together.

   The fit was perfection. Instantly, Yami rocked in a rhythmic motion. Yuugi whimpered beneath him, lifting his hips to meet with each sensational thrust. He never imagined how good it’d feel having Yami inside him, making love to him artistically. Though some pressure made him writhe in pain, Yami’s driven flesh burned him with unbelievable ecstasy. Every skillful stroke increased wave after wave of jarring pleasure. Swiftly the pain lifted, and Yuugi trembled, giving off little gasps.

   A pressure leaned over him. Yami had wrapped around his waist, pulling him close. Kisses to his neck were received, nibbling and licking, further enticing Yuugi. He was hot and moist and happy.

   Short of breath, Yuugi soon felt Yami slide from him as his body was turned. Laying on his back, he dazedly smiled up at Yami, gladly draping his arms around the man’s neck as Yami pressed up against him, penetrating him once more. Yuugi loved this position. His aching knees had gone red from scratching along the floor before. This way he had easy balance, and was able to gaze into those crimson, luscious eyes he very much adored. Powerfully, Yami sunk into him as a kiss on the lips was accepted. Yami plunged his tongue into Yuugi’s mouth, proudly exploring the two separate crevices.

   During the kiss, Yuugi wiggled and arched, sliding until only neck and head greeted the pillow beneath him. His movement caused his hips to rise, and caused Yami’s hot masculinity to plummet deeply, reaching a secret spot which writhed Yuugi with uncontrollable ecstasy. He pulled back from the kiss, squealing lowly. He sucked in a quick breath, but this was a mistake. His inner walls tightened, forcing him to shudder immensely, and breath out.

   Yami saw the quickening lust which filled Yuugi to the brim. He crept a free hand to clasp and stroke Yuugi’s swollen rod. He worsened the shorter Pale Face’s buildup purposely, grinning beneath his panting exterior. Come for me, my adorable slut.

   Yuugi was shaking like mad, his climax nearing. His glistened cheeks flushed red, his eyes furrowed, and his parted lips shook. He was lost in Yami’s control, and brought his hips up, wanting more. There was no doubt by his great puzzlement when Yami’s hand betrayed his member. He murmured unhappily, writhing at the loss, only to be puzzled by a raid of sharpened thrusts.

   They were all it took.

   He succumbed to an explosion of pleasure. Bit by bit Yuugi’s seed flooded from his throbbing, untouched sex, drizzling his stomach. And all the while, Yami continued to pound his prostate, doubling the pleasure. It had been the longest, greatest release of his life. Even as it reached its end, Yuugi was left in a dream of uncontrollable shudders, gasping and moaning. His face was redder than the sun’s.

   Good. Yami smirked within. Good.

   Pleased by the glorious sight, Yami sped up his thrusts until the pulsating closeness of his own release. He pulled from Yuugi, and stroked himself hard. A groan hitched in his throat as he spilled over Yuugi’s stomach, mixing their seed. He shuddered, hiding his own pleasure well while examining the shorter male’s blissful pink face. Slowly, he brought his head down to free Yuugi of the sticky mess. Lapping up every last drop, Yami crawled over Yuugi, anxious to share the result of their love-making. And Yuugi, who completely understood, greedily opened his mouth wide, and stuck out his tongue. The salty-sweet mix poured into his mouth. He moaned happily. Yami shared the savory taste by kissing him. Yuugi gagged a little, forced to swallow, but he did not mind. Eagerly, he brought his hands over Yami, rubbing along that firm, beautiful back.

   The night was growing old, but even so Yuugi did not want to say goodbye. He wanted to hold Yami forever, to kiss and snuggle him and never let go.

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   A joyous smile claimed Yuugi’s lips, not having left since the last second of his wondrous night. He lay beneath his wool sheets with his handsome guest, cleaned, and sleepy. He knew he had committed a sin. He also knew that he didn’t give a damn. It had been the greatest night of his life, and the aftermath would live on as everlasting in his elated mind.

   He gleamed up at Yami. Snuggling into the man’s desirable warmth, a sigh left him, it filled with delight. “I’m so happy.”

   Deeply jubilant himself, Yami ran his hand along Yuugi’s shoulder. “Me too.”

   “It was fun,” giggled Yuugi, “I never thought I could feel so happy. I -- I wish you didn’t have to go.”

   Yami directed his attention on the darkness cascading from the open window. A buoyant breeze had the drapes fluttering like butterfly wings. A hint of moonlight poured in through the center. The entire room was filled with a romantic tone. At least, Yami thought so. He could not help but pull Yuugi closer.

   “I’m going to have to go,” he shortly whispered.

   “Please don’t.”

   Slowly, Yami gazed into those sad amethyst orbs. He reached his fingertips to the golden, dangling bangs to brush and bond with the center curl. It fell right back into place. “Morning will come soon, and you know what will happen if I stay.”

   “What about taking chances?” Yuugi pouted. “You snuck here with me, and we…”

   “We had the greatest chance of a lifetime, and we can have it again and again.” He cupped Yuugi’s chin. “Whenever you desire, with every night we’ll share, you can count on me.” Yami was shocked after hearing his own voice. He had not expected it, not in the least. Suddenly, he did not feel so well with what his mind’s been saying about the lovely young man cuddled in his grasp. Sighing, Yami went to push back his covers. “I suppose I better…” He could say nothing more as he felt a softness hit his head and shoulder. Gaping, he turned to find a pillow in Yuugi’s arms. The shorter man was smiling slyly. “Did you just hit me with a pillow?”

   Giggling, Yuugi did so again.

   “Yuugi.” Yami grabbed for it. “Come on, you know I have to go.” But a third hit followed. Growling lowly, Yami took hold of another pillow, and raged war on his little lover. Quiet squeaks and laughs echoed as Yami victoriously pinned Yuugi to the bed, hovering over him.

   “I give up,” Yuugi laughed, gasping, for Yami roughly kissed him. He welcomed it, he the true victor. Feeling along that strong back with his hands, he did not fear the night’s approaching end.

--

   Atemu arose that morning without dread. Salihah was gone, but his precious Yuugi he still had, who was fast asleep across the hall. Atemu dreamt of Yuugi that previous night, of shredding Yuugi of those troublesome clothes, and trapping the adorable servant between the mattress of his king bed and his fine body. Their hips grinded in sync, Atemu penetrating Yuugi deep and hard while the little servant succumbed to every pleasure-filled pound, screaming out lustful gasps, begging for Atemu to love him harder, faster, greater.

   The dream had been splendid, and so Atemu rose to dress without worry. He had slipped into a maroon linen robe that fell to his knees. He finished it off by tying to his waist an emerald green sash. He slipped into his worn-out, same-old padded shoes before fixing to put in his favorite golden earrings. He sat at his mirror to fix up his face and hair. He applied fine kohl under his eyes, lined his eyelashes with obsidian black, and scented his skin with his favorite cinnamon fragrance. Today was a new day, and he planned to spend the majority of it with his favorite person.

   Smiling in his mirror, he almost didn’t hear three loud knocks. Blinking, he spun on his stool to look at the door. “Come in!”

   He prayed it would be Yuugi, fair and refreshed, but it was, instead, Seth. The Lord of Intellect wore an uncomfortable frown. He closed the door behind him, sealing the latch before hesitatingly stepping up to his Lord.

   “Seth,” Atemu smiled. “You are here at an interesting time.” Atemu knew that familiar look of distress. His fine friend was overwhelmingly troubled. He got to his feet. “What is it?”

   “This is not easy for me to say,” Seth said bitterly. “I’ve been disgracing you behind your back by spying on your tiny interest, and though I regret saying it, I am damned glad that I have been. My Lord, forgive me, but… Well, there is something about him you must know.”

   Puzzled, Atemu quietly shrunk back, bearing the bad news his healer dispensed.

--

   Brilliant light filtered Yuugi’s bedroom, indicating it was morning. Yawning, Yuugi heartily welcomed it as he tiredly stretched. His muscles felt amazing, as did his entire body. A tingling remembrance of the previous night made him blush mad. He could hardly believe that Yami had shared his bed, that he had willfully given his self to the extraordinary man who became more to him than just some friend. He would never forget the night, but currently he had to get out of bed, dress, and greet Lord Atemu. That he was not looking forward to as much.

   Yawning once more, Yuugi tried sitting up, but he felt himself pinned to the bed. Though sore physically, it was not that which made Yuugi panic. Glancing down, he found a third arm draped over his stomach. Behind him, he could feel movement of another, and straight away recognized a beautifully deep groan. He swiftly straightened, shocked to find Yami’s sparkling wide crimsons smirking up at him. “Yami?”

   “Morning.” Yami’s voice was calm as pond water.

   “What are you doing here?” Yuugi asked. He quickly pushed back the covers. He and Yami were still naked. Yuugi tried best to advert his flushed face from his lover’s limp manhood.

   “I accidentally fell asleep.”

   “You shouldn’t be here.” Yuugi hopped out of bed to fetch the two stranded linen shentis. He tossed Yami’s own to the bed, and hurried to pull his own on. “Atemu will be here any minute to get me for our morning meal. If he sees you, if…!” This could not be happening. He could not lose Yami! Not like this. “You need to hide. You need to hide away until I can get him away. I think you can fit under my bed. Hurry.”

   Yami pulled up his kilt, and crawled over the bed. He grasped Yuugi’s arm, forcing the yelping other onto the bed, and into his strong arms. He was ready and willing to calm Yuugi. “Easy. Easy.”

   Taking a deep breath, Yuugi stared up at Yami sadly. “I don’t want to lose you.”

   Yami shook his head. “You won’t.”

   “Oh, Yami…”

   Delirious to the situation, Yuugi arched his head, longing to be kissed by Yami. He pushed against his knees, feeling the other’s desirable breath flow over his anxious lips. When he thought that a kiss would be given, he drew back in a gasp as he heard what he feared most. The door to his privacy opened wide, and in walked Atemu.

   The unsettling silence made Yuugi ill. He was glued to Atemu, afraid for Yami’s safety. Atemu’s eyes were on Yami, him postured like a bull prepared to charge.

   Yuugi bravely found his voice. “Atemu… I can explain.”

   The Lord shifted. He closed the door, trapping himself with the other two inside. His eyes never removed from Yami’s surprisingly quiescent expression. So, what his intelligent cousin spilled had been true. He did not want to believe it when Seth told him of Yami and Yuugi’s questionable meetings, of the hand-holding, and of a glimpse of a kiss Seth so happened to catch a night ago, but ached to share. Then, just last night, Seth worked late, but heard footsteps, and caught the two hurrying hand-in hand through the dark, with a lantern held high, headed for Lord Atemu’s private chambers.

   Insulted. Atemu was insulted and humiliated. He swore Yuugi would never betray him like this. The damned slave called Yami was there, resting atop his courtesan’s bed, wearing a single nightwear, and daring to give him a godly-like glare. The Lord was almost stunned, but he stepped forward to show it was he who should be answered.

   “Who the hell do you think you are?” he asked, outraged.

   “Atemu, let me explain,” said Yuugi, protecting the man, to Atemu’s confusion.

   “Silence!” Atemu’s shout echoed loudly, making Yuugi shrink back in shock. But Atemu took zero notice. He wanted to hear from the motherfucker. “Answer me.”

   “That answer is simple,” said Yami without hassle. “I am a Pale Face who, for these last few weeks, has been tutoring this lovely young man.” He nodded at Yuugi.

   Angrily, Atemu marched forward, eager to murder the man for his foulness. “You…! I should kill you for this!” He was surprised when he felt something gentle squeeze his wrist. Yuugi became Yami’s shield, deliberately blaming himself for everything that had happened.

   “Please,” Yuugi trembled. “It’s not Yami’s fault. I’m the one that persisted on seeing him, and I kept going back. I wanted to learn to read! And I invited him to my room. Please don’t punish him! Just let him go…”

   “Shut up!” Atemu snatched his hand away, offended. “You dare talk like that to me! I should’ve punished you long ago! I shall deal with you later!”

   There was a carnivorous darkness building up inside of the Lord. The promised swore took Yuugi by storm, and he cautiously stepped back, afraid. He bowed his head, trying to find something, anything to say.

   “Don’t yell at him.”

   Yuugi and Atemu stood baffled by the strictness in Yami’s tone.

   “What did you just say?” Atemu questioned, startled.

   “He is not at fault.” Yami tried hovering to the Lord’s height, keeping firm. “Punish me, if you will, but lay a hand on Yuugi, and I swear you’ll pay. Yes, Lord Atemu, I made love with Yuugi last night. I shared his bed. I gave to him what you never will. And I know that you’ll never understand why.”

   The Lord felt as if he was being strangled to death. He forced his neck to crank in Yuugi’s direction. “Is it true? Did you share your bed with him?”

   Yuugi replied with a shaky, “Yes.”

   Eyes widened, Atemu strained from kneeling over in agony. “Why?” His voice was weak, ghastly. “Why? How could you do this to me? After I gave you everything. After I gave you a roof to live under, a bed of your own, and clothes fitted for a prince. After I took you into my arms, and made you mine. How could you betray me like this? How!”

   Darting forward, Yuugi hugged his Lord’s arm. “Please, Atemu? Please forgive me? I did not mean to hurt you at all, I promise. Please.”

   “Get off!” In a terrifying instant, Atemu shoved Yuugi back, making the young one fall onto the bed. He had caused his servant to cry out. He regrettably cursed. “Yuugi, I…” But he did not expect to find an enraged fist collapsing with his face.

   Yami had punched the Lord. Before Yuugi could even blink, the two doubles were battling for his safety, throwing punches left and right. Crying loudly, Yuugi staggered to his knees, begging for them to stop. “Yami, no! Atemu!”

   The two’s battle caused Yami to bruise, but his Lord never did. Their rage flooded the room, and Yuugi gasped sharply when Yami was thrown upon the table, completely destroying the many completed puzzles. The unbalanced table toppled over. Puzzle pieces soared, images mixed, and Yuugi’s magnificent test with his perfect score ripped in half.

   Yuugi could not take anymore. Waterfalls of tears gushed out of him. He managed to stand to his feet. “Stop it! Stop!”

   There was a sudden flash of light. The two men halted their fight, both equally distraught by an intense scream bellowing from the pit of Yuugi’s stomach. Atemu spun around, watching in awe as the skin at Yuugi’s heart began to crawl with a mind of its own.

   Yami scrambled to Yuugi’s side, ignoring the pain in his face from getting beaten. “Yuugi! Yuugi, what’s wrong?”

   “It hurts,” Yuugi cried, shaking his head. “Something… Please stop…”

   An anonymous something gradually came out of Yuugi’s skin. Golden and pointed, its true identity was soon captured as it fell to the floor. The bottom of it shattered, spilling into many connectable pieces just as the flash disappeared.

   Panting heavily, Yuugi collapsed before the golden familiarity. He trembled silently, bewildered by the odd burning. He focused his eyes on the very item he had long ago found buried beneath the banks of the river. The golden pyramid he thought had been lost. He hardly noticed Yami’s arms wrapping over him as Lord Atemu proceeded closer to the mesmerizing scene.

   “No. It couldn’t be.” Atemu shook his head. He knelt before Yuugi and Yami, never taking his eyes away from the very item he’d been searching for. “The Sennen Puzzle.”

   Yuugi quickly peered up at Atemu, doing best to steady his shock when his Lord said to him, “You…? You’re my savior?”
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The Pale Savior