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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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Thank
you guys for the reviews! For being so patient I have another quick
chap for you. Oh, and as I forgot to mention earlier the poem from
the chap before was found – and added – by my beta,
Renaiya880727. Between Brian Jaques and her they deserve the credit.

And
on to the story – I don't own any of this but the plot!

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A
forlorn sigh passed his lips as Yugi's attention was once again drawn
to the outside world with an acute sense of longing. The soft sounds
of laughter floated in through the window on a gentle breeze and his
eyes glossed over with the need to see his friends again. Oh gods he
missed them!

Several
weeks had passed since he had last laid eyes on the familiar rolling
hills of his homeland, as well as the faces of his friends, including
Malik, whom he had not seen since his confinement to the Pharaoh's
suite, and he had never felt so alone. Sure, he had settled into his
new life fairly well, even gaining some new companions among those
Egyptians he was allowed the company of, but it just wasn't the same.
Not at all.

Within
days of his arrival his wounded, yet unfailingly optimistic nature
attracted what had amounted to a small group of cherished
acquaintances that were determined to help him settle in with as
little strife as possible. And although they would never take the
place of those he had left behind, he was glad to be the recipient of
their sincere companionship while he was lost and grieving in such a
foreign land, a place where he was still quite ignorant of their
customs.

With
a silent groan Yugi forced the memories from his mind and his
attention back to the task at hand, nearly spilling the fragrant oil
that his instructor had handed him not moments before his
subconscious had directed his attention elsewhere.

Gently
Yugi set the delicate glass bottle back on the low, polished table,
his spirits flagging with the knowledge that the remainder of his
life would be spent currying favor to a person whose quicksilver mood
changes kept him constantly off balance and gave way to the curious
mental image of him walking on eggshells within earshot – and
striking distance – of a lightly slumbering lion.

He
had only a couple of weeks of training left before he was to assume
his role as the Pharaoh's personal slave. And there was so much he
was required to know, so much he was required to be. From what
Mahaado and the others had implied he was to be his captor's eyes and
ears around the palace, expected to entertain his majesty at the drop
of a hat, the last link in a long line whose most important job was
to keep the Pharaoh from the threat of poison or attack, even if it
meant the forfeit of his own life.

Not
that the role in and of itself was all that physically demanding
since the Egyptian monarch knew well how to defend himself as well as
how to entertain himself for the most part, much of what he needed to
do was keep the Pharaoh content, but there were so many details to
remember, so much that required his full attention in order to
accomplish the tasks with the infinite poise and grace that was
expected of the Pharaoh's royal servant.

Life
was so much simpler when all he had to do was obey his father's
occasional outrageous demand, make it through his grandfather's long
and oftentimes boring lessons, and just basically stay out of sight
for the rest of the time – which was easy enough to do when his
friends were always wanting to...Yugi cringed, tears springing to his
eyes. Oh, gods how he missed them!

He
missed Jou's ability to curl up in a corner beside the fireplace when
their conversations lasted well into the night, mumbling in his sleep
without remembering anything of what he had said the next morning.

He
missed watching as Anzu and Honda tiptoed around each other in a
poorly disguised effort to conceal their budding romantic feelings.
He missed Malik's ability to start arguments and loud debates over
the simplest of things just for the sake of argument. And most of all
he missed Ryou's cheerful morning greetings and his gentle
companionship.

The
small Hyksos royal had written so many letters to his friends over
the past days, but as of yet had been unable to send them. It wasn't
that he had been forbidden to, exactly. He just couldn't do it. He
couldn't even bring himself to ask permission to use one of the
beautiful birds that the Pharaoh kept on hand just for such a
purpose.

It
was his fault they were in this predicament, and it was his lack of
responsibility that had led to Shizuka's death. He just couldn't do
it. So he stashed the notes underneath the plump pillows that served
as his bed, waiting until the moment came that his conscience would
relent and allow him to make contact once again.

Shizuka.
Oh, what he would give to turn back time, to warn her of the
impending disaster before fate had the chance to strike so cruelly.
His heart still ached with the memory of her smiling face as she was
carried off into the sunset on the day of her wedding. Had she been
given her place amongst those in the field of reeds, watching over
him and the others as they blundered through their lives. Was she
happy?

Thwack!

“Ouch!”
Yugi put a hand to his abused ear, giving his instructor, Mai, a
pouting glare as he swiped ineffectively at the moisture in his eyes.

The
voluptuous blonde rolled her eyes. “Don't say I didn't warn you
mister daydreamer. You are supposed to be learning the properties of
the many different scents of massage oil, and when best to use them.
Not staring out the window like some love-struck jackal.”

Yugi
ducked his head under her diatribe, feeling – if it were
possible – even guiltier. He had promised her that he would
learn to the best of his ability and he was loath to let her down
after all she had done for him. “I'm sorry Mai...I just...I
miss them something fierce. Do you ever miss the people from your
former life?”

Mai...The
no-nonsense, well meaning blonde dancer had rapidly wormed her way
into his heart, reminding him so much of Anzu – and of home. He
had been rather surprised, at first, to find that his teacher in the
sensual arts was only a few harvests older than he was, guessing her
age to be somewhere in the mid-twenties.

But
she had quickly proven why she was considered very capable of looking
after the Pharaoh's harem on her own – had the Pharaoh actually
felt the need for one. A quick-witted, feisty blonde from a foreign
land she was ever so prompt with a light slap or pinch whenever her
charge was not paying attention. But she was also just as quick to
offer the comfort of her shoulder and a sympathetic ear to one who
had too much on their mind.

Mai's
expression softened to one of understanding and she wrapped her
newest, and only, charge up in a gentle hug. “No honey, I do
not. I have always been a pleasure slave, as my mother was before me.
That is the sole reason I am to instruct those in the Pharaoh's harem
rather than being a part of it.” At the stricken look in her
young charge's eyes she gave him a tiny smile. “I would rather
it be this way, hon. I like being able to pick the men I sleep with.
So don't look like that; I'm quite happy where I am.”

“But
what if –”

“Mai...may
I have a word with you?” The Pharaoh chose that moment to poke
his head through the doorway, pushing aside the sheer red fabric that
served as a door with an exhausted sigh.

Atemu
had been so busy as of late, with the gathering of the high council
in addition to his normal courtly duties. He had never realized how
heavily he relied on his Grand Vizier, Siamun, until he had returned
to find that the elder man was off dealing with a family problem that
had come up during his absence. Now, between his advisor's defection
and the forthcoming confrontation with the Hittite king it had been
almost impossible to find the time to see to his captive's welfare.

Not
that the task was expected of him, exactly, it was just something
that he had needed to do. The whys of this particular need were left
largely unexamined due to his reluctance to delve that far into his
attraction to the young Hyksos king with so much else hanging over
his head, he just knew he needed to. Once again he cursed his
Vizier's need to deal with this unforseen family situation, leaving
him feeling lost and vulnerable without his filtering presence.

He
hadn't even known that the old man still had family left, Siamun so
rarely spoke of them. And now the elder advisor was off doing only
the gods' knew what, and for however long only Siamun himself knew.
He could only pray for the elderly man's safe return. The Pharaoh
shook his head, sighing again as he stepped fully into the room only
to stop dead in his tracks, transfixed by the sight of his
captive wrapped up in another's arms.

Yugi
quickly scooted out of the blonde's embrace when his captor's
perceptive gaze narrowed on their compromising position, once again
finding the scenery outside the window rather interesting. What was
the Pharaoh doing here during the day? He rarely ever saw the
gorgeous monarch before the sun god was well into his journey, and
that was if he saw him at all. Most times he only heard the man's
mesmerizing voice from the halls beyond.

Though,
from what he had glimpsed before turning away the Pharaoh looked like
a god himself, his pristine white shenti held in place with a braided
wrap of deep purple that cascaded down the front, providing a
contrast against the stark white cotton. Glittering bands of gold
encircled his neck, his biceps, his wrists and his calves, large ankh
shaped earrings dangled down to brush against his shoulders.

But
it was the large winged crown perched upon his brow that seemed to
reinforce Yugi's beliefs that his captor was of another, more
heavenly, species entirely, as the young king snuck another glance
before turning away with a blush. And was that a small diamond stud
on the side of his nose? Had that been there the whole time? Perhaps
the only reason he noticed is was that he'd been forced to get his
ears pierced the day before. His ears still stung from where Mai had
stabbed him with the sharply pointed diamond studs...well, that and
the slap.

Yugi
blinked and shoved the thought to the back of his mind, leaving room
for more important questions to crowd into the forefront. Would his
captor punish him, believing him and Mai to be on more than just
pleasant terms? Yugi shivered visibly as he recalled the man's fiery
temper the last time they had disagreed on an issue.

Mai,
on the other hand, had the audacity to laugh at the incensed look
that settled over her Pharaoh's stern features.

“Oh
come on honey, he's just a little homesick right now,” she
admonished, her tone light with a familiarity born of her long-time
friendship with the aloof sovereign. “I'm not going to molest
your boy-toy without your permission, you have my word.”

Yugi
blushed at the word boy-toy,
but
kept his face averted, refusing to get in the middle of what looked
like the beginning of a fight just to object to a name.

Atemu
rolled his eyes at Mai's playful tone, eventually giving in to the
childish urge to stick out his tongue at her – but only once
Yugi's eyes were averted. “Mai...come – walk with me for
a moment.”

Mai
nodded, rising to her feet gracefully to follow her sovereign out of
the room and down the length of the hall before rounding on him with
a concerned, deliberate look. “What's wrong, my Pharaoh? Are
you upset with me? Did I cross a line? If so...I apologize, I didn't
mean to get so close to your little toy...but he just looks so...out
of place, so downhearted right now that its tearin' me apart.”

“It
is fine, Mai...” Atemu shifted from one foot to the other,
distinctly uncomfortable with the knowing look that his childhood
friend was giving him. She was as perceptive as one of the large cats
that roamed the fringes of the desert, able to pick out a wounded
look from a mile away. “I only came to see what your thoughts
were on having him trained before the council returns...”

Since
most of the high council had left the palace not long after their
arrival, Atemu's bitter words and irrefutable evidence of innocence
ringing in their ears, the Pharaoh had been able to breathe a little
easier. But they had promised to return as soon as possible, not only
with all of their absent members, but with the Hittite king as well,
for he had refused anything less than the full assemblage of the
council in order to put to rest the dispute between Hatti and Egypt.

At
the most they would return just after the harvest, not long before
the new year; at the least, it would take a little over a month. And
Atemu had no idea how they would react to the knowledge that he had
forcibly stolen the Hyksos king from his kingdom, which was something
that he had kept well hidden during their brief stay.

He
needed this time to figure out what his attraction to the petite
ruler was – and what he was going to do about it, for he knew
there was no way he was going to give the boy up willingly. Not
without understanding why he felt this pressing need, this consuming
desire to be near him, to touch him and see him smile.

A
wide grin stole across the blonde's features at Atemu's uneasy
expression. She was very adept at reading between the lines. What her
Pharaoh wanted to know was when his little fixation would be ready to
receive his attentions without balking. She shook her head
laughingly. Her young savior had it bad. And what was worse, he
didn't even seem to know it – or acknowledge it, at least. Oh,
to be so young and naive again...She wouldn't wish it on her worst
enemy.

When
she had first come into the Pharaoh's service he had been one to leap
from bed to bed, seemingly oblivious to his many partners'
declarations of undying love. To her he had always seemed as if he
was searching for something, something that had remained just beyond
his grasp. Perhaps he had finally found what he was looking for in
this small, quiet child from their neighboring country.

The
elegant blonde couldn't help herself as she chuckled out loud.
Whatever their attraction was she would enjoy watching the two of
them dance awkwardly around each other as they settled into their
roles, since she sensed the same unyielding fixation from her young
charge concerning his captor.

The
boy's feelings were all too evident in the soft blush that stole over
his features whenever the graceful monarch entered the room, the
sharp intake of breath whenever his sensual baritone voice was heard
from the outer halls, the way her charge paid careful attention to
whatever was said concerning the Pharaoh. This situation just proved
that men were completely oblivious when it came to the softer
emotions such as love. Oh, she was truly going to enjoy this.

Atemu
gritted his teeth in the face of his friend's laughter, torn between
admiration and irritation. In that single, defining moment he finally
understood what Otogi had seen in her that day so long ago, when his
amorous friend had dragged him bodily into the brothel with the sole
intention of speaking with her face to face.

Mai
was a beautiful woman, and he had never had a reason to regret
stealing her from that lifestyle – until now that is. Right now
he had the distinct impression that she knew something he didn't, and
it irked him beyond belief.

“If
you are finished...?” He raised an elegant brow.

“Oh
honey,” Mai laid a gentle hand on his shoulder, looking on him
as though he was the younger brother she never had. “I'm not
laughing at you...I'm really not. But...I shall give you two a moment
alone, you both need it.” She squeezed his shoulder softly.
“Tell Yugi that I will return when Re has passed halfway
through his journey.”

And
then she was gone. Atemu stared after her graceful form as she
rounded the corner. Then, with a shake of his head, he proceeded into
the room that held the one he had been longing to see for the past
couple of days. A serene smile came to his lips as he caught his
captive in the process of picking up various bottles of oil and
bringing them to his nose in order to catch a whiff of their heady
fragrance.

When
the boy almost dropped one he couldn't help but let out a soft
chuckle, bringing his captive's attention his direction.

Yugi's
eyes widened when he caught sight of the Pharaoh leaning so
nonchalantly against the door frame. He hadn't realized that he was
being watched. Cautiously he set the beautifully crafted bottle of
sandalwood scented oil down on the table, dropping to his knees in
the graceful bow that Mai had taught him during their first lesson.

“My
Pharaoh...” With his eyes glued to the floor Yugi wracked his
brain for the answer to why the Pharaoh would take the time to come
and see him at this time of the day. He knew how tight the Egyptian
monarch's schedule was; after all he would soon be sharing it with
him.

Atemu
quirked an eyebrow at his captive's acquiescent behavior, not having
expected the young royal to give in to his position so easily.
Something was not quite right about the situation, but he shoved his
misgivings into the corner of his mind for later perusal, preferring
to spend this unusually free day in his captive's intriguing company
without such questions. He would worry about them later when he had
time to sort everything out.

Pushing
off from the wall Atemu sauntered further into the room, intent on
making the most of the boy's complacent attitude, his eyes drifting
over the tiny figure bowing low before him. The little one looked
absolutely delectable dressed in only a light shenti, with the twin
bands of gold signifying his ownership encircling his biceps as well
as the one around his neck. Did he dare come any closer? Did he trust
himself to not give in to his urges this time?

“You
may rise, little one.” Atemu commanded gently, “I just
stopped by to see how you were settling in.”

Yugi
rose to his feet, blinking away his suspicions as he kept his gaze
rooted to the floor. He didn't trust the other's motives, not at all.
As the Pharaoh moved a little closer he backed up a step or two in
order to keep a proper distance between the two of them. His captor
gave him a questioning look before sighing deeply.

“Why
do you hide your eyes from me?” Atemu questioned. “You
have never done so before.”

“A
slave is not allowed to look upon his master.” Yugi replied
softly.

Atemu
made a strangled groan in the back of his throat. He should have
known that someone would teach the boy that little tidbit. “You
may look at me, little one. I give you permission.”

Yugi
blinked, not knowing what to do. Mahaado and Mai had been very
specific when instructing him on his new role. He was not to make eye
contact with his new master. Technically no one beneath the rank of
priest was allowed to look directly at the Pharaoh. But didn't his
captor's directive override that? That was a topic that hadn't been
covered by either of his instructors.

“I
do not wish to make you uncomfortable, little one.” Atemu said
softly, disappointed when his captive's glance flitted around the
room, refusing to look straight into his eyes.

He
deeply regretted his actions concerning the smaller royal since
coming to the conclusion that the other had nothing to do with his
friend's death, but he was unable to come up with another solution
that would allow him to keep the boy on his terms – and he was
loath to just let him go. “If my presence disturbs you than I
shall take my leave. I just hope you understand that we shall be
required to be in each other's presence before long.”

“Wait...I,
uh, I don't mind if you want to hang around...” Against his
better judgment Yugi reached out to stop the imposing monarch from
stepping out of the room, his hand coming to a halt inches from
Atemu's shoulder, eyes catching and locking with the Pharaoh's
astonished scarlet orbs.

He
couldn't let the other leave like that. More than anything he would
love to get to know what was kept hidden beneath that stern,
dignified expression that was always settled on those exotic, angular
features. He so often got the distinct impression that the Pharaoh
was not exactly content with his life and that he was silently asking
for someone to understand that fact without judging him for it.

Atemu
had whirled around at the softly spoken words, disbelief written all
over his face before the emotion was hidden again beneath a mask of
calm. “Are you certain?”

Yugi
nodded hesitantly. “We could play a game of senet...or if
you're in need of a massage, I've been learning that too...ah-haa...”

Ducking
his head the young Hyksos mentally kicked himself for mentioning that
fact. He had been looking around the room for something that the two
of them would be able to do without having to come into close contact
– and when he saw the bottles he just blurted out the first
thing that came to mind. Gods he was an idiot!

Atemu
sighed mentally as he watched his young captive cringe after making
the suggestion. “A game of senet is fine, little one. Mai shall
return not long after the midpoint of Re's journey, so we have only a
little time.”

Yugi
nodded, taking care not to let his relief show as he crossed the room
to pull down the box containing the senet board and its pieces, his
nerves taut as bowstrings. Mahaado had taught him how to play on his
first day in the palace when his memories had threatened to overwhelm
him and he had taken to the game quickly, often trouncing both Mai
and Mana – another one of the young women that he had made
friends with in his time in the palace – whenever they had the
chance to play.

Atemu
watched with a hint of awe at the natural, liquid beauty that his
captive displayed as he crossed the room. The little one had no idea
the effect he had on him. Even now the Pharaoh could feel his body
stirring at such simple, graceful movements. Atemu shifted
uncomfortably as his captive set out the board, arranging its pieces
to his satisfaction before giving him a questioning look.

As
they sat down to play Atemu cleared his throat, “I have word
from Hyksos...”

Yugi
glanced up as he tucked his legs beneath him, eager to hear word from
his homeland. He had wanted to know if his friends were okay for so
long, but feared their reaction to his unwitting role in Shizuka's
death. Deep down he knew the fear was unwarranted, but he felt it all
the same.

His
emotions must have been visible, for the Pharaoh reached out to lay a
reassuring hand on his arm, the innocent action sending tingles along
his spine. “You were not responsible for her death, little one.
You had enough on your plate as it was. They do not blame you for her
demise.”

He
had not intended to touch the boy but the shy smile that he was
graced with was enough to make Atemu take in a sharp breath. That
simple turn of the boy's lips was enough to brighten any dark night.
And he couldn't help but smile in return, the unfamiliar, but honest,
expression feeling foreign on his face.

“Thank
you.”

Atemu
waved him away, “'twas nothing, little one. Shall we have our
game...?”

As
they played Yugi learned that his friends were getting along well
enough, even going so far as to make the Egyptians the butt end of
their numerous pranks. He laughed out loud when the Pharaoh mentioned
something to the effect of Seto being unfortunate enough to walk
underneath one of the eaves where someone – it was unknown
which one of his friends was responsible, but he had a good idea –
had let fly a bucket of indigo dye. Supposedly the high priest's skin
was still a dark shade of blue when Bakura had gotten around to
writing the letter a week later.

He
was happy to learn that Jou had made progress in coming to terms with
his sister's death and that he was on the road to recovery with the
added help of Ryou, Honda and Anzu, who had been allowed to stay with
him until his initial grief had lessened.

His
blonde friend would never again be the same carefree, roguish person
that he had always known and loved, he understood that, but Yugi held
tight to the hope that he would, at least, come to attain the sense
of peace that he deserved once enough time had passed to allow the
raw, open wound to heal.

The
young royal was also more than ecstatic to learn that Ryou had won a
position as one of Bakura's confidants after a certain brush with a
half-wild horse that ended up with the younger white-haired boy's arm
in a sling as a result of a major sprain. His soft spoken friend had,
in the past couple of weeks, endeared himself to the ex-thief by
helping him settle into the role of advisor that had been thrust upon
him.

By
the time Atemu won their game – leaving Yugi to ponder how his
captor had made such a comeback in such a short time – the
Pharaoh had promised to let him look over the letters that his
friends had sent along with Bakura's. Yugi looked up with laughing
eyes as Atemu offered to return the board to its place on the shelf,
not expecting to have had such a pleasant time in the company of his
enigmatic, and often temperamental captor.

Yugi
stood, adjusting his shenti self consciously as the Pharaoh walked
back toward him. Atemu took his chin in his hand gently, placing a
soft kiss on his nose. “I had a pleasant time, little one.”

“I-I
did as well...”Yugi blushed at the unexpected contact.

The
look in those sparkling amethyst eyes was entirely too much for Atemu
to resist, and before he could think about his actions his arms were
reaching out to pull the boy up against him, his only thought was of
the need to taste his captive's addicting lips once again.

Suddenly
the young Hyksos was caught up in a crushing embrace as Atemu swiftly
claimed his mouth in a passionate kiss. He melted into the other's
waiting arms, instantly helpless to the rush of emotions that
followed such a heady combination of taste and scent. Whatever the
Pharaoh bathed in it was absolutely intoxicating. His grip tightened
on the other's muscular shoulders and he leaned in against the
enticing heat that radiated off his bare chest.

A
wandering hand slipped underneath his shenti, surprising him with the
warm touch and Yugi instantly backed up against the wall, trying to
free himself from the other's embrace. “S-stop!”

Atemu
pushed against him, his reason lost in a cloud of lust, a longing so
deep for someone who would care for him – not the crown he
wore, or for his exotic looks – but him himself. So many times
since their first meeting he had felt a kindred soul in this young
Hyksos royal, someone who understood his dilemma, understood what it
was like to be pursued, not for who he was, but for who
he was.

He
could feel his captive's resistance diminishing as he continued to
rain kisses down on the boy's lips. He couldn't stop; it was like an
addiction, one that wouldn't be soothed until he'd had his fill. He
desperately needed this young boy's approval, his love, his
body...wait...what?!!

“Please!”
Yugi managed to turn his head aside as the Pharaoh's kisses suddenly
stopped, crying out fearfully. “I can't...”

Reality
washed over Atemu like a bucket of ice-cold water, pulling him from
the fantasy world. Regretfully he released his hold and backed away,
trying to rein in his thoughts and control his lust at the same time.
He had scared the boy again! It wasn't his intention. Most times all
he had to do was crook his finger and there would be a willing body
in his bed. But his captive had denied his requests, not once, but
twice. Why?!

“You
find me repulsive.” Atemu stated matter-of-factly.

Yugi
looked up from where he had folded in against the wall, surprised.
“Wha – no! I-I don't find you repulsive – I –you're
gorg–” He clamped his mouth shut before finishing the
thought.

Atemu
was confused. “Then why do you spurn my advances?”

Yugi
bit his lip indecisively. He was so off balance with everything that
had happened lately that he didn't even know who he was, let alone
try to establish a relationship with someone as indecipherable as his
captor, not even a sexual one – especially a sexual one! And he
definitely wasn't ready to tell the whole truth yet. Not to the one
who had stolen him away from his friends. He wasn't sure if he would
ever be. But neither was he willing to lie to avoid a confrontation.
In the end he settled for one of his more prominent reasons.

“I-I
don't...I don't know you, your Highness...and...ah...it makes
me...I...I can't...it's hard to explain...” he trailed off
softly.

Atemu
blinked questioningly. “What does knowing me – or lack
thereof – have to do with the act of our sleeping together?”

“I
just...” Yugi started, gesturing with his hands when the words
refused to come to him. “I...I can't sleep with someone I don't
know...I-I need...I just can't.” His gaze slipped to the floor,
his shoulders sagging, when he realized that the other had no idea
what he was trying to say and he made his way towards the doorway
with his head hung low. “I'll just go now...”

Atemu
brought a hand up to scrub at his face wearily. He didn't want to
lose the little one, not like this. But there was so much information
he was lacking, and he didn't know what to do. He had never been in
this situation before and he found it wholly unnerving, to say the
least.

“Hold
it, little one,” he called out quickly, halting the other's
motions as he made his way to the entryway where the boy was
shivering, his beautiful eyes downcast.

Maybe
there was a solution to this dilemma. Atemu remembered very well
Mahaado's words cautioning him to take it slow with his newest prize.
And he hadn't understood their meaning at the time, but he was
beginning to now. There was something in the boy's past that kept him
from falling into his waiting arms, as his other conquests had.

Mahaado
was very perceptive when it came to those sorts of little details,
perhaps he would be wise to follow his instruction. There was clearly
something wrong here, something that went well beyond their ties as
slave and master.

When
the boy cringed at his advance Atemu stopped short to lean against
the wall beside him, “I do not mean to be so forward...I seem
to...lose my common sense when I am around you. I...” He heaved
an uncomfortable sigh. “Why do we not make a compromise, little
one?”

Yugi
swallowed thickly, not exactly trusting the other's motives. Yes, he
felt an attraction to the exotic Egyptian monarch, but he hadn't had
enough free time to sit down and figure out exactly what it all
meant. And he needed that time so desperately right now. Time to
figure out who he was, as well as why he was so drawn to this
forceful, enigmatic person. “W-what kind of compromise?”

Atemu
reached out to brush a stray lock of blonde hair out of the boy's
face, dismayed when his captive jerked away from his touch. He
dropped his hand back to his side dejectedly. “If I were to
court you properly for two weeks...if by the end of that time you
still have objections then we shall discuss what happens next. Is
that acceptable to you?”

Yugi
chewed on the inside of his lip, mulling over the proposal. Two weeks
wasn't a very long time. But, on the other hand, his captor was being
more than generous in allowing him this chance. “I-I guess...I
don't...” Failing to see any other options available he nodded
hesitantly, “uh...okay.”

Atemu
let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding when his captive
took the bait, suddenly feeling a whole lot more optimistic than
before. He could turn this situation to his advantage, all he needed
was a little time. “Then I shall see you when Re begins his
journey upon the morrow.”

The
Pharaoh gave him a slow, sensuous smirk and Yugi ducked his head,
feeling a fluttering in the pit of his stomach. A light, lingering
touch as the other walked away sent a jolt of electricity through his
trembling frame and he watched his captor round the corner, Mai's
form reappearing where Atemu's had just vanished, and Yugi couldn't
help but think that he was only delaying the inevitable.

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