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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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Ok, moving is FINALLY finished! Yay! Maybe now I can finish this
story...(dodges rotten fruit and veggies from irritated readers)
Yeah...sorry about that, RL has this way of coming in between me and
my plot bunnies. So anyways, we're in the home stretch now, last
couple of chapters! Yay!

So,
without any other notes...oh, Happy mother's day to all you who are
mothers out there – and all of you who wish to be. Here's the
next chapter.

~ o ~ O ~ o ~

Yugi fidgeted restlessly in his
seat as he listened to the caravan's herald list off the gifts that
their people had brought in order to forge a treaty with Hyksos. A
snicker from the far right reached his ears as yet another bolt of
colorful, diaphanous silk was paraded before him as though it were a
precious gem. Coughing into his hand the amused Hyksos king shot Jou
a glare reminiscent of one of his lover's infamous expressions for
his immaturity.

Guiltily the blonde hid the
remainder of his chuckles behind his hand, darting inconspicuously
behind Ryou to deal with what was left of his mirth after Yugi's
silent reprimand, nearly running into Malik in his haste. The
platinum blonde only shook his head and turned back to the
proceedings with a quiet sigh, mimicking Ryou's put-upon expression
without even noticing.

Once assured of Jou's
cooperation Yugi turned his attention back to their guests as well,
thankful that the entire scene had gone unnoticed by the caravan
presenting the gifts. A gentle touch to his hand drew him from the
goings-on once again as Atemu sought to alleviate his fears
concerning their rather unusual visitors, and he gave a brief smile,
the Pharaoh winking back at him from behind a curtain of braids in
response.

After a few moments Yugi's
thoughts drifted off to the herald's monotonous voice, and he sighed
distractedly. Had it been left up to him alone he would have sent
their guests on their way with only the briefest of contact.

But Atemu had cautioned him
that nomadic groups, such as this one spread out around the throne
room, had accumulated much power and wealth, and that it would not
hurt him to hear them out, that it might, in fact, gain him more
allies that he could depend on in the event of an all out uprising.
They could deal with their unfinished internal business at a later
hour, the Pharaoh had assured him, well after the caravan had gone on
its way.

Alert amethyst eyes scanned the
various people that made up the group, noting their vast contrasts in
style of dress. This caravan was comprised of a couple of members
from each of the many groups of nomads that wandered the northern
most borders of Hyksos, choosing to band together and elect a leader
to guide them through these troubled times.

The
Hyksos people had once been a part of these nomadic groups, before
having settled down on a piece of land granted to them by some long
ago Pharaoh whose name had been forgotten with time. Briefly Yugi
wondered what would become of many of his people once the country of
Hyksos was absorbed back into the motherland of Egypt. But he refused
to dwell on it for long, knowing that what would be, would be,
whether he worried over it or not.

The young monarch was startled
back to reality when the herald announced. “Our illustrious
lord wishes to present this last gift to you in person, your
Highness.”

Yugi nodded absentmindedly,
shooting another glance at Jou when the blonde snickered quietly,
horsing around with Malik in his boredom. The words 'another' and
'silk' were heard clearly from his position on the throne, but he
couldn't muster up the concern needed to glare at them when his
thoughts were of the same ilk.

There were so many other things
he could have been doing rather than sitting here and listening to
these people shower him with gifts and praise. There was paperwork to
be finished, titles to be handed down – and taken away –
packing to be done...wait, what? Amethyst eyes widened as Yugi
realized he was truly considering the prospect of returning to Egypt
without having proven himself worthy of his title. Did he really miss
his life there all that much?

Brow furrowed, the young king
examined his thoughts concerning his life in his homeland versus his
life under the command of his lover. True, he missed Mai and
Mana...and Mahaado, and the dancing, the gardens, his private
chambers. His friends were in danger here, he couldn't ignore that
fact. But wasn't it his responsibility to the citizens of his
homeland to undo the damage his father had caused?

Realization dawned and Yugi
caved to the understanding that Hyksos was no longer his home –
if it ever was. Atemu held his heart, and wherever the Pharaoh took
up residence was his true home. Atemu didn't belong here...and now
neither did he. It was time for him to give in gracefully and accept
the fact that he belonged in Egypt, at his lover's side. There was no
reason to subject his family and friends to the dangers of his former
home any longer. Everything could be taken care of from the safety of
Atemu's palace.

A gentle tap from Atemu caught
his attention and he turned his eyes in the direction that was
gestured just in time to catch sight of the nomadic ruler's grand
entrance. The herald moved aside, giving a low bow as a short, plump
man with bushy white eyebrows in a decorated turban waltzed through
the doors, followed by three fully veiled women, one of them merely a
young girl, and two military style guards. The remainder of the
caravan bowed gracefully as they filed out of the room.

The eccentric old man virtually
bubbled over with enthusiasm when he caught sight of Yugi's slender
figure in the waning light of day, bouncing merrily towards the
throne, a large grin adorning his chubby face. The group of friends
who stood beside Yugi nearly burst into laughter at the sight of this
over-exuberant elder, only to sober when the smallest of their
group's eyes turned their way. At that point the group decided to
make itself scarce, using the distraction to exit the room with all
haste, only to listen in from outside the door.

“Ah,
you must be King Yugi, son of Hasim, it's a pleasure to finally make
your acquaintance.” The man chirped happily, commanding Yugi's
attention.

Yugi started, rising from his
seat to make a courtly bow, only to be stopped dead by Atemu's hand
resting on his arm. An imperceptible twitch of the Pharaoh's head
brought Yugi back to the fact that he need not bow, for his rank was
equal to that of their visitor – if not on a higher plane. A
cherry hue creeping up his cheeks the younger royal attempted to
disguise his blunder behind a regal nod.

“Its
a pleasure to meet you too...” Yugi trailed off, unable to
recall if the visiting chieftain's name had been mentioned.

The man's large white mustache
twitched in annoyance, but that was the only outward sign of his
arrogance, for his overall demeanor had not changed, his voice
pitched on a slightly higher plane as he replied. “It is
Avaris, your Highness. No worries, I understand you have much to
occupy your mind at this moment. My people only wish to avail our
resources to you in exchange for an alliance of sorts, if you are
amenable to this.”

Feeling distinctly
uncomfortable Yugi cast a discreet glance back at the Pharaoh for a
clue as to what to do next. Another imperceptible nod in their
guest's direction gave him the answer he needed, Atemu gently tapping
his hand in reassurance. A slight roll of the Pharaoh's eyes signaled
that he should see to their guest's comfort before beginning
negotiations. After a moment's hesitation Yugi gestured toward the
low table that had been abandoned earlier.

“Please,
make yourself comfortable. I'll send someone for refreshments and we
can discuss this alliance.” He murmured, motioning for one of
the ever present servants to fetch them some wine. “Dinner
shall be served shortly, and we will convene in the dining hall at
that time. The servants are preparing a feast for your men as we
speak, so they shall want for nothing during our discussion.”

“Good,
good.” Avaris nodded enthusiastically. “I was wary of
imposing on you during such a trying time. But we too have
difficulties that need to be seen to, and there was no better time in
the foreseeable future.”

“It's
no trouble at all.” Yugi assured him with a smile, warming to
the man's ebullience with just the slightest glance back at Atemu for
guidance.

The older man's thick brow
quirked upon seeing the interaction between his host and that of one
who appeared to be nothing more than a slave, but he said nothing,
instead giving a heartfelt groan as he sank down onto one of the
plump cushions. His eyes closed for a moment before he resumed his
study of his young host. The women followed him, settling demurely to
their knees on the floor just behind his pillows, while Atemu lowered
himself to sit beside Yugi, his posture submissive though his eyes
never left their guests.

With a drawn out sigh the
nomadic king muttered. “It is murder, what with all the running
I've had to do today to make ready. Please forgive me, your Highness,
it is not easy taking care of a flock of women, right alongside my
duties as leader of our tribes, sometimes the task is too much.”

Gray eyes twinkled with
mischief despite the gruff remark and Yugi nodded, not knowing what
to make of the comment. He knew that many of the nomadic tribes not
only condoned, but encouraged the marriage of one man to many women,
and that the higher a man ranked, the more wives and concubines
occupied their harems. Not exactly how he would wish to live his
life, but there were some, like his guest apparently, who thrived in
such an atmosphere.

The Hyksos monarch's eyes slid
over to Atemu to see what his lover thought of the comment, but
Atemu's features were carefully hidden from view, as was proper for
even the highest ranking of slaves. However, Yugi didn't miss the
warmth of the hand that caressed his gently, and he gave a squeeze to
show that he appreciated the support before turning his attention
back to their guest.

The two conversed on the state
of their empires as they waited for the servants to reappear, the
older man's gaze never leaving Yugi, unless it was to slide over for
a peek at the one who rested beside the younger king, with complete
and utter curiosity. The piercing gray eyes had often left Yugi
flustered and at a loss for comment, but the nomadic ruler took on
most of the burden of conversation, not seeming to notice his host's
preoccupation.

Once refreshments arrived the
older man took a healthy draught for himself before settling back to
continue his study of the petite Hyksos king. Finally, after a long
silence he spoke. “I have heard rumor that the Pharaoh of Egypt
favors you highly, young one.”

A flush stole over Yugi's
features as he thought over just how highly Atemu favored him, his
eyes straying unconsciously towards the Pharaoh's disguised form.
“Pharaoh Atemu and I get along rather well, yes.” He
hedged cautiously.

Atemu sat forward intently,
waiting for the next words to fall from the man's lips. He had heard
many rumors about this leader of the northern nomads. It was rumored
that the man gravitated towards bluntness, even when it was
considered inappropriate. And with the elder's next words he was not
disappointed.

Avaris chortled at Yugi's
admission and the accompanying the blush. “That is good, my
friend.” And then he leaned forward, as if to impart a great
secret. “So tell me, young one, is he as pleasing to the eye as
the rumors say? Or is he as fierce as your people and the Hittites
believe? My people do not have the courage to brave the deserts to
allow me a glimpse at the young man who's been causing all these
conflicting rumors.”

“Uh...”
Yugi choked on his blush, casting another not-so-discreet glance in
Atemu's direction. Oh man, of all the topics to converse on.
“Uh...yeah, I think so...”

“You
think? But you have met him, have you not?” the nomadic ruler
raised an eyebrow, catching the looks that passed between the two
younger men. His curiosity piqued, he inquired with a nod in Atemu's
direction, “who is he to you?”

Yugi choked on his wine, not
expecting the query.

Ignoring his host's troubles
Avaris eyed Atemu closely. The Pharaoh glanced up in surprise,
temporarily forgetting his submissive demeanor under the close
scrutiny. “My word, such eyes!” Avaris breathed, nearly
toppling off his pillow to catch a closer look at the smaller royal's
exotic slave. “What an extraordinary beauty you have
there, young one. Does he give you great pleasure? Would you ever
wish to sell him?”

Yugi blanched, feeling the heat
creep into his face at being caught out. “Oh...uh...he's
a...gift from the Pharaoh. He was given to me before I returned from
Egypt.” Then he sputtered when he realized what his eccentric
guest had asked. “No! He's not for sale!”

Piercing
gray eyes returned to Yugi. “So it is true then? You have
earned the Pharaoh's favor. How very unusual...” The man
guffawed loudly, trailing off to study Atemu again, much to the
Pharaoh's everlasting discomfort. “Pity he is not for sale,
such a lovely piece...He would be well received, not that you neglect
him or anything. I mean no offense, your Highness...I –”

Thoroughly offended Atemu
glared at his hands, refusing to give in to the urge to throttle the
obnoxious nomadic king. He ground his teeth together so hard they
creaked as the man leaned forward once more for further study, trying
to ignore the running commentary dedicated to his unusual features
that were visible. Apparently he had not heard wrong. Avaris was
quite possibly the most blunt, inquisitive person he had ever come
across. How irritating!

Yugi, who had been close to
bursting into laughter at his guest's lack of manners and oh so
obvious clueless-ness concerning the identity of the person he was so
intent on owning, cleared his throat and questioned softly. “What
was it you had in mind for the alliance, your Highness?”

Avaris broke off in his perusal
of Atemu's form, giving Yugi his undivided attention, reinstating the
Hyksos king's former nervousness.

“Oh
uh...well, in speaking of this proposed alliance, I had thought to
give you the hand of my youngest daughter, your Highness, to cement
our relations.” He stated, waving a hand at the smallest of the
three women sitting behind his chair with their eyes downcast
submissively.

“However,”
he continued. “Now that I have seen your unrivaled beauty, I
wish to court you myself. I sincerely hope that is acceptable to you.
And if it is his
care that worries you, do not, I would not break up such a
breathtaking partnership such as the two of you have. I would only
ask permission to watch...perhaps to join in at times.”

Atemu's face turned white with
rage, even as his younger partner choked on his astonishment. The
nerve of this pompous old windbag, he snarled internally, tensing
visibly in preparation of standing up to give the man a piece of his
mind. Yugi belonged to him and no one else. Just as he was ready to
drop the disguising veil and reveal to this man exactly who he was
slender fingers gripped at his arm tightly, making him rethink his
decision.

His eyes sought out Yugi's to
find his lover's pleading expression looking back at him. Not wanting
to cause the boy any more distress than he had already, Atemu took a
deep breath and cast his eyes back toward the ground, forcing all
tension to leave his frame. But what was he going to do if revealing
his true identity was no longer an option?

His thoughts circled round and
round after Yugi successfully fended off the man's peculiar advances
with the introduction of political matters, paying scant attention to
the newest topic of discussion as he wondered what he could possibly
do to pay the man back for his arrogant assumptions. He would not let
this transgression go unpunished.

Atemu
cast his gaze around the room, searching for any way to send this new
enemy fleeing, wracking his brain for a plan. And he nearly gasped as
he remembered what he had forgotten earlier. Eyes alight with
mischief, the Egyptian monarch fingered the vial of indigo dye that
he had been reserving for Bakura's dinner plate later that evening, a
new plan forming in his mind. An evil smirk crossed his veiled lips
and he turned a deceivingly innocent look towards his master.

He
could think of a few better uses to put it to at this moment,
beckoning Yugi close enough to whisper, “You should spare a jar
of wine from the rare stock in celebration of this special
occasion. Allow me to retrieve it for you.”

Yugi eyed Atemu's overly
innocent demeanor for a moment before granting the request, not that
he had a choice in the matter, believing his lover to be infinitely
more knowledgeable in these matters than he was.

Atemu
slipped quietly out of the throne room, barely hearing Yugi's excuses
for his exit over the pounding of his heart. He could have sworn to
all the high gods that he felt that
man's
gaze lingering on his backside. He gritted his teeth against the urge
to knock some sense into his lover's would-be suitor. The audacity of
that...that...interloper!

Scheme forming in his mind with
each step the Pharaoh made his way down to the kitchens, scouting out
anything that might suit his needs. By the time he left he not only
had the vial of indigo tucked into his pants but a rare jar of sweet
wine, adding a drop of purgative made from a rather sour berry that
was native only to Hyksos – which had the wonderful side effect
of inducing diarrhea – to the bottom of one of the goblets
before exiting the kitchens with a wide smirk.

And just as silently as he had
left the chamber he slipped back inside to present his findings
before the men gathered. He poured a generous amount of wine in each
glass, offering up the safe glass to Yugi, and presenting the
tampered one to the nomadic king with a humble bow. Unsuspecting of
any foul play Avaris took a hearty sip only to spit it right back out
toward the table, the bulk of its contents landing in his lap in a
reddish puddle.

“What
in the – ” The man sputtered. “That's awful!”

Yugi gasped, thrusting his
untouched goblet back into Atemu's hands as he quickly snatched up a
napkin to blot at the growing stain on the man's robes. “Oh
gods! What happened?!”

Avaris thrust the remains of
the tampered wine into Yugi's hands, forcing him to relinquish his
hold on the square of material he'd been using to mop up the stain.
“Something must have gone wrong in the making of this wine, it
has the most awful taste!”

“I
don't understand...” Yugi bit his lip, dumbfounded. “Here,
let me help you with that. I'll send someone to find something more
to your tastes.”

Yugi helped the elder man to
clean up most of the spilled wine, gesturing frantically for the
servants to take away the remainder of the bad batch and replace it
with something more conventional. His eyes caught Atemu's during the
melee, and he could have sworn that his lover was wearing a smirk
behind his covering, only for Atemu to give him a rather suspicious
look of innocence when he found Yugi's eyes upon him. Settling
himself between the two monarchs Atemu took up his role as model
servant, tending to Yugi's every need.

Moments later the man whom Yugi
had sent to the pantry returned with another jar of wine to replace
the one thought to be bad. This time when the wine was presented one
of Avaris's guards sampled it before handing it to his king. Atemu
almost laughed aloud, but he managed to keep himself under control –
even though he'd had to bite his tongue in order to do it. And then
the discussion resumed, leaving him free to consider his next plan of
action.

After a while Avaris left off
guarding his goblet, the elder king's attention taken up by whatever
subject Yugi had introduced, and Atemu made his move, deftly pouring
out the vial of indigo out into his glass without attracting the
attention of the others in the room. He smirked to himself as he
slipped the empty vial back into its hiding spot, and waited.

This time when Avaris took
another sip to wet his parched throat after expounding on the merits
of living with a harem, the blue dye adhered itself to his lips and
his puffy white mustache, turning both a rather startling shade of
blue. It took a moment for the change to be noticed, as Yugi had
turned his head aside once the topic of marriage was reintroduced,
but noticed it was.

Yugi gaped at the older man,
his brain shutting down when confronted with what he rightly assumed
to be his lover's handiwork dripping from the man's beard in blue
rivulets. Oh gods, this was not going to go well...The need to press
a hand to his face was nearly overwhelming, and within seconds he
gave into it. How was he going to approach the matter with their
guest?!

Subconsciously his eyes slid in
Atemu's direction and the young Hyksos monarch fretted over his
choices momentarily, only for the matter to be taken out of his hands
when Avaris suddenly spoke up. “Your Highness, is something the
matter?'

“Er...uh...”
Caught out Yugi resembled a deer in the headlights with his wide-eyed
expression. “I...uh...you have something...on your face...your
Highness...” He trailed off into a whisper, directing a
withering glare at Atemu's bent head.

“I
do?” Avaris questioned, rubbing at his mustache. When he was
sure he had gotten whatever it was off of his face he checked his
hands. His jaw dropped as he spied the dark blue dye that covered his
palms. “What is this?!”

Yugi's head dropped onto the
table with a thunk. Oh gods, this was so not going to end well. He
and Atemu had guards, Avaris had guards, the others were more than
likely listening in to their conversation from beyond the door...What
was going to happen? Seconds ticked by in complete silence. Until the
older man began to chuckle madly, causing Yugi and Atemu to gape at
him in astonishment.

Avaris's laughter finally began
to wind down, and he wiped tears of mirth from his eyes as he aimed
his gaze at whom he correctly believed to be the culprit. “Oh,
so I am to be the subject of a prank, eh young one?”

Yugi, face hidden in the palm
of his hand, uttered. “Oh gods, I am so sorry...”

However,
Atemu merely glanced back up, his gaze steady as he was confronted
with the man's wide grin, even as his thoughts were running a mile a
minute. Dumbfounded, he could do nothing but stare. That little stunt
should have forced the man to call for his punishment. He had been
looking forward to shedding his disguise and schooling this
interloper on how to behave in the presence of the Pharaoh. Instead
the man was chuckling heartily, assuring him that he had no
intentions of taking him from his master.

And the more Avaris expounded
on his plan, the more perplexed Atemu's expression became. What had
gone so wrong?

A servant peered into the room,
giving Yugi a silent signal and the Hyksos monarch drew both men from
their one-sided conversation with a call for them to adjourn to the
dining hall, issuing another apology on Atemu's behalf. One that was
immediately waved away by their guest, who now wanted to know of what
other kinds of pranks Atemu had played before.

At Yugi's call Avaris rose to
his feet first, stepping away and stretching his mass, complaining
good naturedly of the pains of getting older. The nomadic king took
another step, only to fall into the arms of one of his men, courtesy
of Atemu's well-placed foot, even though the Pharaoh sought to look
as innocent of the crime as possible.

Yugi cringed when the elder
ruler turned a jaundiced eye on Atemu at the newest mishap. Oh gods,
his lover was going to piss off their guest. Not that he was truly
worried that the nomadic king would be able to call upon enough
reinforcements to do much damage, but the older man was kind of
endearing with his quirky, irresponsible behavior.

Perhaps not endearing enough to
actually consider his courtship, but still, he didn't want to
irritate the man into fleeing the palace.

With a roll of his eyes the
youngest of the three royals gestured for their guest to precede him
into the grand hall on their tour of the palace, placing himself
discretely between the two combatants. But when Atemu attempted to
follow Yugi shoved him into the offshoot of the grand room, snapping
the door shut behind him even as he called out an excuse for the
others to go on ahead.

“What
are you doing?” He questioned his lover with an exasperated
sigh.

Atemu blinked questioningly
back at him from behind the silken veil, his voice husky. “What
is it you wish for me to be doing, my liege?”

Yugi slapped a hand to his
forehead. “Of all the...you know what? False innocence does not
sit well on your features, my Pharaoh. What is up with you tonight?”

Atemu
attempted, failing rather spectacularly, to quell the smirk hovering
at the edge of his lips. That pompous old windbag had everything, and
more, coming to him. To even insinuate that Yugi should belong to
him, to make such a move on his
lover as he had. The mischievous monarch nearly rolled his eyes at
the thought. Preposterous. “There is nothing 'up' with me, as
you insinuate. I am merely settling into my role as that of your
servant.”

Yugi reached out and wrapped
his hands around Atemu's neck, squeezing gently as he pushed him
against the wall. “Yeah, I believe that about as much as I
believe that you aren't responsible for the disappearance of Marik's
clothing the other day...I swear, if you weren't...I'd...” He
ripped the veil off and pulled the startled Egyptian down into a
breathtaking kiss, ending the discussion abruptly.

If Yugi were to admit the truth
to himself he would have to say he was so turned on by Atemu's
obvious display of jealousy it wasn't even funny. Just the sight of
those ruby eyes flashing when the older man had made a move on him
nearly had him drooling. Gods, his lover was magnificent when he was
being possessive. The mere thought that Atemu would fight for him
scorched him pleasantly on the inside.

“Mmmm...”
Atemu returned his smaller lover's kiss with equal fervor, his hands
searching for – and finding – Yugi's rear end to pull the
boy flush against his body. Both teens groaned, rubbing up against
each other, fire spreading rapidly through their bodies as they
fought for more contact, for more of each other.

Yugi ground his hips against
Atemu's desire, swallowing his lover's moan of approval. His hands
wandered down the sides of Atemu's skimpy outfit, tickling the bare
skin where it parted, before continuing down to cup the Pharaoh's
backside. That move forced a startled gasp out of Atemu's mouth. Oh
gods, he wanted Atemu now. He wanted to hear more of those erotic
noises, to feel his lover's hands grasping at him as they were doing
now. But would he be allowed?

Panting harshly Yugi broke the
kiss to lean against his lover. Atemu held him tight, stroking
lightly at his hair. A devilish grin adorning his features Yugi
leaned up and whispered. “I think you have caused enough chaos,
milord Pharaoh. As part of your punishment you are to return to my
chambers...and I'll think of what other punishments you've earned
while I rid us of our guest for the night.”

Atemu growled low in his
throat, pulling Yugi back up against him possessively. “You had
better be rid of him soon, little one. I'll not have that one
encroaching on my territory.”

A second, equally arousing kiss
later, and Yugi sent Atemu on his way with the understanding that
there were enough people around to guard him against his guest's
overly friendly overtures, even though the Pharaoh was less than
pleased with the outcome of their discussion.

~ o ~ O ~ o ~

Please review...and let me know
if you want a Yugi dominant lemon in the next chapter...cause I might
just do that if enough people are interested. (walks away whistling
innocently)
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