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Mistaken Assumptions	By : tavia454 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 17844 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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As promised, now that the holidays are over. (wipes brow) and we've
made it through another year without the sight of reds and blues ^^;
here's the next chapter of MA.

Thank you to
Renaiya88027 for being such an awesome beta and helping put this
chapter together – a lot of what Yugi says is her brainchild!
And thank you to Natoya for looking it over and her suggestions!

There is a song at
the end of the chapter that was very important in the forming of this
scene if you want to check it out. Hope everyone had a good holiday
season and that this new year is filled with more happiness than
sorrow! The contest is still on for the 500^th reviewer on
Fanfic. Good luck and thanks for reading/reviewing!

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Yugi
fiddled idly with the reed that he had been using to affix his
signature to the paperwork before him, thoughts concerning his new
Egyptian slave
running
repeatedly through his head, refusing to let him be, even with
everything else currently crowding his mind. Several days had passed
by with barely a word spoken between the two of them – and
yet somehow they always ended up facing the early rays of Re
together, curled up next to each other on the large, comfortable bed.

It was a most foreign feeling,
opening his eyes to the early morning light, only to find himself
snuggled up close, safe in his captor's warm embrace, the arrogant
Egyptian monarch's presence an annoying – and yet slightly
comforting – consistency despite their untenable situation.

A wary sort of armed truce had
settled over them from that first day of confrontation, each side
unwilling to attempt a breach of the invisible barrier that had
sprung up between them, and it seemed to Yugi as though their time
together was nothing more than a farce. But for that first few
moments, during the bleary haze that existed between the land of
dreams and the waking world, Yugi would almost hold out hope that his
world had righted itself and they had found their way back to each
other.

But, even after waking thusly,
he would eventually come to realize – as he shook off the
fuzziness of his semi-coherent thoughts – that the barrier
still existed, that their troubles had not vanished as he had so
ofttimes wished for them to do.

Amethyst eyes teared up
slightly, and Yugi tried to shove the thoughts away only to fail as
they ricocheted right back around again, this time focusing on the
heavy tension that seemed to settle on the air whenever the two of
them found themselves in the same room at the same time. There were
so many instances where one or the other of them would open their
mouth in an attempt to say something, only to think better of it and
walk away.

Why
does it have to be this way?
He thought miserably. Why did it seem as though every time he opened
his mouth around his former lover he always ended up saying something
he didn't mean? But it wasn't as if he could just give in to the
Pharaoh's designs, he had done that once before, only for the man to
turn on him without even the slightest provocation. Just like his
father...just like everyone else.

Yugi
lowered his eyes, defeated. Oh gods, what he wouldn't give for things
to go back to the way they were before...before what? What had
happened between them? Did
I do something wrong? Again? It had to be my fault, right...?

Frustrated with the way his
harried thoughts seemed to circle back around to that fateful day
like vultures hovering over their mortally wounded prey, Yugi turned
his solemn gaze to the window, oblivious to the piles of paperwork
that lay scattered on the desk between himself, Ryou, Jou and Malik.

Someone
help me...please...he
pleaded mentally, wondering momentarily just to whom, or what, it was
he was praying, and what he was praying for – his country, or
his own selfish needs? They both needed it – overwhelmingly
so.

The meeting with the nobles had
gone just as he had expected, and their many demands had taken a toll
on what little free time he, and the others, had. The demands of one
noble in particular. But they needed to compromise in order for the
country to run without the help of the Egyptians, so once again the
group found themselves pouring over paperwork, searching for ways to
appease not only those nobles but the many working people that made
up the majority of their country's populace. Not that they were
getting anywhere with the endeavor.

Jou
smothered another wide yawn from the seat beside him, the second one
in as many minutes, casting a weary eye at the darkening sky outside.
It was getting late, and they were getting nowhere. Again.
“Yugi...Yugi...hey
Yugi?!”

“Huh?”
Yugi's head snapped around to give him a sheepish look. “Sorry
Jou...got distracted for a minute. What do you need?”

Jou gave a sigh. “I was
just wondering if you wanted to continue – ”

Just then the doors opened to
admit another of their members, this one with a rather large,
extended stomach despite the slenderness of her figure. “I
kinda figured you guys would still be here.” Anzu groaned as
she kicked the door shut behind her. Waddling into the room balancing
a tray of meats and cheeses in one hand and holding a pitcher of beer
in the other, she admonished her friends with a roll of her eyes.
“You all really need to rest every once in a while. You work
too hard.”

Ryou glanced up at her with a
long, drawn out yawn, as Jou scrubbed at his face tiredly.

“There's
too much to do right now to get this country up and running on its
own.” Yugi replied with a sigh, turning his face back to the
paperwork that looked as though it had doubled in size since they had
first sat down to work through it.

Anzu gave an unladylike snort
as she set her burden down on the table, rubbing at her pregnant
stomach with a groan. “Yeah, well, maybe you ought to make use
of what the gods have presented you with.” She responded,
jerking a thumb over her shoulder at the four rather bored-looking,
yet entirely too silent Egyptians lounging sullenly in the corner of
the chamber. “For gods' sakes Yugi, they ought to be worth more
than just giving those in the palace something to gossip over.”

Yugi's head shot up and he
glanced at her warily. “What do you mean, Anzu?”

She
shifted her weight from one leg to the other, uncomfortable with his
sudden scrutiny. “Well...they're still trying to figure out who
he
is, for one. Rumor has it that he's the Pharaoh, which is true...but
still, I thought you didn't want anyone knowing that...I mean it's
not common thinking right now, cause most people are still under the
impression that he's a gift from a foreign land, but apparently one
of the palace guards is of Egyptian blood and he almost freaked when
he saw him wandering the gardens alone. Veiled or not, he's causing
all sorts of conjecture.”

Her words caught the attention
of the entire chamber, and even the Egyptians made their way over to
be a part of the conversation, their expressions concerned –
Atemu's especially since he had earlier argued against wearing the
accursed veil while confined in the chamber with those who already
knew his identity.

The Pharaoh ground his teeth,
eyes flicking towards Yugi regretfully. This was not supposed to
happen. No one was meant to recognize any of them. Atemu cursed his
easily identifiable features with a vengeance, knowing full well that
his eyes were very distinctive in terms of color as well as shape,
and that all it took was for one person to look past the veil for him
to be recognized.

“Oh
shit.” Jou swore virulently, Ryou mimicking his words in a
softer tone – his head in his hands.

Yugi only dropped his head onto
the desk, slamming it against the papers twice for good measure. And
then he turned an evil eye on the one responsible for this newest
upset, his hands fisted in his hair. “You! Arg...I swear...can
you not see how much of a disturbance your presence has created? Why
can't you...just go away?!”

And
then he buried his head in his hands, the need to cry almost
overwhelming. Oh
gods...did I just...? What is wrong with me? Someone help
me...please...

“I
am sorry, little one. I...if you would only hear me out...”
Atemu replied in a soft voice, his arms folded over his chest as he
averted his gaze from his young lover's upset. “This is all I
ask of you before I...” He trailed off into silence, uncertain
of what he had meant to say.

“It
told you not to call...! Just...just forget it...” Frustrated
at himself, as well as his former lover, and not in the mood to hear
whatever the Pharaoh had to say on any subject, Yugi turned his head,
signaling an end to the conversation, leaning over to Ryou to ask his
opinion on the plan to extend a measure of credit to certain nobles
in exchange for their allegiance. I
don't care what he has to say I just want him to...to
leave...please...

Anzu merely sighed when none of
her friends seemed to about pay heed to her earlier suggestion. It
was past the time for subtlety. “Hey, look guys, it's well past
the dinner hour and I think you need to call it a night. You keep
working yourselves to death and there'll be no one here to govern
this country.”

But all that comment gained was
four wide-eyed looks and a couple of yawns. Shaking her head sadly,
Anzu waddled uncomfortably back towards the exit. Well, at least she
could tell Honda she had tried. Her new husband was nearly as worried
as she was. As she approached the doors, Marik bowed low before her,
coming to her aid by opening the door.

“My
lady.”

She gave the blonde a tremulous
smile as she made her way out of the room, shaking her head again at
the stubbornness of her friends.

The Hyksos court worked
diligently for the next couple of moments, the only sounds in the
chamber that of shuffling papyrus, as documents were shifted around
the table. Atemu gave a sidelong glance over at Seto to find that his
high priest was nearly asleep on his feet, briefly noting that the
same held true for Bakura and Marik. This could not go on for much
longer, everyone was exhausted.

He could only imagine how
drained his little one was at the moment. The younger royal was
always fighting sleep each night until he was completely spent and
could not escape the call of his dreams. And even then he would toss
and turn in the massive bed, fidgeting as he searched for a
comfortable position. It was to the point where the boy wouldn't rest
peacefully until Atemu's arms were wrapped around him.

And then the younger royal
would scramble quickly out of bed once Re's light filtered into the
room, only to do it all over again, working himself into that same
exhausted state every day. The frustrated Egyptian monarch glanced
over at his defiant consort. Well, if the little one would not put an
end to it then he would.

“Litt
– your Highness...” Atemu cleared his throat when Yugi's
haggard gaze shot towards him in irritation. “'Tis time for you
to rest. This can keep for a couple of hours. Everyone is exhausted;
you need to call it a night.”

The group at the table
collectively sat back in their chairs, waiting to see their
sovereign's reaction to that bit of advice. Jou yawned once, hiding
it behind his hand when Yugi's gaze happened to wander in his
direction. The young Hyksos monarch's attention stayed with the
blonde for a moment longer before he was satisfied that the other was
just as committed to finishing their work as he was, and without a
word he turned his attention back to the papyrus held in his hand.

After
being thoroughly ignored Atemu stalked towards the stubborn Hyksos
royal, fully prepared to take matters into his own hands. “I do
believe it is time to retire for the night, your
Highness.”
He stressed the title, staring down into Yugi's shadowed eyes.

But once again Yugi only waved
him off, too caught up in doing whatever he had to do in order to
avoid going back to his chambers, for reasons that were completely
obvious to everyone in the room, but that no one dared to speak
aloud.

After a few more moments of
being totally ignored Atemu proceeded to drag the stubborn young
royal from his chair, despite his protests, and toss him over his
shoulder, bidding a curt good night to the others in the room as they
stared after him with their mouths open. He, then, carted a fuming
Yugi from the chamber, ignoring the small fists pounding on his still
tender back.

He refused to let his consort
work himself into his grave. If the boy didn't have enough sense to
know when to rest then it was up to him to make certain that he
realized it.

The irate Egyptian monarch
carried his slight burden through the halls and into the chamber that
they now shared, depositing him none-too-gently on the bed. “That
is enough of that, little one. I refuse to watch you push yourself
beyond the limits of your body's capabilities. I care not if you
listen to me, but you do need to listen to yourself.”

Yugi had scrambled from the bed
the moment his captor withdrew his hands, skirting his powerful
tormentor with a silent glare as he took up his nightly position
beside the window, gazing up at the stars despondently. His thoughts
scattered in the wake of this newest insult before coming right back
around to pick at the questions of before. What had happened to them?

Tears of self loathing filled
his eyes and he wiped them away, keeping them hidden from the keen
scarlet gaze of his servant/spouse. Why was his life always out of
his control? All it would take was a couple of kind words from his
former lover and he wouldn't be able to resist the pull that was
Atemu. He knew this, most likely the Pharaoh knew it as well. But he
couldn't. He'd never forgive himself if he were to do that.

Oh
gods...I am so weak against him...

Why couldn't his life be
simple? He had never asked for a life of riches, a life of luxury,
such as he now had. All he had ever wanted was for someone to care
for him – with all of his flaws, all of his shortcomings. Why
was that so hard to achieve? His whole life was in shambles, and he
couldn't think of a single way out. He was now bound to this man, the
most powerful person on the earth, quite possibly for the rest of
eternity.

What
do I do now...? He
asked his question of the stars.

Atemu studied his smaller
lover's defeated profile from the shadows of the chamber. The little
one held himself so rigid, so completely motionless, that it broke
his heart to know that he was the cause of his anguish. And he could
think of nothing to say in his defense. He had repeatedly berated
himself for his lapse in reason, for his drunken blunders, but
nothing could change the past.

If only he would have asked,
instead of assuming. But he hadn't, and now they had come to this
impasse. He could not overcome the shield that his little one had
built up in the wake of his violent mistakes.

Without thinking of the
consequences Atemu stepped up behind his smaller lover's trembling
form, so close that he could practically hear the fierce pounding of
the boy's heart in his chest, his downcast scarlet gaze full of
regret and sorrow for all the suffering that he had caused his only
love, this beautiful boy he had betrayed so thoughtlessly.

He was so close...so close. A
hesitant hand came up, froze, and then lowered itself to his side
again, as Atemu averted his eyes. He would not touch the little one
in such an intimate fashion. He had no right, not after what he had
done. He was unworthy of such a beautiful, trusting being.

Yugi,
oblivious to the act, even though he could feel the warmth of his
captor's breath upon his ear, cast his eyes skyward, searching for
the reason that his heart still hammered in his chest every time the
exotic Egyptian royal so much as glanced his way.
Someone...please...help
me...

The trembling Hyksos king
closed his eyes, the silent plea ringing forcefully through his mind.
And then amethyst eyes snapped open wide as he realized to whom it
was he had been praying all this time. It wasn't his gods that held
his hope for the future, it was his husband, this man standing so
silently behind him, offering him solace and comfort if he only had
the courage to accept it.

Nothing like his father at all,
who never would have offered such a thing, nor his grandfather who
tried to protect him from everything whether he needed it or not. No,
what his lover was offering was his support, the chance to have
someone beside him through life's inevitable trials, to help
compensate for his own weaknesses, and perhaps, in time, to receive
the same from him.

A lone teardrop coursed down
his face as he turned his eyes back to the stars again. “What...what
happened to us...?” He queried softly, his voice quivering in
the shadows of the chamber.

Atemu cringed at the
heartbroken whisper. This was his fault, and he would do whatever it
took to make amends, to heal the hurt he had dealt his beautiful
little lover. Even if the boy could not find it within himself to
forgive him he had to do this. His eyes welled up with tears, the
tears that he had never been able to shed until this one small,
graceful being had entered – and fled – his life.

“I
happened
to us, little one...And I am so sorry for the wrongs that I have done
you...”

Yugi swallowed thickly, forcing
himself not to turn around and launch into his lover's arms. As badly
as he wanted to do just that he still had one more question. One that
had never been answered, one that had haunted his thoughts from the
moment Atemu had entered the chamber with the intentions of
humiliating him and casting him aside. “Why...?”

The quietly spoken word rang
out through the silence of the chamber, and a tear escaped the
confines of Atemu's lashes to roll, unchecked, down his cheek.
“I-I...paid heed to the accusations of a lying jackal...and
assumed that you played me false...'tis no excuse, little one...I do
not have one – ”

Yugi whirled around, his tears
now wholly visible as they trailed down his face. “I would
never have played you false! Who would say that?! Katara?!How could
you believe that of me?!”

The floodgates opened and Atemu
was unable to stop the flow of wetness from his eyes as he
practically begged for his lover to understand even a part of his
reasoning – even though he barely understood it himself. “No!
I would never have listened to that harpy...it was bad enough...his
name was Dartz, little one...someone who has been in your presence
while your father was in power...he swore that he had taken you long
before...before we were together...and I –” The Pharaoh
hung his head, unable to continue.

Yugi stumbled wordlessly away
from Atemu, his hand flying to his mouth as he fought to keep the
bile from rising into his throat. Dartz!! He recognized that name
now, placing it right along with the face of his most hated enemy. It
was that man, his father's favorite commander, the one he had seen
during his time in the Egyptian palace.

The Hyksos royal dropped to his
knees, his arm wrapped protectively around his chest as he doubled
over, wounded eyes staring at Atemu, not judging, but questioning.
Searching for the reason that his illustrious lover had taken the
word of some unknown factor without ever consulting him.

And
the Egyptian monarch couldn't take it, the silent condemnation of his
little one's tearful gaze. The worst part of it was he knew
he
had no excuse. He had believed Dartz's claim that Yugi had been
dishonest when the Hyksos commander himself had been revealed as a
traitor not moments before.

He had allowed his drunken
jealousy to overtake his reason, and refused to give Yugi even the
slightest chance to explain himself. He had allowed his rage to
overcome him and Yugi had suffered – was still suffering for
it. The fault was entirely his own.

Atemu dropped to his knees as
well, catching the smaller royal up as he tried to retreat. For
better or for worse it was time to end this and know if he still
stood a chance with the one and only person who had always accepted
him for who he truly was.

“I
am sorry...gods little one...if I could take back my words...my
actions of that night do you not think that I would do so? I regret
my thirst for the medicine...that first sip of wine that led to the
entire sordid affair...I was so jealous...I lost my...I am so
sorry...I never meant to...I love you...I am sorry...”

Yugi thrashed around in his
embrace, feeling – if it were even possible – even
lower than he had previously. Part of this misunderstanding had been
his fault. He could have stopped the entire affair before it had even
began. He had known of that man's presence in his lover's court, but
due to the unfortunate circumstances of Pegasus's involvement he had
forgotten Dartz completely.

How
could he have forgotten such a disastrous detail? How could he have
forgotten about the man who had tormented him and his friends every
time that he came across them? And the Pharaoh had believed him?!
Had believed someone who was a proven traitor, to Egypt as well as
Hyskos? To the point where he hadn't even tried to confirm whether
the rumor was true. Yugi could have told him the truth in an instant,
if he’d bothered to ask, then none of this would have happened.
But instead, Atemu had...

I
loved him. I trusted him. I told him things I’d never told
anyone. I thought, or perhaps hoped, that he might feel the same
about me, even if only a little. Then again, all those times I
whispered my love to him, I never gave him the chance to reply. He
never actually said
that he trusted me, but he must have trusted me a little to be alone
with me, without his guards in the room, but still...after everything
we shared together, did he truly trust me so little, that his trust
could be lost so easily, at the first false rumors of deception?

Atemu
only held tighter to his smaller lover's trembling form. There was
nothing more he could say, nothing more he could do without causing
further harm to this beautiful being he had all but destroyed. The
words I'm
sorry rolled
off his tongue over and over again as he sought for ways to calm the
struggling youth. It broke his heart to hear his lover's tearful
sobs, his pleas to understand something that had no reason.

Finally, weary of the fighting,
losing himself to the need to feel his lover's arms wrapped around
him, Yugi calmed, his fingers clutching tightly at the vest that the
other was wearing. What was he supposed to say to that? How was he
supposed to react to the notion that his former lover was so paranoid
that he latched on to any excuse to vilify him?

Dartz may have fed this fear,
but who had caused this paranoia in the first place? Who did he have
to thank for that? And why did it matter so much to him in the first
place? Did he still...?

After catching his breath Yugi
murmured tearfully. “I...I loved you...”

Atemu
nearly choked on his regret. “You...loved
me?
As in you...don't anymore...” He turned the younger monarch's
face to his, both of them teary-eyed, and immersed himself in the
pain his little one was feeling. “What about now, little one?
What about today? Can you tell me that you do not feel the same as
you did then?”

Yugi bit his lip, his eyes
shying away from the intensity of the other's tearful scarlet gaze.
“I...don't...know...I don't trust you...anymore...you believed
me to be a liar, even when you had no proof...I still remember what
you did, even if you don’t remember, and...I can’t just
forget.”

Atemu's jaw dropped, another
tear slipping down his cheek and he leaned in to listen as his lover
took in a breath to speak.

Yugi
squeezed his eyes shut and whispered, “You hurt me, held me
down and used my body like my father used that captive girl...I can't
bring myself...to call it rape since I initiated it...but it was
so...You said if I ever used your name again that you would kill me.
You struck me....looked at me with such hate...such disgust...the
very way my father used to. Oh gods...I ran from you just as I used
to run from him...but he never hurt me nearly as much as you have.”

The
smaller monarch gave a tearful hiccup, his grip tightening in the
folds of the vest that Atemu was wearing as he continued his tale.
“And all this time, I’ve been wondering what I
did wrong, trying to
think of anything I could have done to deserve what you did, and I
couldn't find an explanation for your behavior. And now, you tell me
that I’m not to blame; that this is your fault, for not
trusting me. That may be true, the fault may be yours but...the fact
remains: you didn’t
trust me.”

Atemu
gritted his teeth as he heard Yugi’s account of that dreadful
night. He had forgotten some of the details, and listening to Yugi
describe what he’d said, the things he’d made his lover
feel, was almost more than he could bear. But he didn’t
interrupt; he knew he needed to understand, to be accused directly by
the one he’d wronged, to know the full account of his crime and
accept Yugi’s judgment.

“I
understand...” Atemu nodded, swallowing thickly. What if the
little one still held those feelings, the ones of love as well as
those of mistrust? What if they were locked deep behind the words he
couldn't bring himself to say? Did he dare hold on to hope for their
future?

He needed to mend this before
it was too late for the both of them. Somehow. Another tear escaped
the confines of his lashes, and his voice broke as he whispered. “I
still love you, little one...I always have...I did not know how to
say it...how to express the depths of my feelings for you from the
moment you walked into my life. I do not know how to convince you how
deeply I regret what I did to you, and why......and I am sorry for
that as well...it is you who makes me what I am meant to be...and I
am so lost without you...”

Yugi's tear-stained eyes
widened, and he started in Atemu's embrace to glance up at him
uncertainly. “Me? What do I have to do with who you're supposed
to be?”

Atemu chuckled sadly, gently
wiping the moisture from the smaller monarch's tear-drenched face.
“You are the one who makes me a better person. I can do
anything and it is okay. I can smile and you would not take it the
wrong way, nor think me weak. I can be wrong...and up until that
night...know that you would forgive me my mistakes...I have found
that I still retain the ability to cry...obviously...and that even I
need ask forgiveness when I am wrong...you let me be the person I am
supposed to be and not the god that I am known as...you
are...everything I have ever needed...and I love you so much...please
don't...don't forsake me...”

Yugi closed his eyes as more
tears streamed down his face. “I...I don't...”

Atemu pulled the smaller royal
further into his embrace, vowing then and there to never, ever let
anything come between them again should he be given this second
chance. “Let us try again, little one...we have come too far to
just...give up...please...”

“I'm
afraid...I can't go through this...oh gods, Pharaoh...I'm so
scared...” Yugi admitted haltingly, his grip tightening in the
fabric of his lover's clothes. “I don't want to
be...alone...but I'm so scared...”

“My
name is Atemu, little one...” Atemu shushed him with a gentle
kiss to his porcelain cheek, the spark of hope that had bloomed in
his chest during their first words now beginning to burn brighter. He
had lost what was left of his pride during this encounter, but that
mattered not one bit.

What mattered was that his
little one was still allowing himself to be held despite his fears,
allowing him to comfort him. What was his pride, after all, if it
kept him from sharing in Yugi’s life? What was his dignity, in
the face of the love and acceptance that Yugi had once given him, and
might give him again?

And what was his life, that he
would want to live it without his love’s presence?

Feeling so vulnerable, and out
of his element, he pressed another heartfelt kiss to the boy's brow.
“There is nothing to fear, my beautiful little one...I am
here...for the rest of my life I shall be beside you and protect you
from whatever it is that you fear so...even if it is me...I will not
disappoint you again, Yugi...I swear...for all my life I am
yours...if you will have me...”

The tears were coming faster
now, and Yugi ducked his head to hide them, but Atemu had other plans
as he reached out to take the smaller royal's chin into his hand,
forcing their eyes to meet.

“I
love you...my beautiful little one...you have held my heart in your
hand from the moment I met you. And that day...the day we were
bonded...I know I hurt you – and for that I am sorry as well
– I was so proud of you. You were so scared, and yet you held
onto that defiant spark that I fell in love with...I know it is too
early to expect your forgiveness and I know now that perhaps I should
not even have asked for it so soon, without hearing from your own
lips what I have done...but please...allow me this chance to try...I
miss having you beside me...I need you..” he trailed off,
choking on his emotions, unable to keep from giving in to the urge to
break down completely.

Having never known the imposing
Egyptian monarch to lose even the smallest bit of his compose before
Yugi could only watch as Atemu broke, his heart unable to take the
strain of seeing his lover collapse against him. Never in this
lifetime could he have imagined something to send the Pharaoh to his
knees in tears.

To see his powerful lover in
such a vulnerable state reminded Yugi of the fact that he was human,
and that he too made mistakes. The smaller royal closed his eyes
tightly against the pain. They had been so good together...so
perfect. Was it right to let the lies of one despicable man come
between them?

The two of them held each
other, motionless in the shaft of pale moonlight that reflected in
from the window, their grief too strong to be denied. And Yugi began
to realize that the world was just a little more right, a little more
stable when they were together. It was the moment of truth. He could
continue living this half life that he had been for the past season,
or he could admit his mistakes and acknowledge that his lover was
trying to make amends for his.

Did he have the courage to
accept the Pharaoh's apology?

“I...uh...” Yugi
licked his lips to wet them. “Its too...I want to forgive you,
but what you did is still so...it’s the last memory I have of
you, before all of this....I want...I...can you take away these
nightmares...please..I don't...I don't...maybe we can start
over...you know, get to know each other...a little...”

Atemu sucked in a startled
breath, scarcely believing his ears, taking Yugi's face back in his
hands to study his tearful expression. “You wish for me to –
”

“All
I can remember are your hurtful words...your expression of loathing
when you denied me!” He cried, curling into Atemu's chest
fearful of his reaction. “I can't see you, I can't even think
of you without that running through my head over and over again.
That’s why I wanted you to leave, so that maybe, given enough
time I’d be able to forget how much you hurt me. But having you
here, so close by... ...it's with me every waking minute! Oh
gods...it hurts!”

“Shh,
little one...I shall do whatever you desire of me. I am sorry...”
Atemu drew the smaller royal into his arms, holding him tenderly.

After a few moments where they
both relished in the feel of each other's embrace Atemu lifted Yugi
into his arms and carried him over to the bed, gently laying him down
on its softness.

He pulled his lover's shivering
form into a light embrace, whispering quietly. “Please, do not
fear me...I could never stand this fear, knowing that I am the cause.
Never again shall I take you for granted...you are so beautiful...so
caring...I love you, little one.”

He drew back slightly, looking
into Yugi’s eyes. “When I hurt you, I was consumed with
jealousy and rage, and such feelings scarcely leave room for even the
strongest love. Make no mistake little one, even when I thought you
had betrayed me, I loved you with every beat of my shattered heart.
When I thought I would never see you again, I found even the idea of
Ammit’s hell preferable to living without you in my life. And
when I told you I would enjoy making your life miserable, it was the
blackest blasphemy I have ever uttered. Please...let me replace
those shameful memories with ones of my true feelings, and know that
I shall never hurt you in such a way again.”

“Please...I
need you.” Yugi offered himself shakily up to the god above
him, knowing in his heart that this was where he belonged. He still
wasn't quite up to forgiving his powerful lover for that terrifying
night, but he couldn't withhold himself from the other's treasured
touch any longer. He needed this reassurance that he was still
wanted, even after everything that had happened between them.

Atemu
forcefully reined in his body’s immediate response to those
words. He had needed Yugi so desperately, for so long, he had to
forcefully resist the urge to take him too quickly. He had to remind
himself that Yugi was the one who had been wronged, and he needed
reassurance from Atemu that he was indeed worthy of his love, that
Yugi’s forgiveness was something Atemu was willing to wait —
and fight — for.

He
needed tenderness, gentleness and words of love, not frenzied
passion. He needed to know that Atemu would never again deny him the
comfort, or the pleasure, that they both needed.

With infinite care Atemu
stripped the clothes from his smaller lover, refusing to relinquish
his hold on the boy for even a moment. As he revealed his lover's
petite, flawless form he peppered the moonlit, oh-so-soft skin with
kisses and gentle caresses, keeping every movement slow and even,
cherishing the time they had together as if it was to be their last.

It was his fullest intention to
drive his new consort wild with pleasure before they even joined, to
replace those horrifying memories with something sweet, something
that more resembled what had been – and could still be –
their love for each other.

Yugi shuddered uncontrollably,
closing his eyes tightly as his body was revealed to his formidable
lover's gaze. And then he was swept up into a powerful kiss that drew
his misgivings from his mind, leaving behind a craving for more of
what the Pharaoh was promising to him. His breath caught in his
throat as those pliant lips left his only to mark a path down his
throat, past his collar bone, and on down his chest. A moan of
approval bubbled over when those lips wrapped around his nipple,
suckling gently.

“Pharaoh...”
he gasped, his hands fisting into tightly beaded hair, that
underneath the finery was not unlike his own, when a pair of hands
clamped around his waist in a vise-like grip. A hot tongue branded
him from chest to stomach, and he squirmed against the pleasurable
sensations.

Atemu looked up from where he
was working the boy over with his tongue. “My name is Atemu,
little one. You are welcome to use it.” And then he returned to
that adorable indentation in his lover's stomach, biting down gently
to mark him before soothing over the redness with his tongue.

His little one responded so
well to even the slightest touch, and he trembled with the need to
have to boy squirming beneath him. With a final kiss to the porcelain
skin he again shoved his own needs to the back of his mind and
continued on a downward path. His needs would be met later, if they
got that far. For now he wanted to please this elegant beauty
writhing beneath his ministrations. To bind Yugi to him with a
physical need until they could sort out their troubles.

Atemu gave a fleeting kiss to
the inside of his lover's quivering thigh, grimacing as his hair was
almost ripped from his scalp. “Relax little one...”

“Uh...Pha
– Atemu...oh...” Yugi's husky voice came to him from
above, full of wonder.

The
Hyksos royal closed his eyes reveling in the pleasurable sensations
his lover was causing. Even in their earlier encounters he had never
felt so loved, so needed. The way his lover was handling his body,
tending to his pleasure without a care for his own. It was confusing,
as he was normally the one to try his best to please the Pharaoh, not
the other way around.

Atemu only chuckled, returning
to his play. He kissed the sensitive skin again, licking a path
upward until he got to his destination. He was going to pleasure the
boy until he couldn't talk – or walk. An evil grin
encompassed his features as he nipped at the pulsing shaft in front
of his face. Yugi came off the bed with a screech and he grabbed a
hold of the boy's hips, pinning him to the mattress. And then he
engulfed the rigid shaft in one motion, pleased with the scream that
left the other's lips.

Once he was able, he removed a
hand from his lover's hip, to search the bedside table for something
he could use to make this experience even more fulfilling. His
fingers touched something and he made a grab for it. A quick glance
told him that it was a bottle of oil that his little one used during
his morning ablutions and he tipped it to the side, allowing the
liquid into his hand, never once neglecting to attend to his lover's
needs. He set the piece back on the table and rubbed the scented oil
into his fingers.

And then he hoisted the younger
royal's slender legs onto his shoulders, placing a single, slick
finger at the entrance to his body. Yugi stiffened below him, feeling
that pressure and knowing what was soon to follow, relieved at the
sign that this time Atemu was going to do things right.

Soon afterward Atemu breached
the guarded opening, reveling in the heat that surrounded him. A
piercing cry echoed around the chamber as he searched the tight
channel for that spot that would drive his lover absolutely crazy
with pleasure. Another cry came quickly on the heels of the first one
and Atemu smirked around the pulsing flesh in his mouth. Knowing that
he had found the spot Atemu pushed a second finger in alongside the
first, all the while working his lover over with his tongue.

Yugi gasped as fireworks went
off behind his eyes, those talented digits searching for and finding
that one spot that sent sparks of electricity shooting through his
body. He panted, unable to move, his head thrashing from side to side
as his lover worked him over with his mouth, as well as his hand. He
had never imagined so much pleasure. And the heat, oh gods, the heat
was almost unbearable. He wanted to drive into that warmth full
force, but settled for fisting his hands in his lover's hair, urging
him on.

“Oh gods...please...I
can't...”

Understanding
that the other was close Atemu pushed him over the edge with a gentle
nip, grinning as Yugi came with a loud cry. While Yugi was still
twitching in the afterglow he slid up next to him, claiming his mouth
in a searing kiss as he pulled their bodies together. The smaller
royal could feel the unrelieved evidence of his lover's desire. And
suddenly he wanted nothing more than for the powerful Pharaoh to
claim the rest of him.

Atemu pulled out of the kiss,
using a generous amount of oil to coat his length. His little one was
lying acquiescently beneath him, staring back at him with
passion-glazed, half-lidded eyes. There was nothing more beautiful –
in his opinion – than his new consort basking in the
afterglow of his orgasm. After finishing the last of his preparation
Atemu drew Yugi up against him, claiming his mouth once again as he
slowly nestled himself in the tight warmth of his body.

“Oh!
Uh...” Yugi broke the kiss, reaching up to grasp at his lover's
shoulders. It hurt, but he had expected that. It was the jolt of
electricity running through his system that had scared him. Gods
above, his temperamental lover was going to do him in with his
uncanny ability to strike that one single spot every time he moved.

Atemu gave a hoarse chuckle at
Yugi's exuberant exclamation, before beginning the motions that would
send him screaming to the heavens. “Come for me, little one. I
want to hear you over and over again.” He whispered, driving
into him with a fierceness.

And Yugi could do naught but
hang on for the ride, stars shooting off behind his eyelids as his
prostate was hit repeatedly with every thrust of the other's body. He
could feel the coil of heat winding around his form, begging him to
let go. In response he tightened his muscles, drawing a pleasured
moan from the one above him, and causing an overload to his
heightened senses. Oh, he was not going to last for much longer. “I
can't...I can't...”

“Call
my name, little one...please...I need to hear you...” Atemu
humbled himself as he begged the smaller royal, thrusting in and out
of the other's inviting warmth with each word.

Yugi's head thrashed from side
to side as the coil of heat inside began to tighten around him, his
breaths coming in heavy pants. “Ate...Atemu...please!
I...uh...ATEMU!!!”

Atemu squeezed his eyes shut as
the velvety warmth he was encased in suddenly constricted around his
length, setting his own orgasm into motion. “Uh...Yugi...oh
gods...so tight...” A brilliant white light set off behind his
eyes and he emptied his seed into his smaller lover's heat. He rode
the waves of pleasure for a moment before opening his eyes to the
most glorious sight of his little one coming down from his own high.

Gently he pulled out, mindful
of Yugi's hiss of pain, and curled around his smaller lover, pulling
a sheet over them as he kissed his forehead. They had both needed
this. So very much. And even though he was still so far away from
gaining the boy's complete and total trust, this was at least a
start.

Yugi
was exhausted, mentally, physically and emotionally. He could feel
much needed sleep tugging at the edges of his consciousness, and was
struck with sudden fear that when he woke, he would find this had all
been a dream. As Atemu’s arms tightened around him, he
whispered, “Say you love me.”

“I
do.” Atemu nuzzled against him.

But
it wasn't enough. “Say you want me...”

“Yes...”
A muffled chuckle as the older monarch caught on to the game.

This
time a satisfied grin made its way over Yugi's features. “Say
you need me.”

“Always.”

Yugi
smiled contentedly, closing his eyes and pressing close to the heat
of Atemu’s body.

“I
love you, my little one.” Atemu murmured softly, gaining a
slightly coherent agreement from Yugi as they both drifted off into
their dreams. There was a long road ahead of them back to what they
once had been, but at least the journey had commenced. He had no
doubt they would find their way – together.

~
o ~ O ~ o ~

What about now by Daughtry

Shadows fill an empty heart as
love is fading

From all the things we are, but
are not saying

Can we see beyond the scars and
make it to the dawn

Change the colors of the sky
and open up to

The ways you made me feel
alive, the ways I loved you

For all the things that never
died

To make it through the night,
love will find you

What about now, what about
today?

What if you're making me all I
that was meant to be?

What if our love never went
away?

What if its lost behind the
words we could never find?

Baby, before its too late, what
about now?

The sun is breaking in your
eyes, to start a new day

This broken heart can still
survive, with a touch of your gracefully

Shadows fade into the light

I am by your side, where love
will find you

What about now, what about
today?

What if you're making me all I
that was meant to be?

What if our love never went
away?

What if its lost behind the
words we could never find?

Baby, before its too late, what
about now?

Now that we're here, now that
we've come this far

just hold on

There is nothing to fear, for I
am right beside you

For all my life I am yours

What about now, what about
today?

What if you're making me all I
that was meant to be?

What if our love never went
away?

What if its lost behind the
words we could never find?

Baby, before its too late, what
about now?

~ o ~ O ~ o ~

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