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The Pale Savior	By : SasatheShy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Four: Five Lords

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   Clear juice drizzled down Yuugi’s chin as he nibbled blissfully on a fresh grape. He sat in a rather long white robe that belonged to Atemu while enjoying the new, sweet taste that fascinated his happy tongue. Before him rested plates filled with many other foods which never before delighted his stomach. Bread with a creamy honey spread, almonds, fish, and pigeon each brought a new flavor to Yuugi’s mouth, filling up his thankful stomach.

   All he ever got to eat back at the small village was chicken eggs, warm milk, bread, and slabs of unnatural meat, if lucky. Though he wanted to eat all he could of the luxurious cuisine, Lord Atemu ordered he take it slow, as Anzu had previously suggested.

   Across from Yuugi sat Atemu, entranced by Yuugi’s hunger. The Lord swished around his fine wine in a copper cup, took a sip, then set it next to his plate. “You are enjoying the meal?”

   Going red, Yuugi wiped at his mouth. “I…Yes.”

   “I am glad that you are.”

   Yuugi’s cheeks burned with unnecessary embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”

   “Sorry?” Atemu blinked, stunned. “And why is that, Yuugi?”

   No words could be said. Yuugi shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. He thought that if he answered to the Lord poorly, then he’d be punished. Not by death, he was certain, but there were other ways for a slave to learn his place. “I…”

   “Do not worry, Yuugi,” Atemu said. He leaned forward, giving Yuugi a memorable smile. “What’s mine is yours.”

   The Lord was so kind, and Yuugi could not help but return that faithful smile with one of his own. He continued to eat, taking small bites of the well-seasoned fish next. The spicy flavor caused his tongue to tingle. Quickly, he sipped on some of the water provided, its coolness refreshing.

   As he ate, Yuugi watched Atemu’s every move, and he could not help but ponder the Lord’s peaceful life. What tasks had he to endure? What responsibilities and motives? And how had he become a Lord? How exactly were the Lords chosen for their superior positions? He wondered if Lord Atemu had information on the other Lords, and if so would he be willing enough to share with a mere Pale Face nobody?

   “Is there something you would like to say to me?” Atemu asked, unable to control the slithering smirk that appeared on his lips when Yuugi slumped, as if hoping to play invisible. The innocence of the other made Atemu chuckle. “Please do. I would love to hear from you, Yuugi. If you wish to speak, speak. That is an order.”

   “Well…” Yuugi drifted, afraid. He knew he had to obey the Lord’s command, but doing so proved difficult. “I do -- I do have one question.”

   “Go on,” Atemu nodded.

   Yuugi gathered his courage, and went for it. “Atemu, you are one of the Five Lords, and I, well, I want to know about you, and about the others. Why are you a Lord? Why is Seth one? And what are the others like, and how were you all chosen?”

   Not having expected that, Atemu leaned back in his own chair, highly amused and flabbergasted. “That’s a mouthful.”

   “Ah,” Yuugi gaped. “I’m -- I’m sorry!”

   “No, no, it is quite all right,” Atemu said. “I wanted to know what was on your mind, and now that I do, I will answer. But first, I want you to make me a promise.”

   Going more pale than entitled for, Yuugi gulped softly before nodding. He had to obey. “Okay.”

   “Promise me that you will listen not as my servant, but as my compatriot.” Atemu paused briefly, understanding the other’s confusion. “I do not want you to be afraid of me, nor do I want you to feel that you have to ask for permission to speak with me. You are going to be my head servant, and with that role I expect to talk with you, no matter the importance of thy topic. Do you understand Yuugi?”

   “Yes, Atemu,” Yuugi said.

   Atemu did not correct Yuugi on his title. Though people were to refer to him as Lord, he rather liked hearing his name trail between those beautiful pink lotus lips. “I understand your position Yuugi, but believe me when I say that I have no intentions of making you miserable. Now then, sit up straight, look at me, and listen well.”

   Concentrated on his duty, Yuugi cleared the fear from his mind. Atemu was right, he knew. He was no longer in Hell, but in a secure haven, gifted with a master whose benevolence reigned mightily, making any servant wish that they could all work for him. So sitting up, with his backbone firm, and with his ear volume on full blast, Yuugi gave his Lord the greatest smile affordable, showing that he was ready to become what his new occupation had to offer.

   “Very good,” said Atemu. With a gentle smile, he leaned back, and told Yuugi the tale of the Five Lords. “Over one hundred years ago, the Gods became dreary of ruling this land, so in order to free themselves of the burden, they selected five men, each with a magnificent strength of their own, to become what the land would soon worship as the Five Lords. Lords are as the name suggests. We are the kings of the land, and each of us was given our own piece of soil to do with as we pleased.”

   “As you know, I, Atemu, am one of the Five Lords, and I am called the Lord of Tranquility due to my well-nurtured land. I do not take kindly to violence, and I work hard to please the Gods --” He paused for but a moment to take a sip of his wine, “-- You have met with the second Lord, Seth. He is my cousin, and he is referred to as the Lord of Intellect because he is highly wise, smarter than any other man I’ve known. He knows medicine, and he even knows a little magic, whether you believe it is real or not.”

   Chuckling, Atemu placed down his cup, thinking of his cousin with elation. “He, as I, has his own piece of land but he does not tend to it as often as he should, having vowed to stay by my side. But I make him travel to it on occasion in order to make sure it remains in well order.”

   “The third Lord is called Bobasa, Lord of Riches. He rules at the highest point, where the mountains are rockiest. He was given his name for his particular interest in wealth, banquets, dancing, and women. The bastard is fat and lazy, but he has a heart of gold and rules as I do, to please the Gods.”

   Atemu lowered his voice. “Now,” he took but a second to think, “The final two Lords I know little about, for no one’s heard of or seen them since the beginning of our ruling. Not even I have seen them, but I can at least provide a little detail on the fourth Lord. There is a wasteland miles from here, far to the east where people claim to have seen him in the darkest hours of night. They call him the Lord of Shadows, for he lives like a nocturnal creature. They say he rises from the earth, an undead who thirsts for blood.”

   Yuugi shivered, not at all minding if he never met the fourth Lord. He sounded terrifying. But the third, Bobasa, did not sound too bad at all. He sounded rather fun.

   “I’m afraid,” Atemu continued, “That I know nothing about the fifth and final Lord. He is a mystery to all Lords, but if he is hiding, well -- I suppose I cannot blame him for wanting to.” Sometimes, Atemu wished he could hide. “And so, us five were destined to rule, and have been doing so now for over a hundred years.”

   “Amazing,” said Yuugi when Atemu took a pause. The young servant had listened intently, and hearing about the Lords, and their given titles made for one hell of a story. Yuugi thought for a moment, his eyes widening. “Wait a minute! One hundred years? But -- but that means…”

   “Yes Yuugi,” Atemu interrupted, smiling. “I am immortal.”

   Yuugi gasped. He closed his mouth, feeling he had been inappropriate by showing how shocked he was. “You mean you can’t die at all?”

   “No. I cannot, nor can the other Lords. We are all immortal. Have been since chosen by the Gods. If I were to prick myself with this knife, I will bleed, but the wound will heal in seconds. My blood would return in my body as if it had a mind of its own.”

   “Unbelievable,” breathed Yuugi.

   “Perhaps.” Atemu’s mood changed. A sign of sorrow overpowered him.

   Not understanding, Yuugi asked, “What do you mean?”

   “Everything about the Gods decision seemed fine, in the beginning, but they made a crucial mistake.” Slouched in his seat, Atemu tapped his fingers against the table. “Not only did they give up their required titles to five simple, once mortal men, but they also entrusted three of us with the power of the legendary items of gold. The three Sennen Items.”

   “Lord Bobasa was given the Rod, and it is said that the Lord of Shadows obtained the Ring, and I was given the Puzzle. The Gods told us to protect the items well, for each held an inner power that could destroy the land. Though the Rod is safe, and mostly likely so is the Ring, I was a fool to have lost the Puzzle. It was stolen from me.”

   “And you have no idea where it might be?” Yuugi asked, him sitting on the edge of his seat.

   “Afraid not.” Atemu sipped on his wine, giving his dry mouth a soak. Speaking of how foolish he had been to lose the Puzzle burned his remorseful soul. He had failed the Gods the moment the Puzzle was out of his line of sight. “But there is a single grain of hope, Yuugi. Though the Gods entrusted us Lords with the Items, they warned us that the Items truly belonged to three souls of good. The souls of three mortals that would someday claim the items for their own, giving them the power to place the Items within the stone slabs hidden within a temple on the far reaches of the land.”

   Shaking his head, Yuugi took a moment to take in the story’s power. “Is that bad? I mean -- what would that do?”

   “I do not think it is bad,” Atemu said. “In fact, I want for that to happen. You see, if the Items are placed within the slots, then they will be destroyed. Us Lords will become mortal again, the world…”

   “Would finally find peace?” Yuugi finished for Atemu, knowing that it was the fault of the Gods for discerning their duties.

   “The Gods meddled with nature, and thus the Land became filled with the sins of man, for the world was, from that point on, run by man. Emotions of good, however, could still be traced, and in order for the land to return to its once peaceful, balanced self, then the Items which portrayed the core between darkness and light, would have to be put to rest.”

   “That’s incredible,” Yuugi breathed. “Do you think the Puzzle will ever turn up again?”

   “Well,” Atemu began, reminiscing the flash he knew he had seen. “I do not know, Yuugi. But enough storytelling for one night. It is getting rather late. Come, let’s get you to bed.”

   Getting to his feet, Atemu placed his gentle hand in Yuugi’s own, and led the boy to another room just opposite of his. It was another bedroom. Though smaller, it acclaimed the same warm atmosphere that generated from the Lord’s own chamber. Close to a small window rested a bed suited for two, decorated in fine red and blue cushiony blankets with golden-laced red pillows. The room had plants, a nice basket to place clean clothes in, and stands for candles, statues, pottery, and other decorations.

   Yuugi’s eyes never drifted from the bed. His bed. “My own room?”

   “Yes,” said Atemu. “Get into bed.” He helped Yuugi in, and pulled the covers over Yuugi. “There. Sleep well, Yuugi. Come morning, you will have clothes of your own, and I shall assign you your first task.”

   Nodding, Yuugi watched the Lord go over to the entrance of his new bedroom. Before Atemu could leave, Yuugi shot straight up. “Atemu?”

   The Lord eyed his head servant. “Yes?”

   “I…” Yuugi said, fighting back tears. “Thank you.”

   It was astonishing, really, how easily Yuugi claimed to the immortal Lord his appraisal. He saw a glint in the Lord’s eyes, and for a brief moment, the short Pale Face was certain that the Lord was mad at him for such an outrageous outburst. How wrong he was.

   “Go to sleep Yuugi,” smiled Atemu. “I will see you in the morning.”

   The Lord left. Alone in his very own room, Yuugi cuddled into the soft, fuzzy covers, unable to shake off the happiness he felt as his eyes slowly closed shut. Strangely, he had no nightmares about his mother that night.

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   The Lord of Tranquility retired to his bedroom. He had stayed next to his new servant’s door until certain that the boy had fallen asleep. It was time, now, for him to settle in, to find comfort in his own bed, but a troubling itch approaching below the waist tempted him to care for an out of the blue need, first.

   He closed his eyes, standing still in the middle of his bedroom. His mind speculated on the delightful Pale Face accompanying the room across from his. His skin warmed and his groin heated instantly.

   Glancing at his door, he prayed for no interruptions while undressing. He removed his mighty purple gown, and pulled off his shirt, setting each on the bed before very slowly removing the shenti draped around his waist. Exposed to seclusion, the Lord Atemu sat on the edge of his bed. He pressed his bareness into the silky sheets, wholly relaxed and ready for relief.

   People would assume that, as a Lord, Atemu was capable of having anyone he wanted to join him in zeal, but this was hardly so. Throughout his lifetime, before and after becoming immortal, Atemu had only ever been intimate with one: Salihah, his radiant chatelaine. But his true desire, his greatest desire, was to find that perfect man to make his. And he believed he’d found that one. Yuugi was perfection, and Atemu was determined to make that beautiful individual his.

   He ran his hand along his firm stomach, clutching hold of his aching cock. Simply passing Yuugi’s name off his lips caused satisfying pleasure. He groaned and allowed his eyes to close. It snapped Yuugi’s picture whilst he stroked his greedy cock.

   The image he dreamed had Yuugi kneeling before him, begging to please his Lord willfully. Atemu commended to his servant’s wishes, forcefully pushing the frail boy’s head towards him.

   “Take it,” he’d say, “In your mouth.”

   “Yes,” Yuugi would breathlessly comply. He’d take his master’s dark tip, and suckle it with his smooth lips. He’d bop against it, masterfully using his tongue, and making sure to not leave one inch of skin untouched.

   Atemu brought his other hand to his mouth, not needing to alarm his servants or guards passing by in the dim hallway. His hand sped up, his temptation rose. Yuugi would pleasure what lie beneath Atemu’s cock next, happily lapping and licking like the obedient slave he was. He wanted to make his Lord release. He wanted his Lord to feel fucking good.

   “Please,” Atemu throbbed.

   And in the final act, Yuugi would take his Lord long and deep.

   Atemu could take no more of his wild imagination. He succumbed to what he craved, gasping as his seed poured over his stomach. The pleasure had lifted, but the desire kept strong. Sighing softly, he brushed at his golden bangs, embarrassed by his fantasy yet encouraged to aim for it.

   “I’ve been living in Hell,” he muttered. “I deserve to have what I want, and I want him.”

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   Early that next morning, Yuugi sat on a small stool, with his Lord Atemu sitting in front of him. He wore his new outfit, a fine blue shenti and shirt with a silvery white sash and jewels. Wearing the fashionable material made him feel like royalty. The material was silky against his skin, and it did not itch or torment him.

   Beside him rested a fine table ornamented with a selection of bottles filled with various lotions and perfumes and make-ups. It had surprised him greatly when Atemu ordered him to have a seat before choosing random products from the collection.

   “Keep still,” Atemu said gingerly. He gently applied to Yuugi’s eyelashes a fine black liner, giving Yuugi a tint of almond eye. Then came the kohl, a make-up made of soot and galena. The Lord applied this to Yuugi’s forehead, cheeks, and neck, to help prevent burning from the sun, and to keep pesky insects at bay, such as mosquitoes and flies.

   “Is this necessary?” Yuugi wondered allowed, not meaning to offend, if he had.

   “It is very important,” Atemu said. “We wouldn’t want anything to happen to you, now, would we? This will not only soften your skin, but it will prevent sunburn.”

   Yuugi pouted a little, murmuring, “But it feels weird.”

   “You’ll get used to it,” Atemu chuckled. “Every man, woman, and child staying in my palace must serve this routine, Yuugi. As must you. I don’t want anyone catching fever or injury because they refused to not care for themselves.”

   Atemu grabbed the last bottle. From within radiated a strong scent. Yuugi did not like it and his nose scrunched up. “What is that?”

   “Cinnamon perfume.”

   “Cinnamon?” Yuugi fidgeted as the back of each ear was given a dab.

   Yuugi supposed this was what it took to be healthy. His previous owner never cared, in any way, about his servants’ appearances. So, naturally he never cared about health, either. Yuugi was thankful for his new home, and his new life. He had to be thankful for the smelly perfume and strange make-up as well.

   “There,” said Atemu, placing away the last bottle. “All done. You look exquisite, Yuugi.” He reached his hand out, placing his thumb carefully on Yuugi’s precious lower lip. “I see that scar is healing nicely. Seth has the finest medicines. Let me see your hands.”

   Yuugi turned his palms face-up. They were still blistery, but the medicine had some effect.

   “Hmm.” Atemu nodded after examining each. “I believe it’d be wise to not have you lift a finger, as of yet. So I will have you accompany me until your hands heal.”

   “No work?” Yuugi gaped.

   Atemu shook his head. He got to his feet, ushering for Yuugi to follow. “No work. Besides, you seem to deserve a bit of a break with the evidence clear. Enjoy it, Yuugi. I know you will.”
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