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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 Eight: Yuugi’s Decision

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   Yuugi allowed himself to be cooped up in the infirmary for most of the next day. He had awoken with an unusual stomachache, and unable to avoid seeing Atemu that morning, he had to wait until afternoon to see Anzu. He prayed she had the medicine to help ease down the bubbles boiling within. He laid on one of the nursery beds made of straw. He had to wait his turn. Anzu was currently in the back room, tending to a more serious injury. With Seth gone, and with her on her own, it made the job a lot harder.

   Atemu’s gesture was all he could think about, and he did not want to see his Lord. He was too embarrassed, too afraid. He could not get the offer, nor that short, unbelievable kiss out of his mind. It was so difficult for him, to think that he made the Lord feel complete. He didn’t think he was anyone special, but apparently Atemu did.

   His thoughts were appreciatively interrupted as Anzu returned from the back room. She smiled at him as she got out a jar of medicine from a cabinet. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

   “It’s okay.”

   “So,” Anzu sat beside him, “Having some stomach troubles?”

   “Yep,” Yuugi nodded. He watched Anzu lift up his shirt. She placed her hand on his stomach to feel around. Her hand was cold, but it felt like a mother’s touch, serene and comforting.

   “Inform me if you feel pressure,” she said.

   The examination went not as Yuugi expected. Anywhere Anzu applied pressure with her hands, he did not hurt. Yet, the ache was still there. Eventually, he lied when she found a spot on his stomach. He became completely embarrassed when Anzu said his symptoms could simply be gas. It was definitely not gas.

   Anzu saw it as nothing serious. She gave him a reliever medication to help get rid of his uneasiness, but there was nothing more to be done. Yuugi thanked her for it, but he did not want to leave.

   His sluggish uncertainty did not go unnoticed by his friend. “Is something on your mind, Yuugi?”

   Yuugi crimsoned and shook his head. “No. Nothing.”

   “Are you sure?” Anzu smiled. “If anything was wrong, do know that you can talk to me. Not only am I a great healer, but I’m also a great listener.”

   “Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind,” said Yuugi.

   Yuugi dragged his feet once he had left the infirmary, taking his time going through the sparkling corridors. He knew a lion’s den waited for him at the end of the road, and he was headed straight for it. He couldn’t turn left or right. He had to keep going straight. At least he could hide for a while in the safety of his bedroom before he had to face the lion.

   He hurried inside, closing the door behind him. He sighed softly, glad to have not run into the Lord in the halls. Seeing the puzzles he’d accomplished made him feel slightly better. Perhaps starting a new one would ease his mind, to help him decide his fate.

   In the passing hours, he did not notice how late it had gotten until he heard a knock at his door. He glanced up from the almost completed puzzle. “Come in.”

   The door opened a creak, and in peeked Atemu. “Good evening, Yuugi.”

   “Atemu!” Yuugi squeaked. After rushing to his feet, his sweaty hands felt their way to his backside. He patted himself down, confused. In the process, he nearly lost his footing. He suddenly worried his appearance wouldn’t please Atemu, not sure why he even cared. He brushed at the wrinkles on his royal blue clothes. “G -- good evening.”

   Pushing the door open, Atemu stepped inside. He was not oblivious. He saw how Yuugi rustled into place. “Dinner is awaiting us in my bedroom. Shall we?”

   Nervously, Yuugi nodded his head. His stomach was hungry, it growled lightly with an animal appetite. He blushed. Bowing his head, he strutted forward. He’d never felt so awkward in all his life.

   He hurried to get ahead of Atemu, not wanting to show the uncertainty washed over his face. Truth was, he had an answer in mind, but he was afraid of revealing it, knowing full well how Atemu would react.

   “Slow down there,” chuckled Atemu from behind him. “The food isn’t going anywhere.”

   Such a jokester’s comment deepened Yuugi’s blush. He about stumbled over his own toes, but managed to be saved by the strong arms that wrapped around him. He pushed back, stunned. Lord Atemu was so warm.

   “Careful,” said Atemu. “Gracious. Are you okay?”

   “I’m fine,” nodded Yuugi.

   “You seem off balance today.” The Lord smirked on the inside. “Is something on your mind?”

   You know very well what! Yuugi wanted to scream, but nothing but a soft groan immerged. He pushed off of his Lord and sat at the table. He was a bit disappointed to not see his favorites at the table this time. Instead of flaky fish, there was dry pigeon, instead of honey bread, it was plain. The only good thing was the pomegranate juice. He poured himself a serving, then took a huge gulp of it before starting on the food.

   Lord Atemu rested his chin in the palm of one hand, not yet ready to serve himself as he watched Yuugi with fascination. He knew the younger man’s thoughts were on his offer. After all, he’d never seen the boy look this flustered, not even when they first met.

   He began to make his own plate, piling on some figs and bread. “Slow down, Yuugi,” he admonished.

   “Sorry,” murmured Yuugi.

   Atemu sighed. “I feel as if you are striving to escape me, and I don’t like that. Is your mind on last night?”

   Slowly, Yuugi nodded his head. He glanced down, avoiding Atemu’s gaze.

   “I took it too far,” Atemu grumbled. He sighed and he rubbed at his chin, going into thought. “Maybe I shouldn’t of kissed you. I apologize.” He caught Yuugi’s attention and he smiled into those adorable purple eyes finally looking back at him. “I do not want to hurt you. You at least understand this, I hope.”

   “I do know.” He bowed his head. “Actually… I -- I think I already know my decision.”

   “That wasn’t long,” commented Atemu wearily. “You are sure your answer is what you want it to be? I wouldn’t want you to feel in any way rushed, unconfident or afraid, especially of me.

   “I’m not afraid of you,” Yuugi assured, “Really. I’ve decided --“ his pause was deafening to both sets of ears, “-- To accept. I will be your courtesan, Atemu. ”

   Appeased by Yuugi’s answer, Atemu smiled. He moved to take Yuugi’s hand. “I am so happy to hear you say that. I promise that you will be well cared for. You will have anything you want, and may do anything you please. All you have to do is promise that you will do anything for me.”

   “Anything?” Yuugi thought for a moment, curious as to what exactly Atemu was getting at. “If I may ask you something?”

   “You may.”

   “What is it you want from me?” He bowed his head a little. “I’m not quite sure I understand still, why you touched your lips against mine. Why you want me to be a part of your life. I have nothing. And I’m nothing special.”

   Atemu smiled softly as he shook his head. “You’re wrong, Yuugi. You are special, and all I could possibly ask for --” he paused to bring his hand up, reaching across the table to let it brush across Yuugi’s cheek, “-- Is you.”

   When Yuugi looked as if he still did not understand, the Lord rose from his chair and moved around the table. He kneeled into Yuugi’s view, and cupped those darling cheeks. “Here,” he cooed. “Let me show you.” And he hungrily took advantage of those fair pink lips, yet again.

   Yuugi squeaked loudly. He fought weakly to push back, but the charming man had reeled him in. His lips grew moist, swelling against the rich tongue eager to explore a new, thrilling crevice. Yuugi gave in. Atemu plunged straight through his parted lips, intrigued by a sweetness more intoxicating than sugar. Its taste, Yuugi’s taste, was remarkable. Exactly as Atemu dreamed.

   Retreating his tongue, he slowly took between his teeth Yuugi’s sweet bottom lip. He gave it a gentle nibble, treating it with professional care. Gifted by a moan, he beamed happily, gave the lip a little tug, and let it go.

   The Lord licked his own pair, satisfied but not well enough. He opened his eyes, staring seductively at Yuugi while stepping back. “Wait here,” he ordered.

   Atemu went to his wardrobe. Opening it wide, he dug through with eager precision. He had left Yuugi in a daze. The pale courtesan did not know how to react to the wonderful kiss he never assumed would draw from him his breath. He panted softly as he followed Atemu’s movements. He considered running, but his butt was glued to the chair.

   “Here we are.”

   Yuugi saw Atemu hold out a silken sheet midnight blue. Yuugi quirked his head at it. It was lovely.

   Atemu brought it over to him. “I want you to put it on. Make sure it’s snug tight. Use this fine sash.” He smiled.

   “Why?“ asked Yuugi as he raised his arms to take it. The sash was golden as the sun, and soft to the touch.

   “Do as I say,” said Atemu. “I’m off to fetch something. When I return, I expect you to be wearing it, and it alone. Remove your jewelry, your kilt, and your undergarment. Wear nothing underneath. Also, do not sit down once it’s on. We wouldn’t want it to wrinkle, now would we?”

   Yuugi could feel his cheeks heat up. He was burning with utter fear, but another emotion was doing its best to conquer that fear, and it was beginning to win. “Yes, Atemu.”

   Once Atemu had gone, Yuugi did what was asked of him. He dressed down to nothing, then fitted on the silken robe. It was a bit loose. He tied the sash, making sure it was snug. The silk felt amazing against his skin. Such a fancy material delighted him. He crossed his arms, more so hugging himself, not wanting to remove the comfortable softness. Now that he was wearing it, he remembered seeing something familiar to it resting one evening on Atemu’s bed. That material had been a dark purple, however. Yuugi looked decent as any lady would in the fine bluish material. Maybe this robe would be what he would wear from that point on? Maybe it was a requirement?

   He anticipated Atemu’s return. Minutes rushed by, at least, and he grew weary standing in the center of the bedroom. He could not even contemplate what Atemu had planned.

   With his back to the door, he shortly heard it creak, and he turned to see Atemu sidewalk inside. The Lord held a hand behind his back, and made sure that the door was well closed and locked.

   A crescent smile complimented Atemu’s rising desire, for he found Yuugi to be absolutely breathtaking. “It looks good on you.” He stepped over to Yuugi, circling him like prey. “Very good.”

   “Atemu?” Yuugi trembled. “Why am I to wear this?” He coiled his shoulders when Atemu’s hand firmly rested on the left. He froze over, feeling Atemu’s breath on his ear.

   “I think it suits you, Yuugi. Very much.” The lord kissed that frail earlobe. He pulled back, sensing the part of Yuugi that was afraid; however, he could smell it -- an overcoming desire. “Yuugi? Do you trust me?”

   Startled, Yuugi slowly faced Atemu. “Yes. Of course I do, Atemu.”

   “And will you trust me as my courtesan?” Atemu pushed. “Will you be able to handle pleasing me? Will you be able to handle being at my side whenever you are needed, to always help me and love me, and to never betray me?”

   Yuugi never understood just how serious it was to be a courtesan to Atemu. It certainly had to be tenfold with the other Lords. He calmed himself, feeling it was right being where he was. He could not care for himself. He needed Atemu.

   “Yes,” he announced with a smile. “Yes. I am here for you, Atemu, and I know you are here for me, too.”

   “Always,” Atemu assured.

   He brought his hands around Yuugi’s small waist. Rocking his hips, he began to dance blissfully against his very first favorite person, moving slow to an invisible tune. Yuugi followed the not too difficult steps, surprised by this strange motion. It he did not mind. In a few minutes, Atemu pushed him back. Not sure what to expect, he watched the Lord walk backwards. Atemu settled on the bed, leaned back ever slightly, and emanated a deep wickedness with his crimsons gleaming at his prize.

   “Atemu?”

   “Dance for me,” the Lord demanded. He was well relaxed. “Sway your hips.”

   Flustered red, Yuugi slowly bound to his Lord’s order. He moved like an amateur, trying best to move his hips with this strange intensity. As he moved, the robe moved, pressing more into his skin, swaying and breathing against him. He did not realize just how happy he was making the man watching his every move.

   The young man was the greatest gift. Atemu often wondered how he so easily fell for the delightful Pale Face. After all, Yuugi was a Pale Face, and in most places in all the land, a dark skin bedding one was frowned upon. Yet, Atemu couldn’t help how he felt. Being alone for so long, the continuous fear of living forever -- without a lover -- he couldn’t take it anymore. He knew Salihah would be angry with him, but he didn’t care. He wanted Yuugi so bad, and he was going to have him.

   Atemu moaned softly. He was fixated on that robe. It had to go. He could wait no longer. “Stop.”

   The dancing ceased. Yuugi faced Atemu, shocked by the sheer depth of that tone. Yuugi wondered if he had not done it to his owner’s liking.

   “Yuugi,” Atemu tilted his head like a hungry snake. “I want you to…”

   The prince’s pause was unbelievable. Yuugi supposed he had to ask. “What do you acquire of me, Atemu?”

   A long silence followed. Atemu shifted, straightening where he sat. “Disrobe.”

   Lucid Yuugi felt his jaw drop whilst his knees rattled like a cricket’s legs. “Atemu?”

   “Disrobe for me,” he repeated, aggravated that Yuugi was dawdling. “Come on. Let me see you. I want to see you, Yuugi.”

   No. Yuugi couldn’t. He didn’t want to, and knew he didn’t want to. He feared where this was going. He feared being further touched by the Lord before him. After all, the man was a Dark Face, like those back at that disgusting village he had endured for many exhaustive years, slaving away for in the scorching sun. Damn it, why were his fingers inching their way towards the sunny sash without his consent? He closed his eyes, his body aflame as the rope was slowly unknotted. The sash fell first, floating like a leaf in the wind behind him. Then, the robe flew open by a sudden breeze brought in from the open balcony, making him gasp. It gracefully slid off of his shoulders. It fell to rest at his feet.

   The cold from the room met with Yuugi’s bare, small warmth. He trembled in place. Opening both eyes, he was unable to avert away from Atemu’s soft face.

   Atemu was very pleased. He trailed his eyes down that precious, smooth body, becoming well aroused. He lifted off of the bed, leaving a visible bottle on the mattress. He took his sweet time making his way over, admiring what he saw. When he reached Yuugi, he roamed his hand across that soft neck before leaning down to capture Yuugi’s lips once more. The kiss did not last long, for Atemu wanted to further explore more skin, as did his hands.

   His hand moved its way down Yuugi’s smooth back, and soon found a cheek to squeeze. Yuugi gasped, hardly believing that this was happening. Though scared, his body was reacting excitedly to Atemu’s mouth and fingers.

   Pleased with what he saw, with what he heard, Atemu took Yuugi’s hand and ushered him over to the bed.

   Yuugi did not fight when Atemu had him lay on his back. He made sure to not look away from Atemu, too nervous to do so. His muscles tightened and he squeaked faintly when his Lord got over him.

   “Try to relax,” whispered Atemu tenderly. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

   Truth be told, Atemu was as nervous as Yuugi. It wouldn’t be his first time, but he wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt his newest courtesan. He was anxious to know how it would feel, to take that delicious looking behind, but he wanted to do it right. Firstly, he wanted to taste every part of Yuugi’s sweet skin, starting from top to bottom.

   His mouth explored Yuugi without cowardice, tasting his forehead and nose, trailing along a cheek, then pushing into the base of that fragile neck. He gave it a nibble, smiled. Yuugi moaned beneath him.

   So sensitive, Atemu grinned. As he should be. He was going to love this.

   He pecked at the collarbone, then made his way down to trace circles along that fair, silk flesh. He found a nipple and took it between his teeth, licking it to tease. Yuugi gasped loudly. His legs spread as he felt the moisture on his delicate nub. He tossed his head left and right, and squeezed his eyes shut. Atemu was beginning to overwhelm his body.

   Atemu never thought that hearing Yuugi moan would immediately cause him instant rise. He pulled back and took a deep breath as he tried to settle down. Not yet. He would claim his pleasure soon. He would claim what he craved soon. Yuugi’s pleasure mattered first.

   Slowly, Atemu glimpsed down in between those pale legs. He smiled, glad to notice that small stem throbbing. It ached to be touched.

   Patience, Atemu thought. I’m coming for you.

   His tongue slithered to the other nipple, giving it equal treatment before proceeding down. He circled Yuugi’s belly-button (an innie, not an outie,) delighted to watch the small stomach rise and lower as Yuugi breathed heavily.

   When he reached his last stop, he took a moment of admiration. He never thought it possible for a man to be as gorgeous or frail as a woman, but Yuugi was that key exception, and Atemu praised the Gods that Yuugi was all his.

   He started slow, taking Yuugi’s timid hotness in hand. He pumped it, his strokes pleasant. Smiling widely, he became overjoyed as Yuugi squirmed at being touched by a strange hand. Atemu could feel it growing, and with the need to taste, he lowered his mouth over the heated flesh.

   A shrill cry escaped Yuugi. His eyes opened wide. He stared awestruck at his Lord. He tried to sit up, but feeling his delighted stem being pushed in between Atemu’s warm lips was enough to make him fall back against the bed. His body shuddered with want as he strained to control himself. He now knew what Atemu meant when he talked about sharing his bed and body.

   He was afraid a little, with a flashed memory of that crazy woman he saw riding the dark-skinned guard back at the village. Then, he had not wanted to ever consider being touched by a Dark Face, and now -- now it was becoming strenuous to not appreciate this exhilaration he was being gifted with. The pleasure and heat ached terribly, but felt so damn good. He found himself pushing his hips up, wanting more of Atemu’s mouth and tongue. He did not know that he was smiling.

   Atemu withdrew, not wanting Yuugi to release. Not yet. He found Yuugi staring at him with dismay. Chuckling, Atemu stood to undress. He pulled off his upper wear, tossed it aside. He was glad he had caught Yuugi’s attention, for the pallid man was watching him with great intent.

   He could hide it no longer. Atemu pulled his clothes from his skin, tossing aside his fine cloak and shirt, then slid out of his shenti and let it hit the floor.

   Yuugi could not look away, transfixed by Atemu’s fascinating dark erection. It throbbed up and down. Yuugi could not believe it. Atemu really longed for him this badly?

   “Spread your legs,” Atemu ordered, getting Yuugi out of his daze.

   Blinking in surprise, Yuugi felt his legs open wide. He saw the little bottle on the bed. That must be why Atemu had left him alone for a while. “What is that?”

   “An oil mixture,” Atemu answered.

   “What’s it for?”

   Yuugi’s innocence was captivating. Atemu moaned softly as he leaned down to kiss Yuugi gently. “You’ll see.”

   Atemu removed the lid on the bottle, then dunked his fingers into the translucent fluid. He licked his lips. Really he had stolen it from Lord Seth’s room. The Lord of Intellect had a very special young lady in his life, a beautiful Pale Face named Kisara. Atemu knew Seth and Kisara were crazy rabbits, and often used it for lubrication. Now he would use it on Yuugi, to make it easier.

   He drenched his manhood. He stroked himself slowly, then spread a bit of the oil on Yuugi’s entrance. Yuugi shivered, understanding now as he became uncertain about this. He looked up at Atemu, worried, but Atemu gave him a beam of reassurance.

   “Relax,” Atemu said. Then, once his precious courtesan was comfortable, Atemu eased himself just barely inside.

   Yuugi winced. He could feel it enter him, the amazing, long dark stem. It hurt a little, but it felt so right. He gasped softly as Atemu fell over him, pushing in the rest of the way.

   “Ah!” he shrieked, grasping Atemu’s shoulders. His body trembled, his muscles were surprised as they squeezed around this new, wonderful heat.

   Atemu matched Yuugi’s pleasure, groaning with relief. Finally, he got what he wanted. He began to move, making sure to keep his rhythm slow. Yuugi wiggled beneath him as he pushed back in. It was new to him, though, and a bit awkward. He did best to make sure Yuugi enjoyed every given thrust.

   In good time, the two equally rocked against one another, both in complete bliss. Yuugi could feel his mouth running dry with every indescribable pound. His legs grew sore, pushed up to his chest. His back and head both pressed into the cushiony blankets beneath them. His aching tem rubbed along Atemu’s chest, his inner walls were pulsating, inflamed by the passion being received. He whimpered, wanting more. When his legs became freed, he wrapped them around Atemu’s buttocks.

   Atemu’s never felt so happy in all his years of living. He held Yuugi close to him while he grinded his hips. “Shit.” Yuugi’s walls were so tight and warm. They brought him into shock, sending a vibration of blissful waves throughout his body. “Gods,” he shuddered. “Yuugi.” He leaned down to plant a kiss on Yuugi’s swollen lips before pulling out. He was quick to push on Yuugi gently. “Turn around.”

   Yuugi obliged, getting on his hands and knees. He could hardly hold himself up. His felt sore yet it was nearly covered over by an intense amount of pleasure. He never thought his body could feel this good. Right away he felt Atemu slide back into him, hitting that perfect spot. It somehow was able to electrify his untouched manhood, which wobbled back and forth as he was fucked from behind. He lowered his head against the bed sheet, lustfully broken. Atemu thrust hard into him. Once, then twice, wanting to feel him squirm for more. And Yuugi accepted, wiggling and moaning, begging for more.

   Strenuously Atemu pleased Yuugi, doing what he could to not allow himself to release. He would wait, no matter how hard he had to struggle, as long as Yuugi was satisfied from head to toe. It seemed to be working. Atemu gasped sharply, holding firmly to Yuugi’s hips. The boy’s sweated flesh rattled out of control, and Atemu had the feeling Yuugi was getting close. He paused, re-positioned himself while making sure to not get off-balance, and thrust as fast as he could.

   Yuugi’s loud cries were a delight to hear. The young courtesan turned red in the face as he grasped the bed sheets. He whined loudly, startled by the effects of being pierced from behind. He opened his eyes wide, and he shrieked his majesty’s name as the pressure to his prostate caused for his tossing erection to release a white-hot eruption onto the bed.

   Atemu felt Yuugi falling. He shook violently. An explosion gave way within Yuugi, runny and hot. Atemu trembled, so very happy. He almost laughed as he pulled out and laid down. He smiled, for his new lover collapsed next to him. He brought an arm to cuddle around Yuugi, and pulled the tired one close.

   “You’re mine now,” he murmured into Yuugi’s ear after he brushed a finger over that adorable curled bang. “All mine.”

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First lemon for our main characters. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Next chapter coming soon.
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