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The Pale Savior	By : SasatheShy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh, nor do I make a profit off of the writing of this story. It is for fan purposes only.

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Chapter Seven: The Request

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   With his meeting concluded, Atemu went with Magic, tailing him to the kitchen. He ordered his chefs to prepare the finest feast for two (also known as Yuugi’s favorites.) Smoked fish, moist honey bread, a large bowl filled with grapes, and sweet pomegranate juice.

   “Bring it straight to my chambers,” Atemu ordered. “Do not let that fish run cold.”

   He turned on his heel to retire to his bedroom. He suspected Yuugi would be in his own, possibly working on another puzzle or playing with a game. To his surprise, he heard shuffling coming from his room, and he saw that the door was wide open.

   “Get down Puzzle!” Yuugi’s voice echoed. “No. Bad girl. That’s the Lord’s bed.”

   Smiling, Atemu pressed against the door to take a peek inside. He saw Yuugi trying to take hold of the small kitten, who had made herself comfortable on Atemu’s royal pillow. Puzzle mewed loudly, slipping from Yuugi’s grip like soap. She pounced off the bed and ran to hide under it.

   “Puzzle,” Yuugi whined, getting on hands and knees. He looked under the bed. Puzzle curled into a ball, frightened. “Puzzle, come out. Please?”

   Atemu quietly stepped into the room, admiring Yuugi’s behind sticking up in the air. He waited a moment, letting his urge to feel that adorable ass shrink before tiptoeing his way over. He bent his knees, looking underneath his bed without alerting Yuugi. He smiled, seeing Puzzle watching them with scared eyes. They were wide and her tail had puffed up.

   “What is going on here?” he asked.

   Yuugi gasped loudly, sitting up. “Atemu? I -- I’m sorry, Puzzle somehow managed to get into your room. I didn’t come here for anything. I just -- I was just trying to get her out, and I don’t know how she got in…!”

   “Whoa,” Atemu put his hand on Yuugi’s shoulder. “Slow down. Take a deep breath. It’s okay.”

   “I don’t know how she got in.” Yuugi bowed his head, shaking a bit himself.

   “She caused no harm.” Atemu peered under the bed, chuckling. “She’s fast asleep. I think she’ll be okay under there for now. Our dinner will be here soon. Why don’t we sit while we wait?”

   Yuugi got to his feet, relieved. He had yet to see the Lord of Tranquility enraged, and was beginning to wonder if the Lord was immune to anger. He smiled, welcoming Atemu’s kindness as he took his seat. He was getting pretty hungry. It was way passed their usual dinnertime. He was also nervous, for he recalled Atemu wanting to speak with him about something important.

   What could it be? Had he done anything wrong? Was Atemu going to send him away? Possibly back to his previous, insane owner? Cowering, he hugged himself, trying not to lose control. It pained him to think about that place. He still had the occasional nightmare of his closeness with death, his head in the sand to await the swing of that cutlass anxious to take off his head, and of the thick fog swallowing his mother whole before he had the chance of reaching her.

   Atemu took his seat. Magic had sprawled himself on top of his master’s bed. His tail swatted the soft covers, him a bit annoyed by the little feline still resting underneath the bed.

   “Well now,” Atemu said softly, “Did you have an enjoyable afternoon?”

   Yuugi nodded. “Yes.”

   “Good,” Atemu smiled. “We um… We do not really know all that much about one another, do we? You’ve been here for two weeks now, and yet I know so little about you. Who is Yuugi? Where did he grow up? I want to know all.”

   Surprised, Yuugi glimpsed at his Lord. “You want to know about me?”

   “Very much.”

   The Lord was serious, but Yuugi did not believe him. “Why?”

   “Well --” Atemu paused to scratch nervously at his arm, “-- Because Yuugi, I’ve grown fond of your company. You may find it dubious, but even though I am a Lord, the Lord of Tranquility, respectfully, I do not have many people I can talk to. I do not have many people I can relate to, besides Lord Seth. While people grow old, he and I never do, and it is hard to not want to get too involved. But with you, Yuugi, you make me feel the happiest I’ve ever felt. I am thankful that you have come here.”

   Yuugi could not figure out why he started to cry. He wiped at his cheeks, stunning the Lord with his fountain of tears. “You don’t -- want to get rid of me?”

   “Get rid of…?” Atemu gaped. He shook his head. “No, of course not. Why would you think that?”

   “You told me you wanted to speak to me about something important,” Yuugi sniffed. “I -- I thought you were going to send me away. I thought you were going to send me back.”

   Getting to his feet, the Lord hurried around the table. He brought his hands upon Yuugi’s shoulders, embracing him with a bear cub hug. “I would never send you back there, Yuugi. Never. And I am sorry if what I told you spooked you, but there is something I do wish to speak with you about.”

   “What is it?” Yuugi asked as Atemu gave him a washcloth. He wiped away his tears, drying his eyes and cheeks. He was glad Lord Atemu planned on keeping him, but he was cautious still, and a bit scared.

   There was a knock at the door. Atemu told Yuugi to wait a moment as he answered to the servants who had brought the two’s dinner. Atemu welcomed them in. The two silver trays were set down on the table. One servant, a young girl, carried a jug filled with pomegranate juice. She placed it in the middle, bowed, and left her Lord to dine, following the other two servants out.

   Atemu had thanked them, of course, but he was glad once he and Yuugi were alone. He retook his seat, smiling. “Well now, let us eat.”

   He revealed Yuugi’s favorites. The fish looked crisp and delicious, the honey bread moist, and the juice smelled wonderfully sweet. Immediately, he saw Yuugi resurrect from being sad at the sight of the food. He personally adored that glorious glow.

   “Smells good,” Yuugi whispered.

   “Go on. Eat.”

   Yuugi did, serving himself a whole fish with its bones removed, and some grapes and a slice of bread. He ate like a pig, having yet to properly learn table manners. Atemu ate more fashionably, cutting his food and taking small, sensible bites.

   “Easy Yuugi,” he chuckled. “I wouldn’t want you to choke.”

   Blushing, Yuugi slowed down to eat like Atemu. He did best he could.

   Atemu allowed some time to pass before deciding his issues to be discussed with Yuugi were to be now or never. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on the table and his chin on top of his folded hands. “Yuugi? Tell me about yourself. About where you’re from.”

   “Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?”

   “Well, no,” Atemu said. “But I think it may act as a good start. Please.”

   A little uncomfortable, but committed to keeping his new home, Yuugi commended to his Lord’s request. “Well, I used to belong to this family. I don’t remember where they lived, but I served them and so did my mother and grandfather. We were fed, not much though, and the house was very crowded. I was little, I don’t remember too much.”

   “But -- but then,” Yuugi quaked. “Then those men came -- he came. He purchased me, and took me away. My mother, I remember hearing her pleading, crying. She did not want them to take me from her. I saw my grandfather hug her, and that -- that was that last I saw of them.”

   “I’m so sorry,” Atemu said. “But I am sure they are safe.”

   “Mom said we would see each other again --” Yuugi paused to brush the back of his hand across his eyes, not wanting to cry again, “-- But I feel as if I’ll never see her again.”



   “You do not remember how old you were?’

   “I think I was six or seven. I’m eighteen now.”

   Sighing, Atemu leaned back in his chair, deliberating what he just heard. “That is a long time.”

   It’d be a miracle if Yuugi’s mother and grandfather still worked for this family Yuugi mentioned. Even more so if they were alive, or at least the young one’s grandfather. The Land of the Five Lords could be cruel in the most obscene of ways. Yet, if they were alive, by chance, then they’d have to be somewhere in the Lords land. One could not leave so easily. Especially one with light skin.

   Atemu shared Yuugi’s pain. While he never knew his mother, who died in childbirth, Atemu watched his own father die of illness when he was age twelve. He reigned since young, and now -- now he could not even die to greet them both in the afterlife.

   He had a challenge to face. He would secretly search for and find Yuugi’s mother. He did not care how long it’d take. He only prayed the woman was safe, and that she had not been sold to a foreign land. He asked Yuugi for his mother’s name, and listened well as Yuugi described what he recalled of her appearance. Surprisingly, he remembered enough. She had been a Pale Face, of course, with brown hair cut short by the previous owner, and with eyes gentle brown. Harumi, was her name. He locked it all in memory.



   “Well,” he shortly murmured. “I think it’s time.”

   Yuugi wiped his sticky chin with a cloth piece, wanting to give his Lord his full attention. Not only that, but he was still terrified as a cat caught in a rainstorm. He did not know what to expect, believing that it was possible he’d be sent away, even if to a different place from where he came. He grasped the table to keep steady when Atemu started to talk.

   “Yuugi, what I wanted to speak with you about is quite personal to me, and I want you to understand that what I’m about to ask of you is quite serious.”

   “Okay,” Yuugi whispered worriedly.

   “I have a request,” Atemu carried on. “Well, I suppose, first, I have a confession. You may think it’s odd that I, one of the Five Lords, does not have women thrown at my feet. The truth is, I am not attracted to women.” He stared straight into Yuugi’s big eyes. “I am attracted to men.”



   “Really?” gaped Yuugi.

   “Yes,” Atemu nodded. “And upon your arrival, I realized that I could not stop thinking about you.” He saw Yuugi slouch, and was certain the boy knew where this conversation was going. “I like you, Yuugi. I like you very much, and… Well… I would like you to be my courtesan.”

   Yuugi sat dumbfounded. He did not know how to react, mostly because he did not know what a courtesan was. He slid back up his chair, less frightened now that he’d heard Atemu’s request. He had to assume a courtesan was nothing but a job of some sort, perhaps nothing too difficult. Before he could ask about it, Atemu continued on.

   “You do not have to decide now,” he said softly, almost sadly which confused Yuugi, “But I would like you to at least consider. To think about it. You may take as long as you need. I will not force you to be my…”

   “Atemu…?”

   “Yes, Yuugi?”

   “What’s a cour - te - san?”

   The Lord turned pinker than a Pale Face forced to spend too much time in the sun. He coughed some to get comfortable. He shifted in his chair, having supposed Yuugi would know, or at least assume by how Atemu spoke to him. That beautiful face obfuscated a heap of innocence.

   “Well Yuugi, if you decide to accept my offering, you will never again have to lift your finger. You will have servants of your own, attending to your needs, and you may do whatever you like. You may roam any part of the palace. If you wish for more puzzles, I can send for plenty. Games, too. Or tomes for you to read.”

   “You mean it’d make me like some sort of royal?” Yuugi gaped.

   “Well, no.” Atemu slowly leaned forward. He placed his hand over Yuugi’s own. “You will be treated like one, but you still serve me. And there is one task that every courtesan must do, including yourself. It is what makes a courtesan a courtesan, and not just a head servant.”

   “What is that?” Yuugi wondered, doubting it’d be anything he couldn’t handle.

   Atemu brought his other hand to join his first. They held Yuugi’s hand together, cupping it gently. Atemu stared directly into those favorite eyes, sinking into them, not losing his courage. He would be honest with the darling Pale Face, and claim what he desired. “The one job I ask of you is to honor me with your body when I ask for your company, to share my bed, to share my heart.”

   Yuugi still did not understand what Atemu meant by that. He did not know that a courtesan had limited requirements, most which took place in the privacy of their master’s chamber. Atemu made this clear. He did not, however, foresee Yuugi’s distress. Quickly, he rose from his chair and moved around the table. He would catch the boy, if he dared run. He would hold the boy close, if he dared not.

   Yuugi could not move. He rose as Atemu lifted him from the seat, forcing him to face him.

   “Yuugi,” Atemu murmured, then closed in on Yuugi’s quivering lips. “Let me at least have this small bit of pleasure just in case you decide to decline me.”

   Pleasure? What was that supposed to mean?

   Atemu neared him with better confidence. Yuugi could not blink nor breath, stunned by how close his Lord was getting. It was as he watched those tawny lips part that he knew what Atemu was doing. He had no time to react as Atemu’s lips captured his own. A ravishing spark dismissed his sensitivity as his lips swelled slowly. They approved this newfound taste, fond of its unexplainable goodness. Yuugi could not pull away, but he felt slightly afraid when Atemu’s moist tongue glided itself over his chapped skin.

   Atemu retreated, to his own disliking. He had wanted to further enjoy that which he craved. It had been amazing to finally feel Yuugi’s pink lips. The result left his brain rattled and his groin aflame, but he would go not a step further. He did not want to make an enemy out of the young man he cared about.

   Once Atemu’s lips left his own, Yuugi was finally able to catch his breath. It released loudly, causing him to flush over. “Atemu?”

   Atemu smiled. “I await your answer in anticipation. For now, it’s getting late. Would you like me to escort you to your room?”

   Yuugi considered saying yes, but instead he shook his head. “No. Thank you. I can manage.”

   “I see.” Atemu was hurt, but he shook it off. “Sleep well, Yuugi.”

   Having left the room, Yuugi retired to his own bedroom, wishing at that moment that it was not across the hall from Atemu’s. He raced to get under the covers, not bothering to change into his nightwear as he felt his eyes swell with tears.

   He didn’t know what to do, since he now knew exactly what Atemu wanted. If he agreed, he supposed there were benefits. He would not have to work. He would get to have more games and things that’d belong to him. He would be able to feel important, for once, in his life. He would not be looked upon as dirt underneath the feet of the Dark Faces.

   If he declined, Yuugi felt it could be bad. He did not want Atemu hating him. He did not want to be sent away or punished. He did not want to hurt Atemu. That kiss… His lips were still recovering, as well as his body. It had been nice.

   Being close to Atemu, Yuugi believed, was what he wanted most, even if it meant giving up more than just his lips.
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