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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 Nine: The Other Lover

   Yuugi stirred at the earliest peek of morning, just as the sun’s rays began to shine in through the open balcony. He moaned softly, not wanting to wake up just yet. He was too comfortable, perfectly happy where he was. He did not even contradict whose bed it was he lay on, and whose arm was wrapped around him. It took him but a moment to remember the previous night’s events. He was in Atemu’s bed.

   The flashback brought to his cheeks a rush of pink. Yuugi quickly turned to face his Lord, but a slight sharp pain traveled from between his legs up his spine. He squealed, then hurried to cover his mouth. “Ow…”

   “Are you okay?”

   Turning his head, Yuugi’s blush darkened as he stared into his Lord’s breathtaking eyes. He lowered his hand. “My butt hurts,” he whimpered.

   Atemu rose to a sit and gently snuggled Yuugi onto his lap. “You’ll be fine,” he assured him, “But I was a bit rough on you. Forgive me. I know it was your first time.”

   “Yeah…” Yuugi said quietly, his flush never-ending. He could still hardly believe his virginity was taken from him. He was, however, gratified by Atemu’s gentleness and knew that doing what he did would ensure he received plenty of gifts.

   He noticed the stickiness was gone. While he had been the first to fall asleep, Atemu had dampened a washcloth to wipe him clean as he slept. Though he hurt a little, for some reason he felt refreshed, wonderful, and at home.

   “Do not worry,” Atemu told him. “You will get used to it. Next time I will do best to be more gentle.”

   “Next time?”

   “Oh yes, Yuugi. There will definitely be a next time.” He began to kiss at his little lover’s neck.

   In the process of getting close to wanting his adorable servant again, there was a rather loud knock at the door. Yuugi squeaked and rushed to get under the covers, embarrassed by his position. He didn’t need one of the female servants seeing him nude and in Lord Atemu’s bed. He waited patiently as he heard Atemu shout, “Just a moment!”

   Atemu pulled on some clothes, agitated. He did not bother to look his best. He went to the door, and pressed an ear to it. “Who’s there?”

   “Uliya, my Lord,” spoke out a young girl’s voice.

   Recognizing his servant’s name, Atemu opened the door a creak. “Yes? What is it?”

   She bowed. “My Lord, Lord Seth has returned from his travels, and has asked me to fetch you to meet with him in the throne room.”

   “Splendid,” Atemu said.

   “Also, my Lord, this letter arrived for you late last night.” She held it out to him. He took it courteously.

   “Thank you.” Atemu closed the door and opened the letter. He read through it as Yuugi peeked out from underneath the blanket. He saw his Lord’s face brighten.

   “What is it Atemu?” he asked rudely, but did so not knowing he was being rude. He did not need to learn much about being in his Lord’s presence. The Lord allowed him to speak out his thoughts and opinions.

   “Wonderful news,” Atemu smiled. “Salihah is returning from visiting her father in Kjor.”

   Tilting his head, Yuugi rose out of bed. “Salihah? Who is she?”

   “She is my other courtesan,” answered Atemu. “The one I told you about.”

   A confusing tightness clogged Yuugi’s mind. He put a hand to his chest, finding it difficult to breathe, but he didn’t understand why. He remembered Salihah well, from what Atemu’s told him. The Lord described her as the most beautiful woman in the entire land, a tawny goddess with shoulder-length brown hair painted with purple highlights, pinned with jewels, with eyes like emeralds, and a smile greater than day. The woman Atemu’s cared for long before Yuugi came to him. A good four to five months, at least. But hearing that she would return… Perhaps he feared meeting her or perhaps he was jealous.

   Silly nonsense! How could he be jealous? He bowed his head in shame, his Lord not noticing. He crossed his arms. “I see.”

   “I cannot wait for the two of you to meet. She should be back by tonight.”

   “Is she nice?” Yuugi couldn’t help but ask.

   “Oh yes,” said Atemu. “She is very nice. And I am certain she’ll approve of you. I’ll see to it that she does.”

   That was just great. Yuugi wasn’t so sure he could approve of her.

--

   After having made sure to file a list of things his newest pleasure giving beau would surely love, Atemu made way for the throne room, where Lord Seth stood looking absolutely horrid. Atemu winced a little, not too sure he wanted to make his way inside. From the look of things, Seth had zero luck on finding the Puzzle, or any clues to its whereabouts. He cautiously stepped beyond the golden lintel. The large doors were open wide.

   Seth glanced at his Lord, lowering his hands as his attitude changed. He gave a bow, trying to hide his anger. “My Lord.”

   “Hello, Seth,” said Atemu calmly. He would not show his disappointment, knowing Seth’s month long trip had been for nothing. “Did you make your way to Lord Bobasa?”

   “Yes, my Lord. Unfortunately, he has no idea where the Puzzle is.”

   “I see,” Atemu sighed. “Well, I expected as much. Perhaps you were right, Seth. Perhaps I was simply imagining what I saw, having been wishing for it so hard as of late. However, since little Yuugi came to me, it’s not been a huge concern of mine anymore.”

   “I am sorry, my Lord.”

   Atemu shook his head. He placed a firm hand upon Seth’s shoulder. “You’re wonderful to me, Seth. But I think it’s high time you spent more time with Kisara. She’s been questioning your disappearance. Take the time to allow her to enjoy what little life she has. I know I will be doing so with Yuugi. I’ve made him my courtesan.”

   Seth’s dazzling blues bulged to saucer proportion. “My Lord!”

   “Oh, hush,” laughed Atemu. “You know how I feel, and he was more than willing. I’m perfectly happy.”

   “What about Salihah?” Seth was still a bit startled by this news, his mouth ajar for the first time in forever.

   Crossing his arms, Atemu put on a gratified smirk. “Who says I cannot have both? Hmm? Besides, you should not be judging my picks when there is a beautiful pale-skinned lady waiting for you in your private…”

   “I get your point,” interrupted Seth. His already dark, serious face seemed to darken. He coughed to get rid of any sign of anxiety as he thought of Kisara, and straightened himself. “Well then, since there will be no more talk of the Puzzle, I will gladly take your advice.”

   “Have a great time,” smirked Atemu.

   Gaping once more, Seth grumbled and he hurried off. His damned cousin knew too well how to push his buttons. Of course, his Lord knew him well, for he fled straight for his own chambers. He knew who awaited him inside. A woman with skin paler than the moon, with eyes bluer than diamonds, and with hair silken white, lengthy and soft. His insides churned just thinking about her, his groin tensed with excitement. It had been so long since he’d caressed her. Too damn long!

   He had allowed Horus to fly freely outside with the other sparrow hawks gazing hungrily at the Lord of Tranquility’s cats, but they knew better. They did not eat, only observed, plucking their talons against the obelisks and edges of the palace whilst spreading their gorgeous wings open. They’d swoop down for mice or lizards. The cats would run and hide, thankful that it was a something else on the menu, instead of them. The many hawks had roosts of their own aligning the highest tops of the palace, and Horus had his very own coop sanctioned on his master’s balcony: a fine nesting spot of sticks and straw, perfect for his catches, a good place to sleep on.

   As Seth stepped up to his closed bedroom door, he straightened his robes, making sure to dispose of any wrinkles. He hated that he smelled of Horus and desert sand. He did not have time to bathe, but surely Kisara would not mind. Taking a deep breath, he slowly opened the door and stepped inside.

   Kisara sat before her own Lord’s grand mirror, where she fixed her hair using an ivory comb. Her eyes were closed as she softly hummed. Her hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back, hiding most of the simple white linen dress wrapped snug around her. She did hear the door open, and she did grow curious as her blue eyes opened wide.

   She turned to face whoever dared to enter without knocking first. Who she saw lifted her heart. “Oh, Seth!”

   He smiled and pushed forward. “Kisara.” He welcomed her with open arms as she hurried against him, hugging him with all her might. “I’ve missed you.”

   “And I you,” she cried. “It’s been days. Why were you gone for so long? I grew worried.”

   “Just a silly errand for my Lord,” he said. “But I am here now. That is all that matters.”

   Kisara pouted a little, disappointed in her Lord. “Why must you commend to his wishes? You’re equal in power, immortal like he, a Lord like he. I understand he shares your blood, but why do you serve him?”

   “I’ve served him long before he and I were given our titles.” Seth cupped Kisara’s cheek gently. “He is my cousin. To me, he is and will always be royalty, and I am destined to serve him until the day one of us dies. Please understand this.”

   “I try,” she murmured. “But it is hard.”

   The Lord of Intellect grew distressed whenever his lover was like this. It reminded him of the day he rescued her. How sad she had been after witnessing her own mother’s rape and murder. She had only been six then, when he searched her damaged home and found her huddled in the blackest of corners. He gently brought her into his arms, and promised her on that day to never desert her; he’d long since kept his word.

   He slowly raised her chin, tilting her head in order to devour her breathtaking beauty. He saw that she was beginning to calm herself, and so enlightened her with a gentle kiss. As their lips touched, he could sense her sorrow fading. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, having to tip-toe to reach his height, to never let go.

   “You will always be my first,” he told her softly after their kiss.

   “But will you love me forever?” she wondered. “For I will grow old as you and Atemu stay young.”

   “Forever,” he promised her. “I will never stop loving you. I will be with you to the very end.”

   She smiled hearing this. “I love you, Seth.”

   “And I you,” he grinned.

--

   Yuugi dreaded the passing day, knowing what it would bring. He stood with Atemu at the top of the palace’s golden steps come evening, just outside the main doors where he first found himself on the day of his welcome. The sun was barely on its descent, burning its ugly rays upon them. Staring over the golden road, which swerved into dirt as it entered the village, he saw a wagon was making its way towards them, pulled by a beautiful brown mare. He held Atemu’s hand with a firm grip, and hid behind his Lord as the wagon pulled to a stop at the bottom of the steps.

   There, sitting in the back of the wagon, was the lovely Salihah. Spotting Atemu, she anxiously waved to him when the reins master stepped down from his seat, and went around back to help her down. Atemu did not wave back but he did smile at her, glad to see she’d returned safely to him. Her visits with her father in Kjor always seemed to take forever, and Atemu wanted his few moments with her to last.

   Salihah thanked her driver. She held onto her purple dress, it fine as the clothes Yuugi wore, as she made her way up the golden steps. Yuugi realized then and there that the purple robes he had seen on Atemu’s bed belonged to her.

   “Lord Atemu.” She curtsied, taking his hand in hers.

   “Welcome back Salihah,” smiled Atemu. He hugged her and gave a kiss to her cheek. This made Yuugi feel ill. “I have someone I want you to meet, Salihah.” He turned his body to get Yuugi out from behind his leg. “This is Yuugi.”

   Yuugi understood the moment her emerald gems pierced his amethyst pair that her focus would be on his radiant robes identical to her own. She appeared stunned, for her mouth fell slightly open, but her impression of him was not as uncertain as his was of her. In seconds, a smile overcame her surprise, and she brought her hand out, waiting for him to take it. “Hello, Yuugi.”

   He carefully took her hand to shake, worried she’d give him a bad disease. Saying nothing once he pulled back, he clung to Atemu’s leg. His behavior went misinterpreted by Atemu as nothing but shyness. Chuckling lightly, he assured him that Salihah would not bite, and worked to unlatch Yuugi’s strong arms, which wrapped themselves like two quivering snakes around his leg.

   “Come now,” Atemu said. “It’s okay, Yuugi.” Eventually able to pry Yuugi off of his leg, Atemu led them both inside, resting one of each hand in theirs. He stood like a satisfied boss in the middle, gladly kissing each hand. “Let us eat dinner together so that you two can become better acquainted.”

   “Yes,” said Salihah softly, hiding her disappointment. “Let’s.”

--

   The awkwardness shared between Yuugi and Salihah went unnoticed by Atemu, who sat at his usual dining chair, prepared to indulge in delicious food, and avaricious conversation. Yuugi sat in his chair opposite Atemu, a little upset when Salihah seated herself beside the Lord. After scooting forward in order to reach the table, she spread out her lovely purple gown with red trimming, and fixed a golden necklace hooked around her neck. Making sure a cloth was placed properly on her lap, she slowly glimpsed at Atemu. When he smiled at her, she returned one wholeheartedly.

   She was not an idiot. She knew very well what Yuugi was to her Lord the moment she saw that rich blue material that hugged his little frame. It would seem that Atemu’s been busy since her last departure, having found himself a suitable young man. Well aware of his fantasies, Salihah apprehended this day’s coming, but she at least had wanted to take part in choosing, since she rightfully belonged to Atemu. She found it to be a challenge avoiding releasing an irritated scream in front of them, to ask Atemu what he had been thinking, and why he hadn’t discussed it with her first. It did not help when that young man began to fill his plate without properly asking their Lord for approval. How shocked was she when she saw Atemu serve himself some wine, not at all bothered by Yuugi’s rude manner.

   Unable to serve herself, Salihah placed her hands on her lap, trying to remain calm about this. “My Lord?”

   “Hmm?” Atemu glanced at her, smiling. “What is it?”

   “May I begin?” she asked. Her question bewildered Yuugi, for it caused Atemu’s tawny skin to darken. He was blushing.

   “I’m terribly sorry, Salihah,” he said, obviously embarrassed. “You’ve been away for so long, I -- yes, you may.”

   “Thank you.” She helped herself to an appropriate serving of food, not at all filling her plate to the brim like Yuugi and Atemu did.

   Yuugi blinked curiously, baffled by Salihah’s address. He never had to ask for permission to eat. Perhaps in the beginning, at their first supper, but even then it was only due to him being so scared of Atemu. Suddenly, he wished to prove to her that it was possible for him to display etiquette. Watching her movements, he copied by shredding his fish into thin slices, then pinched a flaky piece between his finger and thumb to place it neatly on his tongue. He discovered this was very hard to do, and spilled a little onto his lap. He caught Atemu’s attention. The Lord smirked behind his half-filled cup, finding his delicate little courtesan to be absolutely adorable. Salihah, too, saw what Yuugi was doing, but she remained silent.

   “Well now,” began Atemu as he placed down his cup, “I think before we get into anymore greetings, I suppose I have to ask how your father is holding up, Salihah.”

   With her mouth not full, and her lips batted with the cloth, Salihah only spoke when certain she could. “He is doing well. Thank you for asking, Lord Atemu. He loves it when I visit him. He misses me.”

   “And I cannot blame him,” nodded Atemu. “You’re easy to miss.” He raised her hand, giving it a tender peck. “I am glad you are back, my sweet.”

   She bowed her head a little, flustered. “Thank you, my Lord. So am I.”

   “I am also glad for your return, however, I couldn’t wait to introduce you to Yuugi.” Atemu leaned across the table, taking Yuugi’s unexpected hand in his own. “I’m sure this is going to take time to adjust to, but I want you to know that I’ve never felt this happy in all my years as a Lord. Being here with you both is like magic.”

   Salihah truly had never seen her Lord this joyous, and she knew it wasn’t her being there that made him feel this way. He took her hand, as he had Yuugi’s, but the point of the fact was he took Yuugi’s before hers. She put up with it, all the same, smiling softly at him.

   Releasing the two, Atemu continued with his meal, but did not stop discussing Yuugi in order to fill Salihah in. “Yuugi came to me a little over two weeks ago. A gift from Seth. I wasn’t sure what to think, at first, but the moment I laid eyes on him, I knew I couldn’t let him go.”

   “Two weeks?” gaped Salihah. She sipped on her wine so not to bite down on her tongue.

   “Yes,” Atemu said. “Two wonderful weeks.”

   Thinking for a moment, Salihah quietly asked, “So, where are you from Yuugi?” She wanted to be polite, for her Lord’s happiness. She stared surprised when he reacted poorly to her question, bowing his head and fidgeting distressfully. “Did I -- say something wrong?”

   “Yuugi is from far away,” Atemu whispered. “He was a slave where he came from.”

   “Oh.” Salihah brought a hand to her mouth. “Of course you w -- I mean -- I’m sorry.” Of course, she knew that. Most every Pale Face wound up as a slave, but she hadn’t meant for Yuugi to remember a past longed to be forgotten. “I did not mean to upset you, Yuugi. Forgive me?”

   He said nothing to her, but he did nod his head a little. Though he did not want to acquaint with her, as Atemu wanted, he figured he had to if he planned on keeping from getting sold elsewhere. But screw table manners. Feasting Salihah’s way took too long, and he did not want the fish to get cold. He gobbled it up like he was used to. He made Atemu laugh.

   “There’s the Yuugi I know,” said the Lord, bemused. “I was wondering where he disappeared to.”

   “I’m sorry.” Yuugi brightened like a poppy and bowed his head.

   “Stop apologizing,” smiled Atemu. “I only said that because I prefer this side of you.”

   Stunned! Salihah was completely stunned. She did not approve of this, not in the slightest. Atemu was permitting Yuugi to do dastardly things, and it bothered her greatly. “Atemu, you allow him to eat like that?”

   Atemu, having about eaten a grape, paused to look at Salihah. Acknowledging her revulsion brought forth, for the first time, an angered side of Atemu. He glared at her, startling she and Yuugi. “Is that a problem?”

   “I --” she tried, wanting to explain. Thinking of no answer, she sighed softly and shook her head. “No, Lord Atemu. I’m sorry.”

   Shortly, dinnertime ended in uncomfortable silence. Atemu rose to his feet to escort Yuugi to bed. “All set?”

   “Yes,” Yuugi nodded. He eyed Salihah. “Where does she sleep? Does she have her own bed?”

   Going red, Atemu faked a cough or two. He could feel Salihah’s piercing gaze, and almost wanted to ask Yuugi to stay with them for the night. “Well, yes, she does, but she often shares this room with me.”

   Yuugi’s jealousy returned. “Oh.” He quickly took Atemu’s hand in his. Yawning tiredly, he leaned against Atemu. “Mm.”

   “Come on,” smiled Atemu. “Time for bed.”

   He did not expect Salihah to follow. He did not bother to ask for her to do so, for he sensed that inquiry would be wrong. Gently scooping Yuugi up into his arms, he carried his half-asleep newfound lover across the hall, where he placed Yuugi in his own bed, helping to change him into his nightwear. Once Yuugi lay cozily underneath his soft sheets, he smiled happily when Atemu kissed him goodnight.

   “I’ll see you in the morning,” said Atemu before going over to the door. “Sleep well, Yuugi.” Quietly shutting the door behind him, he returned to his quarters to find Salihah sitting cross-armed on their bed. He sighed a bit loudly, deciding to get this over with. He made sure the door was latched shut before stepping up to her. “Okay,” he began, spreading his arms. “Go ahead. Let me have it.”

   Unfolding her arms, Salihah clutched the covers beneath her. She glared up at him, no longer the primrose she portrayed when in the presence of his people. “How? When?”

   “Just the other day,” he told her. “That is when he agreed to my proposal.”

   Shaking with anger, Salihah slowly peered up at him. A flash of sadness was also in her eyes. “Have you slept with him?” Him not answering was more than enough to make her understand. She hopped off the bed, staring at it, disgusted. “I can’t believe you.”

   “You knew this about me when you begged to be with me!” Atemu shot forward, taking hold of her wrist. He was gentle with her, forcing her to look at him. It never pleased him to see a woman cry, especially his beautiful chatelaine. “You knew how I felt about men, and you knew this would happen.”

   “I know,” she whimpered. “I just wish we could’ve --”

   “What? I’m curious.”

   “Chosen together!” she cried. Keeping still, she snapped her eyes shut. She tried controlling the anger boiling inside her. “I did not expect to return home, and discover that you’ve gone and selected someone, a Pale Face, no less. I thought that perhaps I would have a part in it.” Feeling his hold on her loosen, Salihah scooted back. She pulled away from him. She rubbed her chilled arms. Her tears refused to be kept locked up, and rolled down her cheeks. “You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted to be with, and it hurts me seeing you so happy. You’ve never been this happy, not with me, not with anyone.”

   “That’s not true,” Atemu tried, failing to say more.

   “It is true,” she murmured. “And you know it.”

   Atemu shamefully bowed his head, not denying it. Yuugi’s warmth, smile, laugh, and very presence enlightened him to the core, and he did not wish to lose that remarkable feeling. “I will not get rid of him Salihah, if that is your wish.”

   “No,” she pouted. “I’m not asking you to do that, my Lord. I’d never.” She wiped at some tears with her fingertips.

   Taking a step forward, Atemu reached for her, helping to dry her cheeks and chin. He sighed softly. “Tears do not suit you, you know?” He heard her grumble a little, causing him to chuckle. Gently, he slid his hands over her cheeks, and lifted her face to his own. Smiling handsomely at her, he brushed his fingers through her soft hair to unpin her gorgeous brown locks, thick and straight. Her hair fell just barely to her shoulders. “There. That’s better.” He set the golden pins on the nightstand next to the bed.

   She did not fight when Atemu took her by the waist, pulling her with him down onto the bed. He snuggled up behind her, kissing her tender neck, scenting her sweet almond fragrance. She could not refuse him, and so leaned into his dreamy warmth, but still was saddened by his decision. “I don’t want to be away from you, Atemu. I love you.”

   “I know,” he whispered into her ear. “And you won’t be taken from me. I promise. Nothing’s changed.”

   Slowly, she turned to stare into his eyes. She pressed her forehead against his. “You mean that?”

   “Of course I do.” To prove his honesty, he lightly pressed his lips to hers, tasting her sweet lips. They were nothing compared to Yuugi’s, but they contained enough deliciousness to inflame his groin. Delighted when she returned his affection, he slightly turned her in order to take charge as he got over her. He stopped when he felt her shuffle beneath him. “Salihah?”

   “I --” she murmured, clearly ambivalent still.

   “We don’t have to,” he told her, “If you’re not up for it.” He slid off of her, then attempted to cling to her. He was disappointed when she got out of bed to wander over to the large wardrobe they shared.

   Sitting up, he curiously watched her open those wooden doors and rummage through her wide-given selection of night dresses. She traced her fingers along one silky white and another weed green. She shook her head, and sighed agitatedly. “Those won’t do at all.” Her tone transformed, becoming sensually bewitching. “What do you think, my Lord? What looks best on me?”

   Smirking, Atemu turned on his side. “You want my honest opinion?”

   She bequeathed a slight, alluring nod. “Please.”

   “Very well,” he murmured, teasing her with a heinous pause. “You look best in none of them. I much prefer it if you come to bed wearing absolutely nothing.”

   Turning to face him, her expression the same, Salihah went on to lift her hands. Her fingertips gracefully rose up her arms. Reaching the straps of her linen dress, she gave each a tug, loosening their hold, and she let the dress fall to her feet, revealing to Atemu nothing underneath. “You prefer this?”

   He stared in complete awe, his eyes drawn from her perky flesh to the dark curls hiding her feminine beauty. “I do.” She was the one woman in all the land that could make his cock rise as fast as when he first bedded Yuugi, and he tried with much struggle not to drool all over the bed sheets. “No undergarment? You prepared for this night, did you?”

   “I want to please my Lord,” she complied. “I have been away for so long. I figured you would --” It ached her knowing Atemu had been pleased while she was away to see her father. “-- I thought…”

   “Say no more.” Atemu rolled out of bed, hopping to his feet like a rabid rabbit eager to mount its mate. “Come here.”

   She made her way over to him. Her small mountains jiggled as she moved, and she pressed herself against him. Her dark, puffy nipples tingled against his warm chest, causing her to shiver with delight. One hand snaked behind her back, the other pushed to squeeze her left breast. She accepted the kiss that followed, greeting Atemu’s lips with bliss. Her ambition to please him was on full blast.

   Salihah’s skin was milky smooth, so delicate, and blemish free. She made Atemu crave for her, to taste her, and touch her, like he would no other woman. She would be his last, like she was his first, and not even his sudden desire for Yuugi could change that. According to his book, there was nothing wrong with bedding two lovers, especially with the cursed title he possessed. He found he was drawn to her. His manhood tightened as he brushed up against her, accosting his lust.

   Apparently, Salihah controlled him well. She ran her hand between them, feeling her Lord’s bulge, and spoke with her luscious eyes that she would take care of it for him. She grasped his waist, spinning to take his spot, and let her have his before taking a seat on the royal bed. After fiddling with that damn purple sash, she greedily undressed him at her desired speed, amazed as always by the bobbing dark stem she loved to examine. She brought her lips forward and gave the tip a blissful lick. Atemu shuddered, watching her without a word. She soon took him fully, tasting him with her mouth. She licked at his dark tip with her tongue as she suckled on his growing stem.

   Atemu grasped her shoulders, knowing he wouldn’t dare take charge. This was a treat he adored, and he knew it would feel this amazing, if not more to have Yuugi engulf him the way Salihah did. Perhaps tomorrow he could convince his darling swain to please him. The thought was spine-tingling. It caused his cock to grow.

   When she was certain her Lord was hard as he could get, Salihah pulled back and laid down on the bed, sprawling before him as she spread her legs. Atemu crawled between her legs, awestruck time and time again by her beautiful womanhood hiding in soft curls. He brought his hand over it. So warm and moist. He pried opened those soft lips, getting a perfect view of what awaited his anxious cock.

   Hungrily he lapped at her pussy. This presented him with lustful whimpers. Salihah shut her eyes and tossed her head from side to side, becoming well aroused by Atemu’s pleasing tongue. Her entire body shook. She widened her legs. In an instant her toes curled as she squirted sweet juices into Atemu’s mouth. She gasped loudly as she came.

   Knowing he had pleased her greatly, Atemu ran his tongue up her body. He met with her breasts, licking around her cotton-candy mounds to taste and kiss her excited, hardened nipples. He ran his sex over hers, then plunged inside her. He fucked her, without knowing that on the other side of his door Yuugi stood with his ear pressed up, eavesdropping. Yuugi couldn’t help himself. After pretending to be tired, he immediately hopped out of bed, and quietly went into the hallway to listen to the two bicker. It hadn’t lasted as long as he hoped for, and he couldn’t believe what he heard going on.

   Atemu soon lay with Salihah, the two on their sides, their legs curled. Atemu forced his hips to move, pounding her efficiently. He trailed his tongue along her neck, kissing a sweet spot. Her body vibrated against him. Her chime of moans indicated she was enjoying every heavenly thrust. Her leg rose high, caught by Atemu as he aimed deeper, moving faster.

   When she turned to look at him, he saw it in her eyes. She was close. She arched her head back, nuzzling him. She kept still as her body built up a mass of ecstasy. Before long, Salihah cried a scream. She shuddered as Atemu exited then showered her with his seed.

   They collapsed together. Atemu held her close, not hearing the whimpers coming from his precious Yuugi behind the bedroom door.

   He thought he had found the perfect home, but Yuugi began to think otherwise. He quietly went back to bed, crying softly as he snuggled beneath his covers. It felt cold being in bed all alone, without Atemu’s comfort. It pained him to realize how strongly he hated that Salihah shared Atemu’s bedroom, that she was part of his life, and that she was currently the one doing the pleasing. It pained him to realize how strongly he had depended on the Lord of Tranquility, and thought that someone had actually cared about him. But Atemu was just like all those other Dark Faces he’d known. He didn’t care about Yuugi. He just wanted the sex.

   Yuugi hugged himself, feeling dirty. He was just like that girl he saw back at the village, dry humping that disgusting guard. How he despised the feeling, and yet how he wished only he belonged to Atemu.

   “I hate her,” he cried into his pillow. “I belong to Atemu. Me…” He closed his eyes, shivering slightly. “Me.”
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