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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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this chapter. (grins) So for
those of you who don't want to read it I have highlighted the
beginning and the ending, so you can skip over that part.

Thank you to Egyptiancatgoddess
for being an awesome beta! And it is dedicated to my friends on BPS
forum. You guys rock!

~ o ~ O ~ o ~

Not more than an hour after
their discussion Yugi entered his chambers with a relieved sigh, the
doors closing softly behind him, only to find Atemu reclining against
the head of the bed, looking absolutely delicious in his filmy
slave's clothing.

Yugi
groaned mentally. Oh
gods...on his bed, just waiting for him. Waiting for him to...the
Hyksos royal closed his eyes, attempting to redirect his thoughts
elsewhere, not that they listened to him. He was rock hard in that
instant, all the fantasies from earlier springing right back into the
forefront of his mind. Gods he wanted Atemu – badly. Amethyst
eyes narrowed in thought. But how to go about letting his commanding
lover know it without spooking him...

The Pharaoh had obviously heard
his entrance into the chamber, gathering his feet beneath him in an
attempt to meet him halfway. But before Atemu could do anything other
than get to his knees, Yugi had crossed the room, sliding up onto the
bed to meet him. Atemu raised an eyebrow at the directness of the
look in his lover's eyes, leaning in to press their lips together.
But he was not the one in control of their kiss, as he soon learned,
Yugi pushing back against him with a fierceness he had never felt
before.

Breaking the kiss Atemu
whispered, “Little one...?”

Yugi put a fingertip to his
lips, teasing him gently. “I want you Atemu...”

Atemu raised an eyebrow at his
playful teasing. “Then, by all me– ”

“–
the
way you've had me.” Yugi finished, his voice sultry as he
forced a wide-eyed Atemu back across the bed.

Once again, that dumbstruck
look crossed Atemu's features as he stared back at his lover. But
Yugi merely shrugged, pulling back off the bed to shed his clothes,
and the dirt and grime from the long day that had just ended, keeping
up a running commentary concerning their guest as he did so, in an
attempt to give his lover some much needed time to digest his remark.

“–
Avaris
knows who you are, by the way.” Yugi paused in the act of
running a cool cloth over his face. “He's not as preoccupied as
he originally appeared to be. And when he saw my bracelet he realized
that he had stepped on your toes, and that that's what caused you to
retaliate. Said he was sorry too, thinks you hate him. I told him not
to worry about it, that you were just concerned, and couldn't shed
your disguise. He seemed to take the explanation rather well. I kinda
like him.”

Atemu only stared at him like
he had lost his mind, still caught up in the boy's original
statement. “You would...want me...in that way?” He
queried cautiously before a glare overtook his features and he
bristled. “How is it that you are now on a first name basis
with that man?! Even more important, how is it that he happened to
see your wedding gift, when you keep it so well hidden?”

Yugi stared back at his regal
lover, returning them to their original topic by refusing to
acknowledge Atemu's jealous queries, not wanting the Pharaoh to know
that Avaris had, in fact, grabbed him to press his suit, only to back
off when confronted with the proof of Yugi's ineligible status.

“What? Did I overstep my
bounds by admitting I want you?” He questioned innocently.

Distracted by the look Yugi was
giving him, Atemu shook his head, trying to think of a way to explain
his confusion. After a few moments he gave in to the realization that
there was no good way to explain his reaction. “I...Little one,
no one has ever asked, that is...those who I've bedded before have
been interested only in my power as Pharaoh...no one has ever asked,
and I doubt I would have given consent –”

“You
don't have to, Atemu.” Yugi was at his side in an instant, both
hands cupping his face. “I'm sorry if I stepped beyond myself
–”

“–
no
little one!” Atemu cut him off. “You did no such thing. I
am just out of my element in responding to your question...I would
not withhold myself from you. Never from you.”

Yugi blinked at him, slightly
skeptical. “Really?”

“But
I do not know what to do.” Atemu admitted honestly, if not a
little sheepishly, a sudden heat creeping into his face.

This was the first time he had
ever been faced with this situation, not that a query from one of his
former lovers wouldn't have met with an immediate, resounding no, but
truth be told, no one had ever even thought to ask. Atemu's
discomfort grew with the realization that, with all of his sexual
experience, he had not the slightest idea of how he was supposed to
behave, of what he needed to do.

“So...you've
never...? And you thought it was odd that I...? Isn't that a little
hypocritical?” Yugi's fingertips were walking up the side of
Atemu's arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, his tone
soft, almost sensual as he spoke.

Atemu reared back to stare into
his lover's glorious amethyst eyes. “I was not a virgin, little
one, and therein lies the difference. I thought it odd that one of
your status would withhold himself from the pleasures...” He
trailed off. That didn't sound right, even to his ears.

Yugi only rolled his eyes
lightly, gracing Atemu with a wide grin. “I'm not taking you to
task for it, only pointing out the flaw in your logic. That's what
I'm here for, right? To help point you in the right direction?”
He gave a mirthful chuckle.

“'Tis
the truth.” Atemu laughed along with him, feeling a little more
relaxed in the wake of his gentle teasing.

And then Yugi turned serious,
hesitant. “Would you like to...may I be allowed the privilege
of being your first?”

Atemu looked back at him, love
and a slight apprehension evident in his eyes. “We shall be
each other's first.”

“I
like the sounds of that.” Yugi replied as their lips met
tenderly, somewhere in the middle, neither gaining nor giving ground,
their hands linking together in a gentle squeeze. The kiss was slow,
and loving, both teens taking their time as they explored each
other's mouths.

“I
love you.” Yugi whispered, breaking the kiss. “But you
are so tense right now...why don't you lie down and I'll give you a
massage. We can deal with the rest of this later, when you're a
little more relaxed.”

“As
you wish.” Atemu replied seductively, taking one last taste of
Yugi's lips before pulling back to do as his lover requested, finding
himself wondering what kind of lover his little one would be when he
was in control. Yugi was ferocious in his submission now that he was
comfortable with their activities, always pushing him to his limits,
but somehow he wasn't certain that trait would translate to the boy's
new position of power.

But when the Pharaoh attempted
to settle himself into a little more comfortable position Yugi
promptly shoved him off the bed and dropped a square of linen on his
head. “Get out of those clothes and wrap this around you. I'm
in the mood to spoil you tonight, after that little display tonight.”
When Atemu did no more than stare at him, Yugi shooed him again. “Go
on, get changed. That's an order.”

The Pharaoh chuckled as he
hoisted himself off the floor, sauntering into the adjoining room to
rid himself of his clothes. Once his lover was gone Yugi gathered a
couple of his favorite vials of oil, moistened a towel and lit a
couple of the oil lamps scattered about the room. A goblet of Atemu's
favorite wine found its way to the bedside table, along with another,
heated towel and some sweet confections that Yugi had stolen from the
pantry earlier in the day.

Atemu
could hear his lover's rapid preparations from the inner chamber. The
Pharaoh smiled to himself, shaking his head at the boy's eagerness.
It was one of his most endearing traits, this willingness to please.
Atemu knew that Yugi would do anything for him, anything to make him
happy. And he knew that he would willingly give his life for his
little love.

But
this new step in their relationship concerned him slightly. This
he wasn't used to, and he had absolutely no idea how to approach this
new role. He had always made the moves, had always been the first to
initiate contact. But they both wanted a true, equal partnership, one
where they relied on each other, and gave just as much as they took.
And if this was what it took for them to become equals than so be it,
he would submit to his lover's passions.

As he slipped out of the sheer
material of his outfit Atemu began to wonder if he would please Yugi,
even half as much as the boy had pleased him. A sudden thought
occurred and Atemu shuddered. What if he wasn't good enough? What if
he couldn't go through with it, if he couldn't manage to give full
control over to his gentle little lover? His face paled as he
imagined Yugi's disappointment. That was the last thing he ever
wanted to do, was to disappoint the gentle, smiling boy he had come
to love.

But he was so used to being the
one in control, being the one who made the decisions. Ever since he
was a small child he had wielded this control, this power. What if
this thought process was so ingrained that he could not rid himself
of the urge to take command of their lovemaking? Sliding the last of
the delicate fabric down his legs until it pooled around his feet on
the floor Atemu began to dread the coming encounter, certain that he
would do something wrong. Something that would cause Yugi to withhold
his love like he had the last time he had screwed up.

A knock at the door startled
him from his thoughts and Atemu hastily wrapped the square of cloth
around his waist, calling out. “Come in.”

“Are
you done?” Yugi peeked into the chamber. Catching sight of
Atemu's nearly nude body in the dim torchlight the smaller royal had
to avert his eyes in order to resist the urge to stare. “What's
taking you so long? You'd almost think you were a woman with as long
as it takes you to get ready.”

“Hey!”
Atemu responded with a snort, although he had already started to
follow his smaller lover back out into the bedchamber. “I
resent that remark.” He complained good naturedly.

Yugi, however, was unimpressed
by the Pharaoh's objection, pulling Atemu up onto the bed after him
and forcing him to lie down on his stomach, taking a moment to
situate him so that his lover could easily reach the glass of wine by
the table without putting too much effort into it and ruining his
massage. “You resent a lot of things lately, love.”

As Yugi straddled his waist,
Atemu turned around to stare up into his eyes, worried that he had
somehow managed to irritate his smaller lover more than he had
previously thought. “Is that a fair assessment, little one? Am
I truly so hard to please?”

Yugi leaned in and pressed a
chaste kiss to his lips, quelling Atemu's fears with a few simple
words. “No, you're not hard for me to please, my Pharaoh. But
you do need to learn to relax and take things in stride. Avaris is no
threat to you, he never was. I love you, my demanding, possessive
Pharaoh. I always will.”

“And
I you, little one.” Atemu reached up, drawing Yugi down into a
mind-numbing kiss, that left the younger of the two breathless and
shivering.

Eventually Yugi regained his
senses, breaking the kiss and pushing his lover back down on the bed.
“Let me take care of you tonight, my Pharaoh.” Atemu
folded his arms beneath him and laid his head down on them, his eyes
closing as he allowed Yugi to do as he pleased. A warm wetness was
drizzled onto his back and the boy's hands were warm against his skin
in the silence. Atemu gave a blissful hum when his lover went to work
on a particularly hard knot between his shoulder blades. He could get
used to this treatment.

As he massaged away his lover's
tension Yugi's mind raced for ideas of how to initiate their
lovemaking session. He had to do it in a way that would not undermine
the Pharaoh's blatant masculinity. It would do him no good for Atemu
to become wary of his intentions during his ministrations. The
Pharaoh gave another blissful groan when his hands found, and eased,
another knot beneath his skin and Yugi leaned in to nuzzle against
his ear.

“Right
there, huh?” He whispered, his breath against Atemu's sensitive
skin causing a ripple of shivers to cascade down his spine.

Eyes barely opening, Atemu
replied. “Your touch is like the heavens, little one.”

Yugi gave a distracted hum in
response. Realizing that he held an advantage in knowing Atemu's most
sensitive, pleasure points Yugi began to suckle at his lover's
earlobe, never ceasing in the soothing motions of his hands. Atemu
purred beneath him, stretching out like languidly like the predatory
cat that he all too often resembled. Yugi worked silently at the
knots of muscle, nibbling on a bare patch of skin whenever the
opportunity presented itself.

Start of citrus content. ;)

“So
tense.” Yugi responded, brazenly running his oiled hands down
over the Pharaoh's bare skin, fingers flirting with the edge of the
material that covered Atemu's backside. His lover twitched at the
boldness of the move, some of the tension returning to his slender
frame. But Yugi only soothed it away again, touching his lips
feather-soft to the back of Atemu's neck, a contented sigh his
reward.

Atemu felt heated, a flush
overtaking his features as what had started out as only a massage
began to take on a very blatant sexual overtone. Each and every one
of his pleasure points was being attended to by gentle hands and soft
lips. He sighed in contentment as Yugi exploited his sensitivity to
its fullest, his breath hitching as the boy became more daring.

Pale hands slid lower, stroking
bronze skin with a touch light enough to resemble that of a feather,
Yugi's mouth following the trail that his fingertips had forged. He
could feel his lover's heart beat accelerate with each gentle caress,
Atemu beginning to fidget beneath him as his lips dipped lower on the
Egyptian monarch's back. In response he lightly fingered the edges of
the scrap of linen covering the Pharaoh from his view.

“I
want so badly to do something nice for you...” He whispered
against Atemu's back.

Atemu let out the breath he had
been holding since Yugi's progressively downward trek had commenced.
“And what would that be, little one?”

Without responding Yugi pulled
at the knot that kept the piece of linen in place, urging Atemu to
his knees. When the Pharaoh balked just slightly, Yugi set a gentle
hand against the side of his face, their eyes connecting. “Do
you trust me, my Pharaoh?”

“With
my life, little one.” Atemu replied breathily, raising himself
just slightly on his knees.

“Then
relax, love, I promise you'll feel only pleasure in what I'm about to
do.” Yugi whispered, leaning in for a lingering kiss.

After breaking their kiss the
Hyksos monarch poured a generous helping of oil into his hands, his
eyes straying to his lover's bared backside as he rubbed his hands
together to spread the oil. The skin was of a slightly lighter shade
than that which Atemu showed to the sun god on a daily basis, the
muscle beneath shapely and firm, so very sexy.

Oh gods...he was getting
distracted. Hurriedly Yugi finished his preparations and began the
task of moving Atemu into position for what it was he wanted to do.

Atemu shivered beneath his
lover's attentions, wondering what move Yugi was going to make next.
He knew what was coming, had instigated the act many a time, and was
trying to roll with it as best he could. But this waiting was killing
him, not knowing what to expect. When Yugi tapped his shivering thigh
gently to help him spread his legs he nearly jumped.

But he swallowed his pride and
shifted so that he could accommodate his lover's request. What Yugi
did next he was not expecting, as the boy shimmied up underneath him
so that he was eye level with Atemu's heavy erection.

“Little
one...what –?” He started.

“Shh...just
relax.” Yugi began. “I've wanted to do this for so long.
Do you mind?”

Atemu shook his head, legs
still trembling. “N-no...but I don't under –” The
word turned into a soundless scream as Yugi took nearly the whole of
his considerable length into his mouth. Once Atemu recovered from the
initial shock he groaned. “Oh gods...”

Yugi only hummed around his
erection, fondling him gently.

Oh gods, so warm...Atemu's eyes
rolled up into the back of his head, his body moving of its own
accord, seeking more of the moist heat his lover's mouth offered.
Yugi's hands moved to his backside, urging him into an unsteady
rhythm, and Atemu gripped the sheets tightly, laying his head down
against the softness of the bed. Sounds of his panting echoed around
the silent chamber as the pleasure coursing through his veins forced
the Pharaoh to close his eyes to block off all other stimuli.

Oh gods his little one was good
at this!

Atemu could feel the slickness
of his lover's oiled fingers caressing his buttocks, but they were
only background noise, the entirety of his attention taken up by the
movements of Yugi's mouth on his cock. One of those sneaky hands
moved beneath to cup him where he was soft and he gave a pleasured
moan of approval.

A sweat broke out on his brow,
however, when that hand crept ever so slowly up behind him to settle
against the one place that no one but himself had ever touched. It
was a weird feeling, slightly pleasurable, and yet wholly unnerving
when those fingers began to massage the sensitive skin around the
opening, and he tensed in response, a deep shudder coursing through
his body.

Yugi could feel Atemu's body
tighten the moment he touched the soft skin of his lover's most
private place. In hopes of forestalling any objections he put more
effort into teasing the hard column of flesh in his mouth. A groan
and another deep shudder were his rewards for a job well done in
distracting the Pharaoh from what he was attempting to do. Once
assured that his lover's concentration was redirected Yugi slowly
pressed the tip of his finger into the puckered opening, sliding up
into the tight, velvet heat. The inner walls of the tight channel
clenching around his finger and forcing a halt to his movements.

And
Atemu jumped in response, Yugi losing his train of thought as he let
his lover's erection slip from his mouth. “It's okay
Atemu...I'm right here...”

Atemu
squirmed lightly, not sure what to make of the unusual sensation.
“Weird...I...ah...AH!” Scarlet eyes opened wide as a jolt
of pure pleasure raced through his system when Yugi probed his
insides a little further. “Oh gods...what?!” He gasped.

Yugi
grinned, turning his attention back to the heavy erection hanging in
his face. “Just a prelude love.” He murmured before
taking the bulk of his lover back into his mouth, working a second
finger into Atemu's body, relishing the mighty Pharaoh's uninhibited
cry of pleasure. Another shudder was his reward, and he began to
massage the inside of his lover's body as he worked him over with his
mouth.

Oh
gods, he couldn't take it. Atemu closed his eyes as another piercing
jolt of pleasure rocked his slender frame. Sweat plastered blonde
hair stuck to his face, his voice unrecognizable as he cried out yet
again at his lover's treatment, caught between the need to thrust
into Yugi's warm inviting mouth or back against the pleasurable
torture of his hand.

He
trembled as those questing fingers pushed further up inside of him,
teasing a spot that he'd always known to exist in others but never
given a thought to existing inside of himself. Those talented fingers
played him so well, leaving him feeling vulnerable and yet comforted
at the same time. His lover's gentle hand on his backside keeping him
spread open for their invasion.

Atemu
tensed as another slick digit was fitted up inside of him,
intensifying the jolts of pleasure rocking his body. He choked as
they splayed out, stretching him open wide, his pleasure point hit
unerringly with each thrust, counteracting the pain that had crept
into his senses with this last motion. He couldn't take much more of
this sweet torture, the sweat gathering at his temples as his body
gave in to his lover's dual assault with another cry.

“Khe...Yugi...I...”
Atemu panted. “I can't...more...please..need you...” His
voice was hoarse already, his words disjointed as he succumbed to the
mindless haze of sensation the likes he had never known.

Yugi
hummed around his erection, the rippling sensation sending him over
the edge with a startled cry. The younger of the two swallowed all he
had to give, licking his lips for what he missed before sliding out
from underneath Atemu and wrapping him up in a fierce hug. “It's
okay love.” Yugi whispered, laying a soft kiss on his lover's
trembling lips.

“Gods,
little one...that was...amazing...” Atemu whispered back
between breaths, his body still trembling fiercely in the afterglow.

“There's
more to come.” Yugi replied, easing the other back onto his
stomach. “You should know that.”

“I...do...”
Atemu nodded shakily. “I've never...I need you...little one...”

With
one last kiss Yugi responded. “Then you shall have me, Atemu,
my Pharaoh.”

With
that being said Yugi snatched up the bottle of oil again and applied
a generous coat to his as of yet untouched erection. He didn't worry
that Atemu would object to his plans anymore, the Pharaoh was still
coming down from his high, and was most likely unable to object to
anything at the present time. As he stroked himself to the sight of
his lover's trembling body lying on the bed, waiting for him and him
alone, Yugi gave a pleased groan. Oh gods Atemu was majestic in the
afterglow, the sight was unrivaled.

Quickly
he finished his business, slipping in between Atemu's legs and urging
him up onto his knees. “I love you Atemu.” He murmured,
lining up his pulsing erection with the entrance to his lover's body.
He would have to take it slow so as not to hurt Atemu in his
eagerness, clearly recalling how gentle the Pharaoh was with his
first time.

Atemu's
eyes widened, fingers clutching at the sheets beneath him as the head
of Yugi's shaft breached the guarded barrier. He bit down on his lip
to keep from crying out as he was stretched to accommodate his
lover's girth. Was this how Yugi felt during his first time? Atemu's
eyes snapped shut, a pained expression contorting his features as
Yugi slowly slid up inside of him, his only thought questioning when
it would end. He felt as though he was being torn apart.

Yugi,
on the other hand, shuddered deeply as he sheathed himself inside his
lover's exquisite heat. The silky feeling of Atemu's walls
surrounding and squeezing his length nearly undoing him. “Gods
Atemu...so tight...feels so good...” He murmured quietly. “Are
you okay...?”

Only
once his lover was fully seated within his body did Atemu dare reply.
“Hurts...but...I am...alright...please, little one...need
you...”

And
then Yugi moved, Atemu giving a mighty cry as his prostate was struck
on the first true thrust. He arched back, as though to follow, only
to catch Yugi as he thrust forward once again. The action tore
another cry from his throat.

Yugi's
eyes rolled up into the back of his head. The heat of those silky
walls clenching so tightly around him, massaging him, as though to
follow his every thrust. It was almost too much. Atemu was exquisite
in his lack of control, nearly wild in his response, the pitch of his
cries not quite fitting with the reserved image Yugi held of his
lover. An appreciative groan left his lips as Atemu nearly sobbed out
his need when he gave a particularly hard thrust. It was nice to see
Atemu let go for once, hopefully an experience he would be allowed to
repeat.

“I
ca –” Atemu cried out. “Too much...”

“Come
on, love...” Yugi gasped. “Just...a little...longer...”

It was
too much, the pleasure was overloading his senses. His hands fisted
tightly in the sheets beneath him, Atemu struggled for control over
his body's reactions to the stimuli. With every thrust he could feel
the heat surging through his system, the pain at the edges of his
consciousness only adding the fuel to the fire. He couldn't control
it. A soft touch to his erection sent him spiraling over the edge
with a resounding cry.

“Ah...Yugi!”

A
pounding at the door went unnoticed as the lover's dropped over the
edge of the precipice. Ryou's frantic voice requesting entrance to
the chamber beginning to seep into their collective consciousness.

“Oh
gods...” Yugi followed his lover into oblivion, the sensation
of those silken walls clenching tightly around his erection his
undoing. “Atemu!” He cried, spilling his seed into his
lover's body.

End
citrus content. ;)

He
collapsed, spent, on top of the Pharaoh's still twitching form just
as the doors to the chamber blew wide open. Wide-eyed, both men
stared at the person rushing into the room, his face pale with
important news. The white haired teen stopped dead in his tracks at
the sight that greeted him, his pale face quickly turning a bright
red.

Ryou
took one look at the position of his king, and his lover and turned
back around with his hands covering his eyes. “Oh gods, didn't
see that...”

“Ryou
what the – !” Yugi pulled out, diving for a scrap of
cloth to cover himself and Atemu with, since Atemu was unable to make
more than the slightest movement in his condition.

Face
still turned resolutely toward the door Ryou coughed. “It's
Anzu, you've got to come! Please!” He added.

Immediately
the two figures one the bed were in motion, one slightly slower than
the other. “What's wrong with Anzu?” Yugi demanded,
quickly rifling through the strewn clothing. Atemu wrapped the cloth
around his waist, his face a mortified shade of red at being caught
in the position that he was in.

“She's
had the baby early, Yugi...no one wanted to disturb you...”
Ryou responded in a choked voice. “But...” His voice
hitched. “I think she's dying...please, come quickly.”

“What?!”
The roar had come from both monarchs as they frantically sorted
themselves out, rushing through the room in search of enough clothing
to make themselves somewhat presentable. Once finished the threesome
flew out of the chamber and down the corridor. Their haste caught the
attentions of their guest, as he peeked out of his chamber at the
sounds of their pounding feet.

Not
knowing what situation would send his hosts flying down the halls in
such a manner Avaris followed suit. The foursome came to a screeching
halt at a pair of guarded double doors at the end of the hall, each
gasping for breath as they waved the pair of guards away. The doors
were wrenched open and the group rushed into the room, not knowing
what sight they were going to meet with.

The
chamber looked fairly clean, a gathering of people beside the large
bed in the center of the room. Pitiful cries of a newborn infant
echoed around in the near silence. Yugi was the first to make his way
over to his half sister, giving a nod of thanks as the crowd parted
before him, three midwives bowing out of his way. He took in the
sight of his sister lying there, a tiny, naked child nestled against
her limp arms, crying softly for a mother that he would never know.

“Anzu...”
Yugi whispered as he knelt beside the bed.

Her
face was pale. Too pale. Gently he reached out to take her hand,
gasping at the coldness of her skin. Tears prickled his eyes as he
took in the sight of her shallow breathing, the way her eyes seemed
to want to open, but fell short of their goal. Yugi had only recently
found out that they were related, one of the former palace servants
finally coming forward with proof of another one of his father's
escapades. But he had always known her as a friend, and valued her
insight and gentle spirit, the way she always cheered everyone up
when life became too much, and urged them on when the going was
rough.

And now
he was losing her. He could feel her life force bleeding out of her
with each labored breath. A tear slid down his cheek. What were they
going to do without her? She was such a cherished part of their
eclectic family. “Oh Anzu...” He whispered. “Please
don't leave us.”

“She's
losing blood.” Honda volunteered, his voice hoarse, motioning
to the head midwife, who nodded solemnly with tears rolling down her
weathered face. “And we can't stop it...Yugi...I don't want to
lose her...” The proud man trailed off on a sob.

Ryou
stepped forward, enveloping their friend in a loving embrace. The
others gathered around to offer what comfort they could. It was out
of their hands. “She lost the strength to speak not long ago.”
Ryou added tearfully. “I knew you'd...you'd want to say
goodbye...”

“Oh
Anzu...we love you so much...” Yugi brushed a lock of
sweat-drenched hair from her face, tears coursing down his cheeks.
“Please don't go...we need you. Honda needs you...Your baby
needs you...”

A
shuddering breath rocked the girlish figure on the bed, and then her
entire form went limp, her eyes barely visible beneath parted lashes.

“NO!”
The choked sob echoed around the room, and the gathering fell into
tears, Honda dropping to his knees in sorrow.

Atemu
had stood toward the back, allowing Yugi and the others a moment to
say his goodbyes. He would not intrude on their grief. As he averted
his eyes from the sorrowful scene he caught the teary eyes of their
guest, and acknowledged the man's presence with a nod, realizing that
the bulk of his disguise had been left behind in their haste.

“I
would not wish this on my worst enemy, this sorrow during a time
filled with such joy.” Avaris whispered reverently. And then he
bowed low before Atemu. “As nice as it is to finally meet the
person who has caused all manner of rumors to float about our people,
I do wish it had been under better circumstances.”

There
were the beginnings of tears in Atemu's eyes as he gave a regal nod.
“You may rise, Avaris, leader of the nomads. 'Tis a sorrowful
day for all. The world has lost one of its lights today. And 'tis a
shame for there are so few left to guide us.”

“Do
you really mean that?” Yugi interrupted, Honda wrapped up
tightly in his and Ryou's embrace.

“I
do mean that, little one.” Atemu acknowledged. “Her ways,
though blunt, were often what was needed in order for your efforts to
persist. She was a treasure, and a tremendous credit to your family,
as her son shall be in the future.”

Honda
broke down completely at the Pharaoh's words, Malik adding his arms
to the combined effort of Yugi and Ryou to hold the man up.
Wordlessly Bakura scooped up the feebly crying infant and cradled it
in his arms, eyes misting over in tears that he had never been able
to cry. Atemu took in the sight of his fearsome friend cuddling the
baby and softening its cries to coos with wide eyes. So unlike the
person he had always known.

“I
know this is a bad time, but we should have her prepared for the
afterlife soon.” Seto reminded the group in a soft voice. “No
one would want her to be lacking.”

“No...you're
right...” Tearing himself away from the group gathered around
him Honda nodded. “Let me wash her...I need to
say...my...goodbyes.”

Tears
streamed down sorrow stretched faces at the newly widowed husband's
words, and the group filed towards the bed to say their own goodbyes,
Egyptians included. They hadn't known the young lady as long as their
lovers had, but she had still left a distinct impression on them
before her untimely death. Her son would be well cared for by the
entire family, should he live through his first months – and
they would try their hardest to make certain that he did.

Avaris
had made himself scarce from the moment they had begun discussing
arrangements, and the older man slipped back inside the door cradling
a beautiful pendant in his hands. Without pausing the old man sidled
up to Honda, pulling at his hand to drop the fragile piece into his
palm. Once finished he pushed the brunette's fingers into a fist
around the piece of jewelry. “I know it is not much Lord Honda,
but it is a blessing from our people that she find her way back to
the one who has touched this pendant when he makes it to the
afterlife.”

Tearfully
Honda hugged the older man tightly to him, ignoring all thoughts of
custom in his appreciation. “Thank you, Lord Avaris, I shall
see...that it is laid...to...rest wi-with...her...body...”

With
that the lanky brunette let go and the group filed out of the
chamber, their hearts heavy with grief. They adjourned to the dining
hall, with no thoughts of sleep, to find alert servants ready with
pitchers of wine and plates of fruit and cheese. As they made their
way to the cushions gathered around the low table the group ignored
everything but the wine, each lost in their own reflections.

Bakura
cuddled the now sleeping child to his chest as a woman approached
him. “I have heard of your family's woes and I am so very sorry
this has happened. The child will be hungry soon, Lord Bakura.”
She said as she bowed before him. “My sister has since lost her
baby and if you wish I could have her sent up from the stables to
nurse him.”

Bakura,
not knowing what to do, glanced around the room to see hesitant nods.
“Honda is not here to make the choice.” Ryou responded
for him. “But I am sure he would be pleased if you would do
so.”

The
woman nodded gracefully before exiting the room in search of her
sister. The matter settled, all eyes returned to their previous
positions, centered on the hard wood of the table before them. No one
spoke for several minutes, though the silence was anything but tense.

Finally
Avaris cleared his throat, giving a quiet prayer to his gods for the
girl who had just lost her life. When he was finished there was not a
dry eye left in the room.

“That
was beautiful, your Highness.” Jou replied, casually wiping at
a tear.

“Forgive
me, I do not wish to intrude, but it is something that is spoken for
the loved ones of our tribes and I could not help myself.” He
replied.

Talk
gradually sounded from around the table as the group found themselves
broken from their silence. Yugi and Ryou reminisced over their
childhood exploits with their now deceased friend, tears lining their
eyes. Jou conversed with Seto and Marik on the plans to fortify the
palace in case of the oncoming threat of revolt.

Malik
eyed his glass, listening to the swirl of quiet conversation flowing
around him, while Bakura's eyes were still glued to the tiny figure
in his arms, for some reason drawn to the child in hopes that this
one would have a better beginning than he had. A protective streak
that he had never imagined growing within his heart at the sight of
the tiny, helpless infant.

“I
have been meaning to ask...” Avaris began, his attention on
Atemu's stony features. “How the triplets are faring? I have
not seen them in ages. I do hope they are well.”

Atemu's
attention turned toward the man seated next to him, his hand
searching out, and finding Yugi's beneath the table. He felt gross,
would have felt violated if it weren't for the seriousness of the
situation. But he would not leave his little one's side after such a
catastrophe. Slender fingers squeezed his in recognition of the
comfort he was trying to convey and Atemu replied. “They are
well, in fact, Solomon was sent to join his brothers only last rise.”

And it
had been a fight to get the old man to go, Yugi's grandfather was
still concerned that their relationship was not as stable as he would
like. But go he did, after Yugi gave him a list of all the reasons he
would be better off in Egypt – starting with the fact that if
they had to worry over his welfare they would be distracted and may
put themselves in jeopardy due to their concern. It was clear that
the Hyksos royal was beginning to move all those that he cared about
out of the country in preparation for the conflict that was bound to
happen.

“They
were my best friends growing up. My people were all amazed when the
three of them were allowed to live rather than be subject to the
customary drowning of duplicates. The stories that came out of that
happenstance were astounding, the love their family seems to have for
each other almost legendary – even in this time. And I see that
has not changed. It is nice to witness such a bond in these troubled
times.”

Atemu
nodded, paying scant attention to the older man's musings, even as he
carried on the conversation. Yugi was beginning to fall asleep where
he sat. He could practically feel the the energy draining from the
smaller form beside him. Deciding that enough was enough he stood,
pulling Yugi up with him and gave his salutations to the group around
the table. And then he pulled the boy into his arms and strode
purposefully from the room, shushing Yugi's quiet protests as he
walked.

Only
once they reached the sanctity of their private chambers did Atemu
let his little one down, and only to push him down onto the bed,
pulling him into his arms to kiss away the forming tears. “I am
so sorry, little one. I truly am.” As Yugi calmed in his arms
he whispered. “Do not fight it, my beautiful little one, let it
take you away, back to see Anzu again.”

Yugi
murmured something incomprehensible and settled down against him,
curling up. Atemu grimaced at the sticky state of his body but
settled down too, to drift off into sleep.

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