Adult-FanFiction.org : Yu-Gi-OH

Pretending	By : phantomness Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
And� another chapter!
Disclaimer: Yu-gi-Oh! Belongs to Kazuki Takahashi. I make no
profit off this fanfiction, and it belongs to me under international copyright
laws. Don�t steal and don�t sue. Thank you, *Phantomness bows*
Yes, I know Mahaado is male. However, I�m not sure
Yami does. So he might use incorrect gender pronouns. This is despite the fact
that Mahaado is anatomically male. Yes, you heard that right! And there�s lemon
in this chapter, ^^
Chapter 5

�� Yami didn�t
like the Palace. It was too big and too open and there weren�t walls around to
keep him safe and he missed hearing the magic hum. The first night, he was so
frightened that Mother came out and held him and petted him until he stopped
crying, and he mewled underneath her hands as she kissed him gently and rubbed
warm oils into his pale skin, bleached white by years without the sun.
�� The next
night, he was a little bit better, but only a bit. The food they had was too
greasy and too oily and he was violently sick. The servant girls had fluttered
around like doves, but they were noisy and stupid. So he let Mother out and she
was very, very soft and warm and she washed his hair and put him to bed and fed
him fruit and soft flesh that didn�t make him sick.
�� The servant
girls were never seen again.

�� Akunadin
frowned. It had been two weeks since Yami had come back to the Palace, and it
was clear that he was in no shape to rule. And yet, and yet� the Puzzle refused
to accept himself, refused to accept Seto, as the Ruler of Egypt, and without
the Puzzle, one could not be Pharaoh.
�� The Puzzle
wanted Yami.
�� And
whatever the Puzzle wanted, it got.
�� The next
morning, Akunadin woke up to find Yami with the Puzzle around his neck. Only it
wasn�t the Puzzle, because� he rubbed his eyes.
�� Holy� the
Puzzle and Ring had fused, with the Puzzle replacing the triangle in the Center
of the Ring.
�� That was not
good.
�� But they
had to go through with it.

�� The
delegate raised his eyebrows. This mere slip of a boy was the Pharaoh of Egypt?
Well, he wore the golden symbols marked with the Eye of Ra, but even so�
�� He bowed as
he began to recite his speech. Halfway through, he noticed that the Pharaoh
wasn�t even listening to him. Anger boiled in his heart and he reached for his
throwing daggers. Screw the treaty! He wasn�t going to be ignored!
�� Akunadin
sighed and waited for the bloodbath that would sure follow. The Pharaoh tended
to be rather cruel to those who openly attacked him.
�� Yami smiled
sweetly as he pressed his hand to his chest and willed Mother to appear. She was
beautiful, dressed in royal armor glittering bright�. Black Magic blasted the
delegate back, not killing, and not sealing, for Mother did not seal any more,
but enough that he would think twice about attacking Pharaoh again.
�� He coughed
blood from his bruised chest and cast a murderous glance at the monster
floating at the Pharaoh�s side.
�� Mother��
Yami said pleasantly, almost as if she had not just blasted the man, �What
should we do about him?�
�� There was
no verbal reply, but the monster slid to its knees in front of the Pharaoh�s
throne and pillowed its head in his lap.
�� The Pharaoh
smiled as he rested his fingers in long lavender hair.
�� The
delegate frowned.
�� A moment
later, the royal guards sighed and escorted him out. It seemed like nothing
else was going to get done this morning. The Elected Priests also bowed and
made their exits.

�� Akunadin
seethed as he and Seto stood in the temple of tablets. Either Yami wasn�t
eating at all or he had found some way to prevent poison. None of their tactics
had worked so far.
�� Damn it
all.

�� Mother�s
hands were so very gentle as she slid his legs apart and kissed him there,
where he had never been kissed before and where he would never allow anyone
else to touch him. He gave a satisfied mew, almost purring, as wetness slid
down his body and pooled with liquid fire between his thighs, and Mother smiled
at him as she slowly rose from her kneeling position. Her armor melted away,
leaving her in a simple kilt of sheer white linen.
�� It reminded
him of the Sacred Ceremony, and Mother writhing beneath him as the
hieroglyphics cut into her skin glowed a beautiful red color, and he stood,
nodding. He could still see the scars, white chains of spells over tanned
flesh. Mm.
�� They closed their eyes, and it was a quick
walk to the Royal Bedroom. There were no guards or servants watching. He had
expressly forbidden any of them to come near his room, except to clean.
�� He pressed
Mother down onto the bed beneath him, and wrapped his hands around the hard
shaft jutting from between her legs. She gave him a smile and he felt his heart
melt again, as he carefully stroked her, waiting until she was ready.
�� She almost
was. Good.
�� He lay down
next to her, purring as her fingers sought out his secret entrance, and soon,
she placed her hands carefully on his shoulders and guided herself in. He gave
a moan as his eyes glazed over slightly. Mother�!

�� Afterwards, they sat in the
garden together, clean and wrapped in fine linen, and watched the stars.

�� We have to
do something. This state of affairs cannot continue. Egypt has only just
recovered from a great war��
�� We have
not the power if invasion comes.� Karim sighed.
�� Aishizu
shook her head. �We could send them back to the Sanctuary, Shadah, Karim. That
would be kinder��
�� Akunadin
and his will not let them live, Aishizu. You know that.�
�� But we are
too weak to fight Akunadin and Seto.�
�� Then we
must believe that they know what to do.�
�� But how
can we, Karim? You�ve seen them. The Pharaoh is a child at best, and mad at the
worst��
�� And if
that Ka creature is Mahaado, he is no longer the man we knew.�
�� Yes.�
�� Aishizu
shivered slightly. She remembered her brother, quiet and loyal, but this parody
of him was too gentle and too powerful and too brilliant for her to equate with
him any more.
�� She would
cry for him, but the tears wouldn�t come.
�� Why?

�� Akunadin
stared at the slave-boy shivering in the merchant�s pen, before a smile crossed
his lips. Perfect.
�� I�ll take
him.�

End Chapter
Completed 5/5/06

��
��

��
��
��

��
- 4
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Pretending