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Rending the Veil	By : SangoHuntress1977 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3154 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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That night…
/
Bright, hot flames shot up all around him to the ceiling of the warehouse, truly a portrait of Hell. Yugi had only one goal in mind: to reassemble the Puzzle and save his Other Self! Even as the flames licked at his clothes and hair, Yugi focused on his beloved Puzzle. However, no matter how much he tried, the pieces were so hot that they kept slipping from his grip. The flames burned closer and closer. Yugi could feel his hair being singed and his flesh seared.
‘I’m sorry, Other Me! You paid the price for my carelessness!’
Yugi closed his eyes as the flames engulfed him.
/
Yugi’s eyes flew open and he clutched reflexively at his chest, feeling desperately for the Puzzle’s weight, but touching the small cartouche instead. As he gasped for breath and looked about the dark room, his senses began to return to him. Of course! The Puzzle was gone, had been gone for two years now. But the Puzzle’s former inhabitant was here, wasn’t he?
With the afterimages of the pieces of the shattered puzzle reflecting the consuming flames still vivid in his mind, Yugi flung the blanket from his body and exited his room, barely noticing the cold hardwood floor under his bare feet. He crossed the hallway to Atem’s room, where he slowly opened the door just enough to peek in and make out the Pharaoh’s sleeping form.
In the consuming darkness, Yugi could barely make out Atem lying on his stomach, deep in peaceful slumber. He started to step forward when he heard Atem take in a deep breath and turn over so that he was facing Yugi.
“Meriu…” Atem sighed softly in his sleep.
Yugi continued to stare at his Pharaoh, silently reassuring himself that Atem was fine. Finally, he pulled back, shut the door and returned silently to his room. He spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, unable to get the grisly image of the shattered puzzle out of his mind.
Doyobi, Saturday, July 20, 2002
Crimson eyes cracked open as an ancient Pharaoh stretched himself out luxuriously. Lazy smile playing on his features, he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV at the foot of the bed. Soon he was having a fine time flipping through the stations, though he found precious little that caught his attention.
That is until he found a slapstick comedy show that consisted of people beating each other up with wooden boards, pushing each other down staircases, etc. As he watched, Atem’s eyes began to twinkle, his lips to curl up in a smile and the next thing, he was roaring with laughter at the pratfalls he watched.
“HA HA HA HA HA!”
The sound of his door opening alerted him to Yugi’s entrance to the room. Muting the TV, Atem looked over to the younger man, his heart melting at the sight of Yugi standing in the doorway, looking a bit disheveled and rubbing his eyes, like a little child who had just awoken from a night of vivid dreams. A warm smile lit his handsome features as he held out a hand for Yugi.
With a yawn, the younger man promptly crossed the floor and climbed onto the bed next to Atem, who wrapped his extended arm around his shoulders.
“Good morning, Partner,” Atem murmured as he gave Yugi a squeeze. “Didn’t you sleep last night?”
“Hm, yeah. I slept…” Yugi slurred even as he snuggled into Atem’s warm side.
Atem unmuted the TV and within minutes was roaring with laughter again. So unusual was this that, sleepy as he was, Yugi kept casting glances up at Atem’s face. His heart fluttered in his chest as he saw the unguarded smile of amusement on the Pharaoh’s usually austere visage. Such a change it was from Other Yugi that for a moment, Yugi felt as though he were with someone else entirely. However, that someone else was not a stranger, but rather the whole Atem that Yugi had never been permitted the chance to get to know.
‘Now that I have the chance, I won’t waste it. I’ll get to know Pharaoh Atem as well as I knew my Other Self,’ Yugi thought, even as he began to drift, cocooned in the safety and warmth of his Other’s embrace.
When Atem looked down at Yugi to say something during an ad, he noted that Yugi’s eyes were shut and his breathing was even and rhythmic in sleep.
‘I don’t think you did sleep at all. What troubles your sleep, Partner?’ he thought as he stroked Yugi’s spiky hair.
A bit later…
Yugi’s eyes slowly opened and stared at the gray clouds outside the window and the ceaseless cascade of raindrops that pelted against the window panes.
“You’re awake then?” Atem murmured, before pressing a kiss to the crown of Yugi’s head.
“I guess…” Yugi said, wrinkling his face unhappily.
“You can’t tell?” Atem chuckled, pulling back a bit to look into Yugi’s eyes.
“Hard to tell with this crappy weather,” Yugi groused. “Will it ever stop raining?”
The Pharaoh couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Yugi’s dismal face and gave him a squeeze.
“Ha ha ha ha! Relax, meriu. It’s not the end of the world,” Atem said goodnaturedly.
“It feels like it is. I hate the rain and clouds!” pouted Yugi, glaring at the weather through the window.
“My people prayed for them,” observed Atem serenely.
“Huh?” asked Yugi, looking up into a pair of loving rubies. “Sorry…”
“Don’t be. It’s just something to think about,” said Atem as he squeezed Yugi again.
Yugi snuggled up next to Atem as the Egyptian flipped through various talk, reality and game shows, none of which captured his interest.
Presently, a report on how Japan’s government was cracking down on illegal foreigners came on, showing video of buildings being raided and people being led away in handcuffs.
“Wait! I wanna watch this!” cried Yugi, putting his hand over Atem’s before the Pharaoh could change the station again.
Heart beginning to beat more rapidly as he watched, Yugi spared a glance over to Atem. With his tricolor hair, crimson eyes and swarthy skin, there was no way in Hell anyone would think him Japanese! Not only was Atem not from this country, he wasn’t even from this time! What would happen to him if the authorities ever found him? Would he be deported to Egypt?
‘If worst came to worst, he could stay with Isis, but…’ Yugi thought as he raised a hand to caress the broad chest he was snuggled up to. ‘I’d die if I lost him again.’
The stroking caused Atem to look at Yugi.
“Something wrong, meriu?” he asked, ruby irises full of questions.
Yugi shook his head as he whipped out his phone and fired off an email to Jou.
Bzzzz!
W4rDoG: wll tlk wen i brng ovr the takeout
“Yugi…”
Atem’s voice caught Yugi’s attention.
“Yeah?”
“What is troubling you?” Atem pressed.
‘Stubborn Pharaoh!’
“Um, the news report,” Yugi faltered forth. “See, you don’t have any ID. Technically, you don’t even exist in this time. If they ever caught you here, they’d… they’d take you from me.”
Yugi looked away with a shaky sigh.
“They would do no such thing. I wouldn’t allow it!” Atem declared imperiously.
“Atem, it’s not that easy. You have no political power in this world. You don’t even have your shadow powers anymore,” warned Yugi.
“That matters not. I’ll allow nothing to separate us,” asseverated Atem, gripping Yugi’s hand and squeezing.
“Well, if everything works out, nothing will,” said Yugi, returning the squeeze.
“Have you a plan?” asked Atem.
“Kinda. You see, Jou’s told me that Kaiba could hack the computer database and forge documents for you,” explained Yugi.
“Do you honestly think Kaiba would help us?” asked Atem, eyebrow arched dubiously.
“If Jou asks for us, there’s a chance. Kaiba’s really not as bad as he once was,” explained Yugi.
“So you keep saying,” said Atem.
Just then, they heard the familiar screech of tires.
“Be right back,” said Yugi, planting a quick kiss on Atem’s brow before jumping up.
He flew downstairs to the side door and unlocked it.
Soon Jou was sitting in the guest room with the tricolors, discussing Atem’s options.
“Do you think Kaiba could really get him an ID?” Yugi asked.
“Shouldn’t be a problem. Kaiba kin hack da database easy ‘nuff ‘n print up everythin’ he needs,” said Jou, turning his attention to Atem. “But we need a personal history ‘n a family name.”
“Alright. I was born 20 years ago on July 20 in Thebes, Egypt. My family moved here when I was ten and I became a citizen upon turning 18. As for my full name: Atem bin Akhnumkanun Ishtar.”
“Akhnumkanun?” asked Yugi.
“My father,” answered Atem.
“Lemme email Kaiba right now ‘n ask ‘m,” said Jou with a smile as he fired up his phone’s email program.
“And since when were you and Kaiba so close that you’ve exchanged email addresses?” ribbed a smirking Atem, causing Yugi to giggle into his hand.
“Hey! Ya want my help’r not?!” glowered Jou over his shoulder at the tricolors before starting to compose the email.
In short order, Jou’s phone blasted a Church of Misery song that he had picked for his email alert tone.
BlueEyesWhite: If this is a joke, you’re finished at Kaiba Corp!
“He wants proof. Figures. Mind if I take yer picture, ‘Temu?” Jou asked, turning to the Egyptian.
“Yugi, comb and mirror!” commanded Atem.
“Yes, Oh My Pharaoh!” said Yugi, jumping up to get a comb and handheld mirror, causing Jou to snicker.
Yugi returned in short order with the desired comb and handed it to Atem, then held up the mirror so the Pharaoh could groom himself.
‘Vain as a peacock,’ thought Yugi with a sweatdrop as he watched Atem comb out his spiky hair, removing three days of bedrest from his appearance.
“Go ahead,” said Atem, sitting up straight and staring at the now positioned camera, jaw jutting out proudly.
Jou took the photo and emailed it to Kaiba.
W4rDoG: u no damn well thats atem u saw m in dat memry thing wth th rst of us
Two minutes later, the song blared again and Jou flipped his phone open.
BlueEyesWhite: Give me a few hours to get everything ready. In the meantime, he needs to lie low. The government is cracking down on foreigners who don’t have their alien cards on them at all times. I’ll create an identity that makes him a citizen. I want a full explanation of his return when you get back and tell the Pharaoh that he owes me a duel for this.
“He’s gonna make ya a citizen ‘n he wants a rematch in exchange for da docs,” said Jou with a grin to Atem.
“Tell him any time, any place,” was Atem’s cool answer.
Jou fired off the email. A few minutes later, a return email came and he read it.
“I gotta head to Kaiba Corp. Kaiba’ll give me da docs personally and I’ll swing by ‘n give ‘em t’ya latah,” he said.
“Thank you,” said Atem with a grateful smile.
“I’ll let myself out. See ya!” said Jou as he tore out of the room.
“Bye!” called Yugi after him.
When they heard the side door shut down below, Yugi relaxed into Atem’s waiting arms. The two lay thus in silence for several long moments, just basking in each other’s presence.
“Perhaps you were right,” Atem spoke at length.
“About what?” asked Yugi, looking up into Atem’s face.
“Kaiba may not be quite as bad as he once was,” Atem admitted.
“Yeah,” said Yugi.
“However, you are not to tell him I said that,” Atem’s voice rumbled, as he fixed Yugi with a serious gaze.
“Hee hee! I won’t!” Yugi promised, reaching up and tracing his finger along the strong jawline.
With a nod, Atem leaned his head back, closing his eyes and relaxing for a bit.
“You know, if you’re a citizen, that means you’ll be able to vote,” Yugi piped up after a bit, sitting up and facing Atem.
“You mean like the Ancient Athenians?” asked Atem, opening his eyes and focusing on Yugi.
“Uh… I guess,” said Yugi with a shrug.
“I’m not certain of that. Their form of government was highly unstable and always being taken over by tyrants and dictators, often elected by the citizens themselves,” Atem pointed out.
“Well, I’ll admit democracy isn’t perfect, but it’s better than being stuck under a king,” said Yugi absently.
“Hey!” barked Atem, crossing his arms and scowling at Yugi.
“Aw, I didn’t mean you, Até. I know you were a wonderful king. But isn’t history kinda full of kings who weren’t so good?” Yugi asked, laying a hand on Atem’s bare shoulder.
At this explanation, Atem’s features softened as he uncrossed his arms
“Yes. Unfortunately, it is. Nero and Caligula of Ancient Rome come to mind,” the Pharaoh said quietly as he looked down at his hands. “I did all I could for my people. I can only pray they didn’t see me as being like those two madmen.”
He sighed heavily.
“Aw, I’m sure no one did,” said Yugi, squeezing Atem’s shoulder again. “If all kings were like you, monarchy would be the best form of government.”
“Hmph! Flatterer,” growled Atem with a return of good humor as he brought a hand up and squeezed the one on his shoulder.
That afternoon…
Yugi opened the door to admit Jou, who carried a large manila envelope.
“Forged paypahs, hot off da presses!” the blond announced with a shit-eating grin.
“I’ll take it, Jou. He’s sleeping,” said Yugi.
“OK. It’s got an ID card ‘n citizenship certificate. Now da Pharaoh kin go outside widout worryin’ ‘bout da cops. Kaiba hacked da government database ‘n put’m dere too, so even if dey do check’m out, he’ll show up,” said Jou.
“Thanks so much and thank Kaiba for us too,” returned Yugi softly.
“Temu’ll hafta t’ank Kaiba by duelin’ ‘m,” said Jou. “I gotta git my ass back b’fore dat greedy bastad docks me’n hour’s pay, even dough I was deliverin’ dis shit on his orders!”
“Ha! Sounds like something he’d do,” laughed Yugi.
“No shit,” glowered Jou. “See ya!”
After Jou had left, Yugi took the envelope up to the guestroom and laid it on the table by the bed where Atem was snuggled under the blanket, fast asleep.
‘Well, that’s one worry off my mind,’ Yugi concluded as he lovingly combed his fingers through Atem’s thick hair.
Atem sighed and leaned into Yugi’s touch, eliciting a smile on Yugi’s features.
Evening…
Yugi couldn’t help but smile as he dipped the cloth into the warm, soapy water, wrung it out, and began rubbing small circles across Atem’s shoulder blades. What a difference a day made! For the first time, Atem was able to have his bath sitting up instead of lying on his side. If he kept recovering at the rate he had been, he might even be able to be up and about by tomorrow.
Yugi spared a glance over to Atem’s face and felt butterflies explode in his stomach. The Pharaoh’s head was down, his eyes closed and lips turned up in a smile of total relaxation under Yugi’s ministrations.
Quite the next moment, Atem’s eyes opened and he turned to Yugi with a warm gaze, lips turned up in that beautiful smile that he reserved only for his Partner.
Feeling the heat in his cheeks, Yugi quickly returned the smile before turning his attention to his work. When he looked again, Atem’s face was once again down, eyes closed in relaxation.
Yugi worked his way slowly down Atem’s spine, permitting them both time to enjoy this quiet ritual.
That night…
/
Sitting on the cold, stone floor, Yugi looked helplessly up at his beloved Millennium Puzzle, dangling from its chain in the grip of Bakura’s Other. Akeifa’s brown eyes glinted dangerously as a sadistic smirk spread across his pallid features.
“You did this, runt! Your pharaoh is once again condemned to the Puzzle, all because of your selfish wish!” cackled the Thief King.
“What are you talking about? I never wished for my Other Self to be bound to the Puzzle again! I’d never do that to him!” cried Yugi as he struggled to gain his feet.
“Shall I refresh your memory?” came a deep, insolent voice from behind Yugi.
Yugi turned his head to see the psychotic face of Marik, which leered down at him, lips retracted in a rictus grin, while the tongue protruded from the mouth. In the center of his brow, the Eye of Wadjet glowed. Marik’s greater weight pinned Yugi to the floor, keeping him from rising to his feet.
“‘Oh, Other Me, I’d give anything to bring you back!’” Marik quoted mockingly. “Your wish last Obon reached the afterlife and condemned your lovely pharaoh to the Puzzle once again! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
“No…” whispered Yugi, eyes shifting to the Puzzle, which dangled precariously in the Thief King’s hand.
He had to get it back! The Pharaoh was helpless when the Puzzle was out of his keeping. Yugi began struggling with all his might against Marik to be able to stand up and go after that accursed Thief King. However, the dark Egyptian’s grip on him remained inexorable.
“What’s the matter, runt? Your precious Pharaoh can’t come to your rescue this time?” cooed Akeifa mockingly.
“Give it back, Akeifa!” Yugi cried,
“Come at me and make me!” taunted Akeifa, swinging the Puzzle about carelessly.
“AGH!” Yugi screamed as he summoned all his will and finally broke from Marik’s grip to lunge at Akeifa.
Cackling maniacally, Akeifa stepped aside, whirling the Puzzle above his head like a bolo and striking the back of Yugi’s head, knocking the senses from him and dropping him like a stone.
“Isn’t that precious? The little vessel wants to save his beloved Pharaoh,” Marik mocked, thrusting his tongue about wildly. “Do it, Akeifa!”
At this command, the Thief King swung the Puzzle against the wall, shattering it into its component pieces and sending droplets of Yugi’s blood spattering everywhere.
“No! Other Me!” screamed Yugi, a sob erupting from his throat as he looked on helplessly through doubled vision.
Akeifa and Marik grinned sadistically as Yugi crawled among the scattered, bloodstained pieces of the Puzzle, scrabbling desperately and trying to fit them together.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Your mighty Pharaoh is dead, all because you were too selfish to leave him in the afterlife!” mocked the Thief King. “Come on, Marik. Drinks are on me!”
“Sounds great, Akeifa!” growled Marik. “See y’around, Shrimp! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
As their psychotic laughter faded, Yugi began his desperate attempt to reassemble the Puzzle, but the blood soaking the pieces made them slip around too much to be fit together and would not wipe away no matter how much he rubbed at it with his shirt. Then he saw it: the Eye of Wadjet piece. Dropping the two pieces in his hands, Yugi picked up the central piece and looked at it, to see to his horror that the Eye of Wadjet had a big ugly scratch down the middle of it from being smashed into the wall.
“Other Me?” Yugi tried, hoping to hear the spirit’s deep voice answer his query.
He was answered only by the sound of his own voice echoing off the stone walls. Yugi lowered his head as a wave of sorrow engulfed him.
“Oh, no… Other Me. I’m so, so sorry for betraying you,” he mourned, lifting the scratched Puzzle piece to his mouth and kissing it tenderly.
/
Yugi’s eyes flew open as he raised his head and looked around the darkness of his room.
‘That’s right! I made that wish during last year’s Obon. I was so desperate to see my Other Self again, I never even thought of what might happen to him if I sent that wish. What kind of partner am I?’ Yugi thought as tears welled in his eyes.
With that hideous nightmare still vivid in his mind, Yugi exited his room, crossed the hall and cautiously opened the door to Atem’s room and peeked inside. He was just able to make out the outline of his Other, lying on his stomach under the blanket, the sounds of his peaceful breathing filling the darkness.
Yugi shut the door and blundered down the hallway and staircase, not even bothering to turn on a light as he went. When he got downstairs, he collapsed at the table and wept bitterly, whimpering and gasping his sobs as huge tears rolled down his cheeks.
How would Atem take the news when Yugi broke it to him? For it never for a moment occurred to Yugi to keep this from the Pharaoh. Atem deserved to know why his peaceful existence in the afterlife had been destroyed. Yugi would tell him the whole truth first thing tomorrow, then bow down in apology, brow touching the wooden floor. Atem would be fearfully angry, perhaps even enough to hate Yugi and would probably leave the shop as soon as he was well enough to.
‘And I wouldn’t blame him at all!’
Yugi had fought to be strong for so long now, running the shop alone after Grandpa’s death, enduring the haunting for months and then spending the past three days caring for Atem, whose afterlife he had selfishly fucked up! Emotionally, he had reached the end of his rope, so he cried brokenly, months worth of grief, worry and just plain stress pouring from his body. He felt small and vulnerable and 15 years old again.
‘I can’t do this. I can’t be strong anymore!’
How long Yugi stayed thus, he didn’t know. So caught up was he in his despair that he failed to hear the unsteady footsteps on the floor above, nor the creaking of the stairs that followed.
In fact, it wasn’t until the kitchen light came on and he felt a strong hand on his shoulder that Yugi returned to the real world with a start, spinning around to look into the concerned face of Atem, whose brow was creased and eyes darkened by worry.
“Yugi, why are you down here by yourself?” Atem asked, hands gently caressing the younger man’s face in the now familiar gesture.
“Oh, Other Me… I’m so sorry,” Yugi choked out, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“What… are you talking about?” Atem asked, thumbs wiping in vain at the continuous cascade of tears from Yugi’s eyes.
“It’s all my fault,” Yugi sobbed.
“What’s all your fault?” Atem asked, frowning and cocking his head.
“That you’re here!” Yugi blurted out, heedless of how his words would sound to the Pharaoh’s ears.
Atem’s hands stilled at these words, heart freezing and clenching painfully in his chest. Did Yugi not want him here after all? Were his words from the last night of Obon his true feelings?
“I don’t want you here! Get out of my shop! Get out of my life!”
Yugi felt Atem tense up and freeze. He looked up into the face of his Other, whose mouth hung open in disbelief, eyes widened in shock, as though someone had just slapped him across the face. The Pharaoh’s body was as rigid as a statue and Yugi felt the trembling through the hands that caressed his face.
“Atem?” Yugi asked. “What’s wrong?”
The Pharaoh lowered his gaze and looked down to the side, hands dropping away from Yugi’s face.
“Did I say something wrong?” Yugi asked, playing back what he had just said to Atem.
“It’s my fault you’re here.”
‘Oh no no no no no!’ Yugi thought when he realized how his words just now must have sounded to Atem.
“No, Atem! That came out all wrong! I didn’t mean it the way it sounded! I… I gotta tell you everything, from the start!”
This achieved the desired effect of Atem raising his now teary eyes back to Yugi and fixing him with such a heartbroken gaze that Yugi knew he must hurry and give a thorough explanation immediately. Taking Atem’s hands in his and giving a gentle squeeze, he took a deep, shaky breath before beginning his explanation, words stumbling one over the other.
“At last year’s Obon, I sent a tanzaku on the lantern I’d made for you, saying that I wanted you to come back. I never even thought of what that might do to you and now you’ve been ripped from the afterlife because of my selfishness. So… so I’ll understand if you hate me now,” Yugi finished, lowering his head, awaiting the Pharaoh’s judgment.
Poor Atem was completely taken aback by Yugi’s words and demeanor, eyes widening as he listened.
‘Oh, my Yugi,’ he thought sadly as he absently wiped the moisture from his cheeks.
Yugi was surprised when he felt a hand slip out of his grip and fingers cupping his chin, gently but firmly raising his face to look into Atem’s stern visage.
“Let us get two things straight, Mutou Yugi. One: I could never hate you, for any reason. Two: Just what makes you think I was forced back from the afterlife?”
Yugi’s jaw dropped as he goggled at Atem, trying desperately to process his words.
“Wait… Are you saying you wanted to come back?” he asked.
Atem’s stern face melted into a loving smile as he moved his hand from under Yugi’s chin to caress his right cheek.
“But, but… why?” Yugi asked.
This question was answered by Atem threading his fingers into Yugi’s hair so that he was clutching the back of Yugi’s head, then pulling Yugi’s face toward his, until their lips brushed together in a chaste, but warm kiss.
Yugi’s eyes widened and he flinched, but quite the next moment, he leaned instinctively into the kiss, feeling his lips rub against Atem’s. When he felt the Pharaoh’s tongue demanding entrance, he parted his lips and right away felt Atem’s tongue on his, pushing it down while it explored the depths of his mouth. Not one to just submit, Yugi’s tongue jumped back up and began wrestling with Atem’s. The two sparred thus, neither gaining ground on the other, until the need for oxygen became too much and they had to withdraw, tongue spar left at a stalemate.
“So, no more talk of hatred, alright?” Atem asked, still caressing the back of Yugi’s head with his left hand.
Yugi buried his face in Atem’s chest, inhaling the lingering moisture from the Pharaoh’s earlier bath. Finally, he managed a weak smile.
“OK…” he said in a small voice.
“Come. I’m taking you to bed with me,” said the Pharaoh, grasping Yugi’s hand and giving a firm tug.
Too tired to resist or object, Yugi followed Atem from the kitchen, his Other shutting off the light on their way upstairs.
In the darkness of the guestroom, Atem pulled the blanket over himself and Yugi, holding Yugi tightly to his chest. The Pharaoh closed his eyes, intent on finding sleep once again.
Still too agitated to relax into slumber, Yugi lay rigidly in Atem’s arms, heart pumping like a jackhammer as he squirmed about, trying to get comfortable.
Yugi felt his hand being gently guided to the warm, soft skin of the Pharaoh’s chest, underneath which his heart beat away in a strong and steady cadence. Loving kisses rained down upon him, becoming warmer and more passionate by the second. Yugi found himself reciprocating, lips touching the Pharaoh’s brow, cheeks, nose and finally, meeting his lips.
As their lips met, sparks flew up in Yugi’s heart. He felt Atem’s strong tongue against his lips, demanding entrance. Yugi’s lips parted to grant his Pharaoh’s desire and that strong, hot tongue plunged into his small, wet mouth, plundering him, raking against his teeth, pushing his own tongue down into submission.
Hands sliding under his pajama shirt made his skin shiver with delight. Thumbs and forefingers pinching his nipples made him flinch in response. Yugi’s hands sought out the Pharaoh’s chest and reciprocated, making Atem’s body twitch in response.
Atem’s mouth moved down to Yugi’s neck, sucking on the pulse point and making the younger man’s eyes roll back in their sockets.
Yugi reciprocated by lowering his head, wrapping his lips around a dusky nipple and giving suck.
“Oh, Raaaaaaa!” Atem growled.
The Pharaoh’s hands traveled lower and squeezed Yugi’s globes through his pajama pants.
With a sob of frustration, Yugi hastily wriggled out of his pajamas. Atem’s hands found purchase on Yugi’s pert little derriere, squeezing and kneading.
“Ooooh, Atem!” Yugi groaned.
Moving around to the front, Atem’s hand grasped Yugi’s now quite stiff desire and gave an experimental squeeze, causing the lithe body to stiffen and breath to be drawn in a surprised gasp.
“Haa aaaaah! Atem?!” Yugi yelped, startled by the new sensations.
His voice was muffled by the Pharaoh’s tender kiss as that strong hand gave a goodly stroke.
As Atem worked, he could feel the organ growing larger and harder, as well as beginning to throb.
Forgetting any semblance of modesty, Yugi began thrusting into Atem’s strokes, the warm tightness of the Pharaoh’s grip spurring him on. Gripping Atem’s shoulders for leverage, Yugi increased his thrusts as Atem’s strong hand sped up its tempo and squeezed tighter. As the tingly warmth grew and grew, Yugi threw back his head, a keening sound erupting from his throat.
“Aaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaaaaaaateeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmm!!!!”
Feeling the younger man responding to his strokes, Atem continued his work on bringing Yugi the release he so desperately needed, with quick, but deep movements. Finally, he felt Yugi’s organ twitch before a geyser of white, hot liquid erupted from the tip and onto his hand.
“Oooooooh goooooooodddss, my Phaaaaraaaaaooooohhhhh!!!”
To Atem, no sight was more beautiful than his Yugi in the throws of passion while white liquid coursed from his hard organ.
As the waves broke over Yugi, he threw his head back in ecstasy. Stars danced and exploded before his vision. The warmth exploded in his core and for just a moment, he wasn’t in his body. He was standing under the star spangled night sky, watching as a meteor rocketed through the navy vault. The only sound was a distant rumbling, though there was nary a cloud to be seen.
Slowly, the stars and meteor faded and the rumbling became louder and clearer until Yugi recognized it as a voice speaking to him.
“That’s it, love. Come back to me now. Follow my voice. Very good,” the deep voice of his Other called to him.
A breathlessly gasping Yugi opened glazed over violet eyes and beheld twinkling ruby irises smiling down at him as a large, strong hand gently caressed his cheek.
“A… tem…” he sighed.
“Nefertu meriu,” Atem murmured, leaning in and gently capturing Yugi’s lips. “You are so beautiful in the throes of ecstasy.”
For a seeming eternity, the two men lay quietly, each savoring the feeling of the other’s arms around him.
“I’ve never felt anything like that,” spoke Yugi when he had recovered sufficiently.
Of course, like any other healthy young man, Yugi had pleasured himself before, but that was as nothing compared to what Atem had just guided him through.
“It only gets better from here,” Atem said huskily in Yugi’s ear.
Yugi looked up excitedly, but was stayed as Atem planted a kiss on his forehead.
“But for now, sleep calls both of us,” the Pharaoh spoke wisely. “There’s no need to hurry. We’ve all the time in the world.”
“Good night, Atem,” Yugi said through a yawn.
“Sleep well, meriu,” murmured Atem.
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