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Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A.N. First of all,
I’m not one for incest, never have been—till now—but due to a few stories I
really wanted to try this out, so, yes. This is based off of Reyn’s chapter
called, “A Taste of Darkness,” (She is on Adultfanfiction.net for those who are
looking. ^-^) And personally I feel that hers is a LOT better than my own, so,
please read her’s and review it. I must admit that I kinda stole her idea and
expanded it, so, read hers, it’s better. ^-^ This is Yami and Yugi incestual
Yaoi, no like, no read. And the song Yami dances to is called, ‘Enchanted
Egypt’ and if anyone wishes for a copy, just let me know. ^-^

Disclaimer: This is
an AU, why would I do that if I owned the damn thing? No, I don’t own Yugioh.

WARNING: Again this
is a Yami and Yugi INCESTUAL (meaning that they have sex and are blood related)
Yaoi (GAY SEX) story. You have been warned, tread with caution.

Catacombs of Sin

Yugi

            This all
can be blamed on upbringing I guess. In the end that was what started it all, I
think, but then again, I have been wrong before. You see I’m in love with
someone very special to me, and I would do anything to stay with that person,
even go so far as to deny myself any dreams and fantasies of being together.
In fact, I do that all the time.
            Repress the
feelings of desire and longing. Of heartfelt love and tender attraction.
Because, I can’t love this person. It’s not that I shouldn’t, which is also the
case, but I can’t, because the one I
love is a male, like me. Even so, that’s not the real reason why I can never
tell my love my feelings. I mean sure there’s the problem that he may not be
gay, after all, I am not gay. I’m only gay for him. No one, and I mean no one,
else has ever, nor ever will, hold the attraction and love of me that he does,
and I can’t tell him, ever.
And it’s not because of the bridge of homo-sexuality.
            I’m pretty
sure he’d laugh it off as usual, and tell me that he was okay with my
preference. Though I’m sure he’d hate me if he knew it was for him that I cared
for. Not because he’s a homophobe. Not because he’s four years older than I am.
Not because his tan, lean body makes me shiver every time I catch a glimpse of
him in a swim trunks or when he exits from the shower. It’s not because his
crimson eyes can make me burn and do whatever he asks of me. No, it’s none of
that which holds me prisoner.
            You see,
the man I love is my brother. My older brother, Atemu. Atemu Yami Mutou. This
is the reason for all my troubles. I know it’s wrong, so very wrong, so I try
to ignore it and deny myself of these feelings, but it only ever makes things
worse. I love him so much, I can’t stand to see his girlfriends, and sometimes
cry myself to sleep at night. What’s worse is that he always tried to comfort
me when I would sob into my pillow after seeing him with his latest fling. My
big, loving, brother.
            He’s always
been the only one I could count on. My protector, my savior, my guardian angel,
my Yami.
            I guess I
should explain it a bit more clearly. After all, most of this probably doesn’t
make much sense. After all I started with upbringing and spiraled off and into
the catacombs of my darkest and deepest sin. My love for my brother.
            My parents
met in Egypt, and married, having my brother, Atemu just two years later. My
mother being Japanese gave him the middle name of Yami, as a joke I guess. His
first name being the morning star, and his middle name being darkness, anyway,
four years later I was born, and my mother died.
I was never named.
            My father
was too upset to care about me, and Atemu, my wonderful brother, ended up
naming me Yugi. Heba Yugi. Game. All I can remember is that my father drank,
and was bad. My brother practically raised me, and by the time I was two, I
knew that daddy was evil and beat up my brother. It was a routine, though now
that I look back, I can tell that those beatings were meant for me. Because I
killed my mother.
            You can say
I have a guilt issue, and maybe I do, I don’t know. My father accused me of
killing my mother, but Atemu did not, so It hurt but never enough to cause any
prominent psychological damage.
            When I
turned six, I remember that I came home from school without Atemu. He had a
longer day than me, and I wanted to make a surprise snack for him when he came
home. Dad was there, I was praying for death by the time Atemu came home.
            All I
remember is my brother screaming, and blood, lots and lots of blood. When the
police came, my brother spoke very clearly when he told them that he’d killed
our father, and gave his reasons. He was ten years old. I remember that he
wasn’t charged with anything due to the damage I had received from my father,
but this odd man had watched him for several years after the incident.
            I don’t
think my bother ever forgave himself for what happened to me. After the
incident, he always made sure that I came first, and never stopped apologizing
to me for not coming home on time. He was my shadow for a while, but I didn’t
mind in the least.
            We were
then sent to live with our Grandfather in Japan shortly after dad was in the
grave. He was kind, and very loving. Even so, we kept close, but Sugoroku, our
grandfather, never tried to infringe on us, and even let us room together for
several years until Atemu finally asked for his own room just after his
sixteenth birthday.
            I still
hurt from the memory. I hadn’t yet understood why I reacted to him when I saw
him shirtless, or why sometimes I’d dream of him. So, I wasn’t making anything
difficult for him. All the same, my brother moved out of the room. At first I
thought that was the end of our closeness, but just because our rooms
separated, it didn’t mean that anything had actually changed.
            Even now,
at fourteen, I crawl into his bed at night after nightmares, claiming that I
can’t sleep, and he’ll scoot over for me, calling me a baby. But the jest isn’t
harsh or clipped, in fact it feels like an endearment to me. A loving tease,
and I’ll curl close to his warmth and fall asleep. From the first time I could
remember I’ve always curled up with my brother to sleep, and he’d always held
me close, and safe.
            We’ve
always been close. We even had our own language for a while, and it’s said that
only identical twins do that, because their bond runs so deep. But it usually
fades out with in two years or so, Atemu and I used our own until we’d lived
with Grandpa for nearly a year. I guess that means our bond runs deeper than
even twins. Still, that doesn’t make my feelings for him right.
            I guess the
real reason for my stress is the fact that he’s now leaving, for good. He’s
moving out this summer for collage. Plans to stay in an apartment with his
friends, it sounds great and all, and I know I shouldn’t be so selfish—after
all, Atemu gave up a normal teenage life style to keep me close and happy—but I
can’t help it. The college isn’t far from home he could live here with grandpa
and me and commute to the school, instead he’s moving out.
            This hurts
more than everything else, more than the separate bedroom thing, because with
that at least I could still see him everyday. But in a few very short months I
won’t even have that anymore. I can’t handle it, I hope writing it all out like
this will help, because, I just can’t keep going like this. I’ll just have to
suppress it like always. I’ll take this secret I keep hidden in my catacomb of
sins, to my grave.
Cause, more than anything else, I could never live with
Atemu’s hate.
So, here’s where it ends. I hope.

Yugi Mutou
~Heba

            Yugi set
his pen down, looking over his quickly scribbled words on his diary before
closing the book and hiding it safely away in his bottom drawer.
            “Yugi,
dinner’s on!” The deep resonate voice of his elder brother came from the
hallway, and Yugi smiled. He loved his brother deeply, and though part of that
love was wrong, another part of it was pure. Will everything change now? Is he really leaving me behind, or is it
just another one of those steps in growing up? Yugi wondered to himself.
            They were
so different from each other, probably due to Yugi’s premature birth, but his
soft feminine qualities where not the only thing that separated them. Atemu was
popular, had always been, but Yugi, he was the outcast of the school. He had no
friends of his own, and those he could call friendly, were actually Yami’s friends,
who were being kind to his kid brother. It hadn’t really bothered him before,
but after Atemu graduated early that winter, things had become a lot worse. The
bullies had started to beat him up, forcing him to run home after school let
out. It wouldn’t have bothered him so much if he could have told his brother
about it, and maybe get a cuddle from the bad stuff, but he couldn’t.
            Atemu was
looking forward to moving out, and if Yugi said anything about his problems
now, it would only cause his brother more grief. Besides… maybe he’ll call me after he’s gone. Yugi hoped with all
his heart that he would.
            “Heba?” The
soft question brought Yugi around sharply, and he found crimson staring at him
from the doorway.
            “Atemu?”
Yugi asked, tilting his head to the side, memorizing the face of his brother.
The older sibling smiled, walking into the room. His dark jeans and sweater
looking good on his form, as he looked around the room he’d vacated two years
before. Atemu had always been a very laid back kind of person. Always calm and
kind toward Yugi, his every move gentle and conservative. “Is something wrong?”
            “Isn’t that
my question?” Atemu asked with a smirk, and Yugi laughed, realizing that he
never answered his brother’s shout for dinner.
            “I’m fine, just
thinking.” Yugi said, trying not to let the sadness show too much on his face
or in his voice. He must have failed, for Atemu moved further into the room,
and knelt in front of Yugi, his hands on his shoulders leaning his forehead
against Yugi’s looking into his eyes.
            “Tell me,
Heba.” Atemu coaxed, and Yugi looked away sadly. Their Egyptian names where
what they called each other by in private, part of their little brotherly pact.
It was also because their Japanese names caused less commotion in school. But
now, the endearment was just another reminder of what he was losing. “My Heba,
what is bothering you, hmm?”
            Yugi felt
tears in his eyes when he looked up and into his brother’s ruby stare. He loved
his brother’s eyes, and Atemu had admitted to loving his own, though Yugi knew
he meant it in a family-loving sort of manner.
            “Atemu… why
are you leaving? Have I done something wrong?” Yugi asked, though he knew he
should not, and felt some of his tears escape his clenched eyes. He heard his
brother’s indrawn breath and whimpered, lifting his hands to push at his
falling tears. “I… I don’t mean… I know that… I—I—” Yugi was cut short as his
brother drew him into a hug, holding him like he always had, safe and close.
            Yugi could
hear Atemu’s heartbeat through his chest, and sniffled softly listening to it,
perversely thinking how he wished that it beat for him, before shoving such
horrible thoughts from his mind. He returned the embrace with his own brotherly
love, roughly squishing the part that wanted more.
            “Heba, it
is not you. I am not leaving you, never think that.” Atemu whispered, and the
sound rumbled through his chest and Yugi smiled listening to the deep rolling
sound. “So, stop worrying.” Atemu pulled back and held Yugi’s cheeks tenderly,
leaning close to brush noses with him. It had been something that they did when
ever Yugi had been frightened or sad in the past, and Yugi had assumed that his
mother had started it with Atemu when he was young. It made him smile. “You’re
my little brother, I love you.”
            Yugi
crushed the sadness that swelled in his heart and smiled back, nodding once.
“Hai.”
            “Good.”
Atemu rose back to his feet stretching and turned to Yugi’s door, “Come on, we
don’t want Gramps’ lasagna to get cold.” Atemu made a face as if remembering
eating the meal icy cold, and Yugi laughed, jumping to his feet to follow his
brother from his room.
Maybe things won’t be
so bad… maybe.

~^~

            “Don’t let
him get away!” The scream caused Yugi’s heart to double it’s already quickened
pace, as he darted around another corner on the busy streets of Domino. His
sides burned from his effort to escape. The things he did for friendship.
            Yugi sighed
inwardly. He’d managed to make one friend sophomore year, the small
white-haired boy looking a lot like his brother’s friend Bakura, but he, like
Yugi, was very small and soft spoken.
Oh, and very gay.
            “We’re
going to pound your ass you fag! Just you wait, we’ll show you what real men
are like!” The jibbing sneers caused Yugi to panic a bit more. Ryo’s journal
had been stolen from his desk, and cycled around the school, and his crush for
the leader of the group that now wanted to maim Yugi, had gotten out. Ryo had
been devastated, and in an attempt to cheer him up, Yugi had offered to get his
journal back. Ryo had hugged him, and then the two had been seen by Kuwasaga,
Ryo’s crush, and that lead to Yugi tackling the boy and wrestling the journal
away, which in turn, led to what Yugi was doing this very moment. I’m going to die! Their going to kill me… or
worse…
            Yugi hugged
the book closer to his chest as he made another sharp turn diving between
people hoping to lose the boys trailing him. Their pursuit sounded muffled and
distant now, but Yugi wasn’t taking any chances and darted down and into the
work district.
            The stitch
in his side was cramping and starting to hurt, when Yugi spotted a grungy store
window just up ahead. Yugi threw himself through the door and moved deeper into
the darkness of the shop, eyes glued to the window. His entire body was shaking
as he waited for his assailants to come in after him. He held his breath when
the first appeared looking tired and pissed off, he ran right by the store,
followed quickly by his group members. Only one stopped to even look at the
door, but quickly turned away from it with a deeply disgusted look on his face.
Oh, thank god… Yugi breathed silently
and slumped a bit, now that he was allowed to relax, and looked down at the
worn red book in his arms. So much
trouble for something so tiny. Suddenly, Yugi was glad that he kept his own
journal locked away in his desk drawer at home. I’ll just wait here for a while, till its safe to go back home… Yugi
thought, knowing that there was a good chance that the boys would double back for
him if he left now, and turned to find something to do while he waited.
What the hell?! Yugi
felt his face turn crimson when he found himself standing in the center of a
room that held a large stage and several tables with poles and lights, as young
men danced to a hypnotic beat, slowly removing their clothes while miming the
acts of sex.
            Yugi’s jaw
dropped, suddenly understanding why the one boy had given such a disgusted look
at the door. Yugi was in a male strip joint. The air was thick with hot panted
breath and the arousal of the older men who sat around the room hooting and
hollering at the sensually dancing boys on stage. I need to get out of here…. Yugi thought, already imagining his
grandfather’s screaming voice if he ever found out that he had been in such a
place.
            Backing up,
Yugi searched the area for a possible exit, but quickly found that there was
none. He briefly toyed with the idea of running back out the front door, but
the thought of being caught held him still. Kami
I wish this was all a nightmare! Yugi thought desperately, wishing that he
could wake up, and that the pounding music would be nothing but a storm
outside, and that he could run down the hall to his brother’s arms and pretend
that nothing was wrong with the world.
            Yugi opened
his eyes somewhat sadly, knowing how much of a fantasy that truly was. Atemu
had moved out two years and three months ago, and though he called often, he’d
never given Yugi his new address, and only came over for dinner every other
Saturday, and to Yugi, it felt as though Atemu was attempting to hide from him.
Hell, his brother wouldn’t even give him a hug when he visited anymore.
            His
pain-filled thoughts were stalled when he noticed a large man coming his way.
He looked like a bouncer and suddenly, Yugi realized that he was most likely
underage for such a place. Damn it, he’ll
throw me out and then I’ll get caught and who knows what! Yugi turned
quickly and ran into the crowd, pushing his way through hoping to vanish
between the people.
            Following a
particularly large crowd of men, staying in the middle of the murmuring group,
he found himself in a separate room with a large table and another pole, though
this time the stage was empty. Yugi still swallowed, and moved to back out, not
wanting to be caught when the dancer emerged, when the sight of the bouncer
walking by the door caught Yugi’s attention.
            Yugi shoved
forward to the front of the line, plopping himself down in a chair that was
situated just before the table. Yugi paid it little mind, only knowing that
hordes of men blocked him from sight, and that with him seated, it would be
harder to be spotted.
            The bouncer
moved by the door, and Yugi let out a breath, relaxing, and pulling his book
bag from his back, placing the journal inside, and holding it in his lap. He
realized that he was now trapped by the group he’d used as a cover, and jumped
when the lights dimmed and the music started up. It was a low base, that became
over powered by a whining note, raising up into a melody that reminded Yugi of
a sad attempt at an Egyptian style theme.
Yugi was now trapped with a front
row seat, and had no other choice but to sit and watch. If he made a ruckus the
bouncer would find him, and then the others would catch him, and he’d be a
bloodied pulp before sunset. At least I
got Ryo’s journal back… Yugi
thought trying to look on the bright side, while feeling his face heat with
embarrassed panic.
            “You hear,
Akifa isn’t coming in.” One man chattered excitedly from above Yugi’s head, and
he glanced back noticing that the one who was speaking looked awfully young,
and Yugi swore that he knew the blond’s face, but shook the thought off, as the
man he’d been talking to, raised an eyebrow.
            The blond’s
companion gave a discontented sigh, “You serious?”
            “Yep, rather
disappointing, but I here he’s got a hot new filler. Sadly, it seems this will
be a one night performance.”
            “How is
that possible?”
            The blond
shrugged. “I heard he lost a bet with the owner, but that’s just gossip.”
            Yugi turned
back to the stage when the blond looked his way, the man’s lavender eyes
widening in shock, hoping against hope that he would not get caught and thrown
out, Yugi was just in time to catch sight of the figure walking up from the
darken catwalk that led to the lighted table. Over the music, he heard the
blond yelling and looked away again, peeking over his shoulder.
            “Go, Yuuhi!
Take it off baby!” The blond seemed to be enjoying himself, as though there was
some deeper secret to it all, and confused, Yugi turned back, his eyes locking
on the feet that stood on either side of the pole. Looking up, Yugi followed
the leather clad legs, nicely shaped and long. They connected to slim hips that
moved to the beat of the music as the arms and hands removed the leather shirt.
            Bronze skin
shone in the lighting, showing off a toned abdomen and dusky flat nipples.
Something about the man’s form on stage seemed familiar to Yugi, and he glanced
up to the face of the dancer, somewhat surprised to find his head hidden in the
shirt top. Why am I watching this? I’m
not gay, well not for anyone but my brother, and I know…
            All thought
fled Yugi’s mind as the shirt was thrown off, landing on the table with a soft
sound that was lost under the driving beat of the music. The sharp features of
his brother were burned into Yugi’s mind, as crimson eyes swept the crowd with
an intense look.
Oh, god…
            Yugi
swallowed hard, feeling his body heat up as his brother smirked, and grabbed a
hold of the pole, throwing his head back and sinking downward, pulling himself
astride the metal. His multi colored hair brushed the ground as he pulled
himself up, wrapping one leg around the pole as he sunk back down, an arm
raised above his head the other held down by his side. His face was pressed to
the metal, eyes closed as his tongue traced down the silver pole after his
body.
            Shouts and
hollers came from the crowd behind him, but Yugi hardly noticed, as he became
rock hard in an instant. Yugi gasped, eyes glued to the sensual picture that
his brother made. It was his every wet dream and long denied fantasy come true,
and Yugi was rooted to the spot, his bag and the table the only things hiding
his reaction. This… isn’t.. couldn’t…
Yami… Atemu what—no how—!
            Yugi’s
thoughts continued to race as Atemu continued to dance, his hands splaying over
his form, fingers tracing over his body, before he jumped up onto the pole,
slipping down a ways, and moving slowly against his inanimate lover. Yugi’s
body burned and his hard on throbbed, becoming painful as he continued to watch
his brother. This was like nothing he’d ever expected. His brother was always
so conservative, so head strong and straight in every way possible, and yet
here he was, dancing like a sinner under the glaring lights, his face a mask of
lust and passion, as he threw his head back, his feet touching the floor, and
he pulled himself back up, rubbing against the smooth metal.
            Yugi
pressed his bag down with his hands against his groin, shivering at the feel of
pressure, and whimpered in need. This… is
so wrong… Yugi gasped, wishing that he were the pole that his brother moved
against, when one half lidded crimson eye scanned the crowd and landed on him.
Yugi froze when those eyes widened in shock, and the body
stopped moving for a heartbeat, time froze, locking Yugi’s heart in icy fear. Shit! I am so dead!
Yugi’s heart fluttered like a
captured butterfly in his chest, his emotions torn between lust and terror.
Everyone would notice him now, because Atemu’s dance had stalled on account of
him, but then, just as Yugi was starting to sweat, Atemu recovered, returning
to his dance, this time, his eyes locked with Yugi’s.
Yugi felt his face heat up, and bit
his lip, knowing that he should turn away, but he just couldn’t do so. Who is this? This can’t be my brother… the
person I haven’t seen in three weeks, haven’t really spoken to in over two
years, can’t possibly be… but…
            Yugi
squeaked aloud when Atemu sank to his knees and crawled toward him, a predatory
gleam in his half lidded eyes. His smirk was lustful as he slid his way right
up to Yugi, his back side still swaying to the music. The men about him were
hollering now, and Yugi’s heart felt as though it might just burst from his
chest.
            Yugi wasn’t
aware that he was panting until Atemu had leaned in close to brush his nose
against Yugi’s. The innocent action made Yugi’s toes curl and he let out a
startled gasp. When had that become a turn on? Yugi’s body was humming with
desire and need, every dirty thought he’d ever had of his brother running
through his fogged mind, and Yugi wondered if Atemu was planning to kiss him.
            “Heba…” The
whispered breath against his lips, caused Yugi to gasp, his lungs freezing.
“Wait here.” The command was punctuated with the steady look that Atemu gave
him, and Yugi shivered, his lust somewhat dispelled by the knowledge that his
brother had seen how he was watching him. Is
he disgusted? Angry? Disappointed?!
            Yugi
flushed, suddenly feeling very vile, and averted his eyes from his older
brother’s shaking ass, as he returned to the pole, dancing so enticingly, his
body twisting and arching to the music as sweat drenched his lithe form.
            Yugi
clenched his eyes shut, feeling the burning prick of tears as he tried to block
out the image of Atemu, tried to will this horrid nightmare from his mind. What must he think of me now? We haven’t
spoken to each other in ages, and now I’m in a strip joint watching him like…
like…
            Yugi wasn’t
even aware that the dance had ended, until the driving beat could no longer be
heard, and the sound of moving bodies drove Yugi to look around. The air was
cooler now that the crowd wasn’t pressed in so close, as if to smother him. The
air now felt icy to his heated cheeks and ears, Yugi sucked in a deep breath.
This was his chance to run, to escape.
            No longer
careing that the bullies may very well be waiting for him, Yugi picked up his
bag, wincing as his current erection caused a lance of pain. Yugi felt like
crying, he was so fucking hard, it hurt,
but he was so bad for feeling this way.
            Yugi was
mortified that he was in his current condition in such an establishment, and
wondered how he could make it the door with out hurting himself, when a heavy
hand clasped his shoulder, holding him in his seat. Yugi let out a squeak, and
turned around quickly, clutching the bag to his body both to hide his sinful
feelings, as well as for security.
            The blond
man from before, the one who had called Atemu, Yuuhi, stood beside him,
lavender eyes narrowed slightly, and Yugi squirmed.
            “… you must
be Yugi.” He said, a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. Yugi felt his jaw
drop wondering how he knew the man.
            “… ah—”
            “Yes, and
he is with me, so you can leave him be Marik.”
            Yugi
stiffened at the voice that came from directly before him. Slowly, like in all
the great, cheesy horror flicks, Yugi turned and lifted his eyes to the stage.
Atemu stood by the pole, dressed once again in his normal jeans and sweater
ensemble. Yugi blinked several times trying to put the two different sides of
his brother together, but they simply wouldn’t mesh.
            “Right.
Thanks again, Yuuhi,” Marik seemed to
be taunting his brother, and as Atemu came to the table’s edge, sitting down
directly in front of Yugi, feet resting on the sides of Yugi’s chair encasing
his thighs, Yugi recalled where he’d heard the name before.
            “Aren’t
you, the friend that Yam—“ Yugi was cut short as his brother reached out, his
hand covering Yugi’s mouth before he could finish his sentence.
            “While
we’re here Yugi, I am Yuuhi. I have no intention of being found by any of
these… men, later.” Atemu hesitated
to call the customers men, and it made Yugi blush darker, feeling as though his
brother had lumped him in with the rest. His head lowered and he bit his lip,
hands fisting on his bag.
            “Yes. Well,
I can see you two need to … talk,”
Marik interjected again, and Yugi could have sworn that his words held a double
meaning, when Atemu glared at him, but he didn’t try to think about it. “So,
I’ll just leave you to it, Yami.” Marik walked away with an almost hop to his
stride, and Yugi wondered what was wrong with the older teen.
“You live with him?” Yugi asked,
forgetting that Atemu and he had not spoken so casually in ages.
            “Yes, and
sadly he is also the owner to this place.”
            Yugi
whipped back around, mouth gaping in shock. “Really? But, he looks so young.”
            Atemu
nodded, as though that explained everything, running a large hand through his
damp golden bangs, and Yugi was reminded of how that hair had become damp, and
he turned away again. “So, what are you doing here, Heba?”
            Yugi
twisted his fingers further into his bag, and chewed on the inside of his lip.
Should he tell him the truth? Would it even make a difference?
            “I don’t
come here… normally, and I wouldn’t have, had I had time to look at what kind
of place this was. In fact I would be home by now, but I was… well, you see I
pissed off these kids, and they wanted to beat me up so, I came in here to
escape them, then couldn’t leave cause they would probably be waiting, and then
the bouncer came, and he would have thrown me out and the bullies were waiting
and so I hid in the crowd and wound up here, and I … I would never have stayed
if that bouncer wasn’t there I swear it—“
            “Heba,
breathe. You are not on trial, you are old enough to make choices for
yourself.” Atemu said, and Yugi nearly burst into tears once more. He missed
being told what to do by his big brother. He missed the lingering presence as
he was guarded by Atemu, and punished for being bad.
            “Heba?”
Atemu questioned, as Yugi sniffled.
            “I wish I
wasn’t…”
            “What?”
Atemu sounded concerned, and Yugi turned his face away.
            “I thought
you worked at the game shop.” Yugi muttered, and Atemu chuckled, leaning on his
legs, hands angled in between his knees. Yugi, blushed realizing for the first
time since his brother sat down, that his face was level with his brother’s
crotch.
            “I do… I
sort of lost a bet with Marik, and as such I had to dance here… one of his guys
called in sick, so the bastard called my number.” Yugi looked up, pleased that
his brother wasn’t a stranger to him after all, and was warmed by the soft
expression that he wore, and felt himself fall in love all over again. “Do me a
favor, and don’t tell Sugoroku, I think it might kill him.”
            “Ha, like
I’d tell him that I was even in a place like this to begin with.” Yugi said,
with a laugh, and received a closed-lipped smile from his brother in return.
His face seemed so regal, and aloof, that Yugi felt himself harden a bit more,
and winced at the discomfort.
            “Yeah,
between the two of us, he’d be six feet under in less than a minute.” Atemu
said with a laugh, though his eyes were hard and serious, like before.
Yugi looked away again. “I’m sorry…
I didn’t mean to… look at you.. like… like… that.” Yugi whispered, feeling his
ears burn. This time, Atemu did laugh, and Yugi shrank further into his seat,
feeling completely wretched.
            “Heba, you
don’t need to apologize. I’m shocked that you didn’t start screaming and
clawing at your eyes. I mean, you held it together pretty well.” Atemu said,
and Yugi was starting to hope that maybe Atemu hadn’t noticed the lust in his
gaze, and wasn’t sure if he was pleased or saddened by that fact, when Atemu’s
eyes darkened and he smirked playfully, “Unless, you may have enjoyed my dance
more than you should have.”
            It was
meant to be a joke, something to get a rise out of him, Yugi knew, but he’d
never been able to lie to his brother, and now was no different.
His silence must have spoken volumes to Atemu.
            His shocked
breath, made Yugi squirm slightly, and—glimpsing through his bangs—Yugi noticed
the wide eyed expression on his brother’s face. Yugi felt his heart triple its
pace, as fearful tears burned the backs of his eyes. This is it… this is where he starts to hate me for being so dirty and
wrong… and… disgusting!
            “Heba?”
Atemu questioned, as though asking him to say that he was straight and only
joking. It sent a bitter pain through his heart. Yugi’s lower lip trembled, and
he clutched his bag closer to his chest, curling up into a tighter ball. I’m so sorry, Atemu… so sorry.
            Atemu stood
and moved away, and Yugi curled even closer to his bag, whimpering lightly,
until the firm grip on his wrist jerked him into a standing position.
            “Ate—“ A
glance from those crimson eyes reminded Yugi of the others in the building, and
he stopped himself midway, “Yuuhi… what—“
            “Come,
Yugi.”
            The use of
his Japanese name, the distance that it set, made Yugi’s heart wrench
painfully, as he stumbled after his brother, trying not to walk too funny with
his raging hard on, his bag, now his only cover.
            They passed
down a hall that was darkened and smelled of cigarette smoke, and entered a
side room. Yugi was barely in the room before Atemu stopped and turned to the
door, locking it, then faced Yugi again. Atemu’s expression was unreadable, but
dark. Yugi flinched, and stepped back a pace, whimpering at the expression that
clouded his brother’s features.
            “Yugi…”
            Yugi did
burst into tears then, the panic too great for his fragile emotions, and he
held the bag closer, not wanting his brother to see just how vile he really
was. Atemu was walking toward him quickly, and Yugi stumbled backwards,
tripping over a chair in his attempt to escape, and some how managed to get himself
pinned to the wall when he’d scrambled to his feet to run. His brother had
quickly made his way to him, becoming the barrier that held Yugi prisoner.
Atemu’s arms encased him on either side, his palms pressed to the wall behind
him.
            “Yugi?”
Atemu sounded concerned, but the distance forced another sob passed Yugi lips,
as he started to cry out to his brother, begging him not to despise him. I can live with out your love, with out your
touch, but please! Don’t abandon me….
            “I’m sorry,
Atemu! I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Yugi cowered, crying openly,
trying to press himself through the wall. A gentle touch to his face, brought
his cries to a stand still, and he opened fearful eyes to see worried, and
guilty crimson.
            Yugi
hiccupped, softly, as Atemu’s thumb brushed his tears from his cheeks lovingly,
his voice a muted whisper as he pressed his forehead to Yugi’s, his nose
brushing his in the lightest of caresses. “Heba?”
            Yugi choked
on air at the endearment. Shock tore through his body, momentarily numbing him
as his mind processed the meaning of that single name, and then he leaned
closer to his brother, crying and laughing with his excess adrenalin. Atemu
wasn’t angry with him, or disgusted. Yugi felt a rush of relief flood his
senses and would have leaped into his brother’s arms to be held, had his
current condition not been… granite. “Atemu… I—I’m…”
            “Shh, Heba,
I am not angry with you. Come, sit down so we can talk.” Atemu whispered,
against his ear, and Yugi shivered, the heat returning to his body,
strengthening his fading erection, and Yugi flushed, once more as his brother
tried to remove the bag from his grasp.
            “No!” Yugi
cried, yanking the bag back into place. The last thing he needed or wanted was
to be caught with the boner of the century, because his brother was a sexy
dancer. Damn it! Don’t think of that! Yugi
thought, trying to keep his thoughts from his brother’s body. Atemu lifted an
eyebrow, obviously confused with his refusal to take a seat, before his
expression smoothed over to be replaced
with suspicion.
            “What are
you hiding from me, Heba?”
            Yugi
shivered, and press himself to the wall again, as Atemu leaned in close, his
lips brushing the outer shell of Yugi’s ear as he spoke, his breath a hot burn
to his skin.
            “Show me,
Heba.”
            “N—no…”
Yugi whimpered, clutching the damn back pack like a lifeline. His brother
didn’t hate him now, but if he saw that he
surely would. “I can’t!”
            “Why is
that, my little Heba?” Atemu asked, one hand lowering to pat the top of his
head, and Yugi leaned forward and pressed his forehead to his brother’s collar
bone, to escape the brotherly contact.
            “Because…
you’ll hate me…”
            Atemu made
a soft sound in the back of his throat, as his arms came around Yugi holding
him close, and for the first time in two years, Yugi heard the beloved sound of
his brother’s heart beat. “My sweet one, I could never hate you. Not even if
you killed me, could I hate my little light.” Atemu whispered, and Yugi trembled,
the grip on his back pack falling slack, at the words he’d longed to hear come
from his brother’s mouth.
            “Atemu…”
Yugi cried, dropping the bag from numbed fingers, to throw his arms around his
brother. Oh how he’d missed the sweet contact. Atemu had stopped holding him
after his fourth dinner visit, and Yugi was beginning to fear that maybe he’d
gotten a hold of his diary, but all of those thoughts quickly fled, as Atemu’s
long arms encircled Yugi’s body pulling him close.
            The hug was
tense, as if each of them wanted to pull the other deep into themselves.
Atemu’s head was angled down, lips and nose pressed to the back of Yugi’s skull
breathing him in, his larger hands pressed to Yugi’s lower back and shoulder,
as Yugi’s own arms clenched tightly around Atemu’s taunt waist.
            “Atemu.
Atemu. Atemu.” Yugi cried, rubbing his face into his brother’s shoulder,
relieved tears rinsing away years of anxiety.
            “Hush,
Heba, I am here.” Atemu whispered, his breath a hot tingle on Yugi’s spine, and
it sent an electric jolt straight to Yugi’s burning erection. It all felt like
a dream, the best wet dream he’d ever had, so Yugi wasn’t quite thinking when
he jerked his hips forward, pressing his painful hard on to his brother’s
muscled thigh.
            Yugi let
out a shuddering groan of need, shivering from the feel, his mind fogged
temporarily. This must be another wet
dream… there is no way that this can be real… Yugi thought dazed, until the
soft sound of shock escaped his brother in a soft rumble.
            “Heba…?”
Atemu asked, and moved back slightly to look down at what Yugi was doing.
Yugi’s eyes flew open, and he blushed scarlet, as he moved to cover himself,
heart beating so hard in his chest it threatened to choke him. Kami! Why did I have to do that! Stupid!
Stupid, Stupid! Panic filled Yugi’s mind and he quickly tried to apologize,
for his absurd actions.
            “Ah! G…
gome—“ Yugi’s apology was cut short at the feel of Atemu’s fingers as they
brushed gently over his bulge. Yugi squeaked out a breathy moan and shivered,
his body tingling with after shocks the touch had caused. The shock of the
touch, and the pleasure it brought rendered him speechless for a moment, and
Yugi just stood there trembling.
            “Is this
what you feared me seeing, Heba?” Atemu’s voice had grown husky and resonate as
he whispered against Yugi’s ear. He rubbed Yugi again, and the small boy let
out a cry, his hands reaching out to grip Atemu’s shoulders to keep from
falling as his legs went numb. Oh… GOD!
This can’t be real… Atemu can’t be…
            Hot air
burned Yugi’s neck as his brother chuckled, lips pressing a tender kiss to his
throat. Yugi closed his eyes drowning in the sensations of his forbidden
fantasies. Wet heat brushed his skin, and Yugi sucked in a shuddering breath as
Atemu placed an open mouth kiss to the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Teeth
scraped enticingly over his skin, followed by the soothing brush of Atemu’s
tongue. His brother suckled at his throat gently, lifting away for a breath,
when Yugi’s shivering grew intense, to nuzzle at Yugi’s earlobe, placing a
chaste kiss to the skin below.
            “Heba, is
this what you want?” Atemu questioned, pressing his hand more firmly to Yugi’s
painful erection, and Yugi squirmed, mewling in pleasured heat. “Is this what
you felt when you watched me, little Heba?”
            “Ah!” Yugi
arched into his brother when the taller boy cupped him, giving a light squeeze.
He was burning, and aching, and flying all at once, and Yugi could hardly think
beyond the growing need between his legs. “… plea—please… At—Atemu! S…so.. so hard! Hurts… it… Ah!” Yugi screamed when
his brother pressed his palm to his need harshly, and rubbed him
none-too-gently through his school pants.
            “Let me
take care of it, Heba. Let me take care of you…” Atemu whispered, his kisses
returning with a deep passion. Yugi trembled, tilting his head back in
offering, and his brother gladly accepted, sucking at his skin as hands
smoothed over Yugi’s chest, rubbing at his nipples through his white cotton
shirt. His hands smoothed over Yugi’s sides, pausing to press the heel of the
palm into Yugi’s lower stomach, and Yugi felt himself harden further yet.
            “Ah!
Atemu…” Yugi breathed, his breath labored, face and body hot and beginning to
sweat, his golden bangs clinging to his cheeks. “H—hurry… please!”
            The hands
stopped, and promptly dropped to Yugi’s hips pulling him closer, as fingers
worked the button free, the zipper pulling down slowly with agonizing
vibrations upon him. Yugi clenched his hands into Atemu’s shoulders and he
cried out as the pressure was released, and that large, warm, hand slid inside
to work his member through the cotton of his boxers.
            “Ah!
Ha..hah—Ah!” Yugi voiced his pleasure, one arm managing to jerk it’s way around
his brother’s shoulders, to hold on for dear life, as his body imploded around
him. “Oh! So… so good… At—Ate—Ah!” Yugi arched up rising to the tips of his
toes, and felt his brother’s arm wrap around his waist, holding him against the
warm body that loved him.
            The hand
moved, sliding down and inside of Yugi’s underwear, touching his bare skin, and
Yugi thought he’d die at the sensations that engulfed him. The feel of those,
large, warm, calloused hands, rubbing against his most sensitive part was
nearly too much for Yugi to take.
            “Oh, yes!
Oh! Atemu!” Yugi whispered, heart fluttering at the appreciative moan his
brother made in return, frantic kisses, littering his neck and ear. Atemu
nipped at Yugi’s skin several times, a bit roughly, and the mixture of pain and
pleasure jolted Yugi’s mind up into a frenzied state. He relaxed against his
brother and the wall, crying out with ecstasy, listening to the sounds they
made in the quiet side room. Yugi wondered if it was the break room, or perhaps
a private room where high paying costumers could enjoy a private performance,
but the thoughts were fleeting as Atemu, shifted, pressing Yugi to the wall,
the hand at Yugi’s back, slipping around to hold Yugi’s hip.
            “I’m sorry…
Heba… but… I need this…” Atemu whispered, nipping at Yugi’s earlobe
seductively, “Let me…”
            Yugi nodded
his head, frantic for his release, and felt Atemu’s smirk against his throat as
his brother slid down his body, kneeling before Yugi’s hard on. The hand that
worked him, pushed the offending cloth out of the way, and the rush of cool
air, nearly made Yugi cream on the spot. He gripped his brother’s shoulders,
one hand tangling in the hair at the base of his neck.
            Yugi
opened, hazy eyes, swallowing hard, as he watched his brother, face a mask of
desire and lust, as he looked at his member. His fingers brushed it lovingly once,
before he leaned close, parting his lips just slightly, to encase the tip in a
slipping kiss.
            Yugi choked
on his cry, whining as he tried to buck, only to be held down by his brother’s
hands. His body was on fire, one that burned in his lower belly, and centered
around his erection. Yugi gasped and panted unable to speak, as his brother
rubbed his hip soothingly, bringing his attention back down to him, before
opening his mouth and swallowing Yugi down to the hilt.
            Yugi’s head
threw back on a silent scream at the moist heat that surrounded his hard on,
and the delicious pressure that encased him as his brother suckled with that
hot mouth of his. Oh shit, oh shit, oh
shit, oh, shit! Yugi thought, the image of his brother sucking him off now
imprinted in the front of his mind.
            Right,
wrong, and apprehension were blown out of Yugi’s mind at the feel of Atemu’s
tongue as it stroked up the underside of his penis, curling and running over
it’s sides as the throat clamped and massaged his very tip. All Yugi could
manage to do was breathe and moan, his body quaking and shivering at the over
load to his senses. Pleasured tears rose to his eyes, and leaked out when Atemu
started to move, bobbing his head up and down over Yugi’s need.
            Lips pulled
tight as he left, and teeth scraped stimulatingly as he returned and Yugi was
left panting and desperately trying to buck, and pump into his brother’s
welcoming mouth, but Atemu held him still.
            “F—f…fa…
fast… faster… oh… please…” Yugi managed to squeak out between his breaths,
causing his head to feel light and dizzy. Atemu hummed and the vibrations
rumbled through Yugi, wrenching a scream from his throat, before he complied.
His actions picking up speed and suction, fingertips digging into Yugi’s hips
and butt, suddenly he jerked Yugi’s hips into motion, shoving and pushing Yugi
in and out of his throat.
            The heated
coil in Yugi’s belly pulled taunt, and Yugi screamed breathlessly, sweat
rolling down the sides of his face, dripping from his chin, dampening his hair
and bangs. Atemu gave a brief nip to Yugi’s tip, and quickly slid back down
swallowing him whole, and Yugi lost it, the coil snapped violently and he came
still inside of his brother’s mouth. That knowledge alone caused Yugi to tense,
as his brother greedily swallowed all that Yugi gave him.
            Yugi
trembled in his high, floating on the aftershocks of his orgasm, as his brother
suckled and licked him clean. The feel of Atemu’s tongue on his now flaccid
member gave Yugi a delighted chill and he shivered, before slumping bonelessly
against his brother’s form. Atemu caught him gently, carefully covering Yugi
up, redressing him.
            “Sweet
Heba…” Atemu’s voice was husky and yet soft and loving, as his fingers brushed
over his cheeks and through his damp bangs lovingly.
            Yugi was
aware of a hardness beneath him from his brother’s lap, but couldn’t think much
on it, as consciousness left him. Yugi let his heavy eyes drift close, as sleep
claimed him, knowing and feeling safe in Atemu’s loving arms.

~*~

            The first
thing he became aware of was that he was laying in a bed, one that smelled
curiously like his brother. But his brother had moved out years ago, and the
room had not been used since. Confused, Yugi opened his eyes, and was shocked
to find himself in a darkened bedroom he did not recognize.
            There was
an open window with white curtains that billowed and shifted with each breath
of wind from the outside. The sound of cars and dogs drifted in from the dark
opening, giving him some sense of direction. He had to be in the city still, if
those sound were still present. Under the window was a small space heater. It
looked old, most likely second hand bought, but it seemed to do its job, for
there was no other sort of heating appliance in the room.
            The bed was
only a few feet from the window, across from the bed was an open closet, it was
small and narrow, but well kept and orderly. There was a space rack that held
folded items on the top, and below it were several hung articles of clothing,
shirts by the look of it. And below those was a dirty clothes hamper.
            Beyond
that, there was nothing to the room save a small desk that was littered with
papers and books. Pens lay strewn around the chair where they must have fallen
from their rest upon the work top.
            Yugi
curiously took in the surroundings, his heart relaxing at the normal appearance
the room held. In fact it reminded him of his brother’s room back at his
Grandfather’s house, except smaller. Yugi sat up, the blankets making a soft
sound, noticing that his blazer was gone, and was now hanging on the back of
the chair, as were his shoes, though they seemed to be elsewhere, most likely
at the front door of the place. He rubbed at one eye, trying to recall what had
happened to him last.

            Hot lips pulled as a tongue pressed over
sensitized flesh. The head bobbed over his stiff member, ruby tipped ebony
swayed with the movement, as golden bangs brushed low on his belly, causing
heat to spread sensually through his body, setting off sparks off desire and
lust.

Dark crimson flooded his cheeks and
Yugi gasped gripping the bed sheets with his hands in confusion. Did that….really happen? Was it a dream? Yugi’s
musings were cut short by the sound of a sigh, and whipping around, Yugi found
a person standing in the shadows beside the open window.
            “Heba.” The
sound of Atemu’s voice, caused Yugi to shiver, and his mouth became cotton dry.
So, it wasn’t a dream… I’m in Atemu’s
room. His new room. That means… Elation filled Yugi’s heart, forming a
smile on his lips. He was finally here, with his brother, at the place his
brother now stayed. Unconsciously, Yugi breathed in deeply, taking in the smell
of Atemu, memorizing it, but his joy quickly melted when the reason he did not
remember coming to this place returned to his mind. Yugi made a face, his
cheeks feeling like they could fry an egg. I
passed out… great. What a girly and weak thing to… God damn it! He sucks me off
and, I fucking pass out from pleasure?! What kind of excuse is—
            “Are you
all right, Heba?” Atemu questioned, his voice low and concerned, though it held
a strong undercurrent of sadness. Yugi had to blink at that, but answered
nonetheless, his own voice quiet and slightly embarrassed.
            “Yeah, I’m…
I’m okay.” Yugi looked away from the crimson eyes that gazed sorrowfully into
his own, and suddenly cold fear began to eat away at his insides. His face felt
clammy, his body cold, as Yugi began to realize the enormity of the past
events.
            His brother
had just given him a blow job. They’d crossed the line, and committed the most
evilest of sins. Yugi bit his lip, suddenly wishing he was far away from his
brother and this room. They had committed an incestuous act, one that his
brother was probably just coming to grips with and regretting. He… he’ll never speak to me again! No, I
can’t handle that! anything but that!
            Rational
thoughts, such as the fact that it had been Atemu that had initiated their
sexual encounter and had asked Yugi to allow him to do what he did, were far
from his mind. Eclipsed by the blind panic and insecurities that Yugi had been
dealing with since before his brother had even moved out from the house. Yugi’s
breathing picked up, and he wasn’t even aware that he was crying until the
weight on the bed shifted and the comforting warmth of his brother’s arms
enfolded him in a hug.
            “Heba, hush
now, it’s going to be fine. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Heba, it’s okay,
everything will be okay. Don’t cry, don’t cry Heba…” Atemu’s voice was strained
and choked, as though he was holding back tears himself, or perhaps he was
choking on his own bile. Yugi’s head shot up, and he looked to the side where
his brother’s lowered head was resting against his own, the guilt in his
brother’s words, shocking Yugi to the bone.
            He was
apologizing?! For what, what did he do that he felt he needed to do that? Yugi
blinked several times in confusion, sniffling back his tears, and rubbing at
his face with his hand to rid it off the moistness. God, I’m a freaking water pot! Why do I always cry over this… shit…Yugi
thought disdainfully, finally regaining a bit of composure. “Atemu?” Yugi
question quietly, and hoped he wouldn’t startle his brother.
            He felt
Atemu flinch, but it was more like a tremor than an actual movement, and
slowly, he looked up and met Yugi’s eyes. Yugi made a face at the remorse in
the look, knowing somehow he’d put it there, and not knowing why. He reached
out and touched the tanned cheek bones of his older brother, hardly breathing.
“Atemu… why—“
            “Heba, I’m
sorry.” Atemu spoke just as softly, his large hands gripping Yugi’s as he
pressed his forehead to his own, eyes slipping shut as he spoke. “I shouldn’t
have taken advantage of you like that. I’m so sorry, Heba. It won’t ever happen
again, please forgive me.”
            Yugi’s
mouth fell open slightly in shock as his brother’s words filled his ears, and
with them rational thought returned. He…
he took advantage of me? He wanted to…he did start to… A shuddering breath
filled with hope escaped Yugi’s lips. He didn’t dare to speak, as his brother
rambled on, uncharacteristically stumbling and incessantly talking. Yugi’s eyes
fell upon the tempting lips as they formed words of apology, and suddenly, Yugi
wanted to taste them.
            His heart
was pounding in his ears as his body trembled with anxious nerves. Did he dare?
For a what seemed to be an entire school day, Yugi sat on the fence, teetering
from side to side, when at last he toppled off. He moved forward swiftly,
closing his eyes so he wouldn’t have a chance to second guess his decision, and
pressed his lips firmly to his brother’s.
            Atemu’s
mouth was warm, and soft, but strong. Yugi felt a tingle race down his spine,
almost as though he was kissing a battery. A very warm, soft, battery, with a
nice charge. Yugi almost laughed at the thought of his brother in an energizer
bunny costume, but held back to enjoy his first, and possibly—if he’d somehow
misjudged the situation—last, kiss with the one he loved.
            Atemu
didn’t move, and Yugi would have bet he wasn’t breathing, when he finally
pulled back, his lips clinging to his brother’s sweetly before breaking free.
Yugi let out his breath slowly, opening his eyes to look into confused crimson.
Yugi shrunk back, a small, sad giggle in his voice when he whispered his dark secret
aloud, “Atemu… I… I love you. More… more than I should.” Yugi heard the breath
his brother took, and glanced away, not wanting to know what his reaction was.
“… I wanted you to… to do that. So, I’m… I’m the one who should be sorry! I
know I shouldn’t want this but… but I—“
            The press
of warm, calloused fingertips to his lips, cut him short, and Yugi turned to
face his brother, chest tight, and found a soft smile on that regal face.
“Heba, did I not just confess that I’m just as guilty as you are.”
            This time,
it was Yugi’s turn to gasp, though not entirely out of shock for the statement.
“B—but, if you, if you felt that way, then why… why did you leave?!” Yugi
asked, his voice rising suddenly as anger burned through him.
He was finally able to state his
feelings to his brother, better yet, they were returned and here he was unable
to enjoy the moment because he was too pissed off to care anymore.
“You left me! If you loved me, then
why didn’t you do that? And why have you avoided me for so long, Atemu? Why?”
Atemu lifted his hands trying to
get Yugi to lower his tone, and Yugi pouted, knocking a hand out of his face.
“Well?”
            “Heba, it’s
not as easy as it may seem.” At Yugi’s snort of disapproval, Atemu rolled his
eyes and moved so that he was leaning against the head of his bed. “Yugi,” the
distance caused Yugi to flinch. “Heba, you were everything to me. My world, and
when my feelings for you started to change, as you must know, I became
frightened. I knew, just as you do, that this is wrong. But every time you
clung to me, called out to me, slept with me, it grew harder not to want to
touch you and kiss you.” Atemu sighed and pushed his fingers through his bangs,
an action that had always shown he was under stress. “You were only ten. Not
only was it wrong because you where my brother, but you were a child. I managed
to ignore my feelings until just after I turned sixteen, and you started
puberty. Your first wet dream was in my bed, beside me.” Atemu stated, a bitter
smile on his face.
            Yugi felt
his cheeks burn with embarrassment, and every muscle tensed. Oh, god. He was right there when…? My life
sucks!!! Kami-sama! Yugi tried not to groan, but his brother seemed to know
of his distress, for he turned and smiled at him, causing Yugi’s blush to deepen.
            “You were
so very tempting Heba.” Atemu smiled, then turned his gaze to the billowing
curtains of his bedroom, eyes distant with memory. “Before I knew it, I had you
under me. My arms where trembling as I held myself above you, arms and legs on
either side. I could have easily overpowered you if you woke. I knew it…”
            Yugi grew
still, feeling the tiniest bit of fear at his brother’s words, but was also
strangely heated by them. “… I don’t know how I managed to pull away, but after
I was in the bathroom, locked in, I realized that I had to get out. So, I asked
Sugoroku for my own room.”
            “So, that’s
why.” Yugi said in awe, not really wanting to interrupt his brother’s story,
but finding the air a bit too muddied and heavy not to. Atemu smiled and nodded
at him.
            “Yes,
that’s why I left you Heba. I’m sorry if you ever felt that it was your fault,
but, there was no other choice left to me at the time.” Atemu reached out and
stroked Yugi’s cheek lovingly, and for the first time, Yugi noticed how sensual
the action was, and had always been. Atemu…
never treated me as just a brother… he… he wanted me. This new bit of
information caused Yugi’s face to heat up again, but this time, he didn’t care.
            “I had
always wondered… I didn’t even realize that I loved you more than I should,
until I was nearly fourteen and by then you were talking about moving out.”
Yugi stated in a whimpered tone, and the hand on his face moved to pull him
toward Atemu’s chest. Yugi followed gratefully, curling up and into his
brother’s side, his head resting on his brother’s chest, just listening to the
beat inside.
            “If I had
known that, I wouldn’t have tried so hard to stay away.” Atemu said with a
chuckle, and the sound echoed in his ribcage. Yugi listened intently, his arms
wrapping around his brother’s waist to hug him close.
            “I was
afraid it would push you away.”
            “I know.
That’s why I chose to move out, seeing you grow was just too much. I wanted you
too badly, and I was afraid that I would run off any girlfriends you may have
gotten. So, I tried dating, hoping to escape from my feelings, and when that
didn’t work, I left.” Atemu paused, his hand raising to run through Yugi’s
hair. Yugi sighed, enjoying the pampering. “It became even harder to resist
when I returned for visits, and so I started avoiding you completely. It’s
funny, after trying so hard to crush these feelings, I find that I didn’t have
to try in the first place.” The arm around him hugged him close, and Yugi
snuggled into the embrace, happily.
            “Yeah, now
I wish I’d told you sooner.” Yugi stated, and Atemu chuckled, his body relaxing
further beneath his own.
            “Oh, well,
not much we can do about it now is there?” Atemu replied in that same, laid
back fashion he’d always had, and Yugi beamed delightedly up at him.
            “Nope.”
            Atemu
chuckled, and leaned in close rubbing his nose to Yugi’s gently, and Yugi
giggled. For a moment neither spoke. They just gazed into each other’s eyes,
Atemu’s hands on Yugi’s cheeks, Yugi’s hands on Atemu’s chest.
            “We won’t
be able to stay like this, will we?” Yugi asked sadly, and watched as Atemu’s
eyes dilated. His expression was serious when he leaned forward and pressed his
lips to Yugi’s in their second kiss.
            Yugi closed
his eyes quickly and fell into the kiss almost fearful. Atemu’s mouth moved
against his soothingly, his lips pressing and shifting until he’d managed to
open Yugi’s mouth. The feel of Atemu’s tongue made Yugi shiver and groan. He
pressed himself closer to his brother’s body, already feeling a warm heat
spreading through him.
            Atemu
tilted his head just slightly, and deepened the kiss, drawing another moan from
Yugi before he pulled back, his lips placing tender, chaste kisses to Yugi’s
tingling lips. “Who says this has to end, Heba?”
            Yugi jumped
and opened his eyes to look into his brother’s with such a deep hope that he
was almost trembling. “… but… Grandpa… and… and everyone…”
            Atemu
laughed at him and kissed his mouth once again to stop his ramblings. “Heba,
since when has anyone else mattered to us? Since when had they really cared
about what we do?”
            Yugi
blinked, startled to find his brother completely correct. Since the death of
their mother, and the beginning of his life, no one had ever really cared. It
wasn’t until they moved in with Sugoroku Mutou that anyone even bothered with
them. And this would be easily enough hidden from the elderly man. The only
other people that mattered, either already knew, or probably did. Ryo knew that
Yugi loved his brother, so, it was probably the same with Atemu’s friends.
            Oh, that’s right! Yugi thought eyes
growing wide as he sat up. “Atemu, does Marik know… about, you and me?” Yugi
asked, and almost felt foolish doing so. He felt, and looked, like a chastised
child, when his brother, smiled and nodded his head.
            “He sure
does. In fact, he himself is in love with his twin, Malik.” Atemu stated, and
with out saying so, Yugi got the impression that it was Marik who spoke up
first about his little sin, and it was their shared secrets that ended up with
them rooming together. This new knowledge brought up more questions, and Yugi
crawled closer, nearly laying completely overtop of his brother.
            “Ne, Yami?”
            “Hmm?”
            “Are they…
Are they together? And happy?” Yugi wasn’t sure why he was so hopeful for the
two of them, but he was. Almost as though their own happiness rested on Marik
and Malik’s. Atemu was quiet for a moment before answering, and the silence ate
away at Yugi’s heart. “Atemu?”
            “Yes, Yugi.
They are very happy, although their family has disowned them.”
            Yugi gave a
happy sigh, and curled into his brother, breathing him in. “I’m glad.” Yugi
whispered, and he felt Atemu’s arms surround him in an embrace.
            “Me too.”
            The wind
rustled the curtains, and Atemu’s heart beat in Yugi’s ear. The wind was cold,
but Yugi didn’t mind, much too content to complain about even the smallest of
things. I’m really here… in Atemu’s arms,
at his apartment, with no grandpa, and he loves me. Suddenly, Yugi was
restless. His blood began to pump through him at a faster rate, most heading
south as thoughts of not so innocent things filled his mind. This could be the only time we could be
together… like this… for a long while. Yugi thought, slightly afraid. After
all, he lived with his grandfather, and Atemu only came home to visit once a
month, and half the time he didn’t even bother to stay the night. Would he
start to do so now? Yugi wasn’t so sure. They had to keep this a secret from
the elderly Mutou, if for nothing else than to keep him from an early death
from heart failure. So, that meant not doing anything out of the ordinary in
front of him, or anywhere near the man for that matter. … And I still don’t know how welcomed I am here, or how often I can
come visit, so, tonight, might be the only chance we get till I move out.
With a firm determination in his heart, Yugi turned his head so that he was
looking up and onto the contented face of his brother. Crimson eyes gazed back
fondly, and Yugi was encouraged.
Leaning forward, Yugi managed to
capture his brother’s lips with his own in a sealed-lipped kiss. The moment
Atemu relaxed into the contact, Yugi proceeded to press a little harder,
turning the kiss into something a bit more heady and intense. He could feel the
vibrations of Atemu’s chuckle through his chest, as those long sinewy arms tangled
about his waist. Yugi took the extra leverage to his advantage, and crawled
completely atop of his brother, straddling the older teen, lips still locked in
a chaste, yet erotic kiss.
Tired of the innocent contact, Yugi
opened his lips, tongue dancing across Atemu’s, demanding entrance. The
chuckling ceased, replaced by the low rumble of desire that escaped from
Atemu’s chest. Lips parted and allowed Yugi to taste his brother’s breath for
the second time. Yugi groaned, his tongue pillaging the delicate mouth, running
over smooth teeth and the ridged roof. After a moment, he sought out his
brother’s tongue.
Atemu’s breath hitched the moment
Yugi found it and gently brushed over it with his demanding kiss. Yugi felt a
spur of power at the control his brother so easily gave him. His brother had
never denied him anything he’d asked for, and Yugi had never taken advantage of
that until now. Yugi pressed closer, his hands tangling in his brother’s hair,
fairly yanking him into a deeper kiss. Atemu gave a grunt, his own arms
shifting to caress Yugi’s back through his shirt, but showed no other
resistance to Yugi’s domination and demands.
A sigh escaped into Atemu’s
awaiting mouth and Yugi’s brother moved to take the tongue duel into Yugi’s.
Yugi struggled briefly, but eventually gave in, melting into his brother as
that skilled tongue mapped out his own mouth. Atemu moved his hand to the back
of Yugi’s neck and skull, fingers lightly playing with the hair that grew at
his nape. With very little movement he managed to tilt Yugi’s head to his
liking, kissing him even deeper.
Soft tingling trembles ran down
Yugi’s spine, causing an odd tension to grow in his shoulders and neck.
Restless, as the burning desire pushed its way down until it rested in his
lower abdomen. He felt himself growing hard, and briefly wondered if he should
continue with his course of action or not. Yugi blushed with uncertainty, his
hands pulling from Atemu’s head to skim down and across his neck to his chest,
where he could feel the rapid pulse of his brother’s heart against his palms. He loves me… he wants this too, so, it
should be fine… Yugi thought, trying to regain his confidence, and with a
sigh, pressed his hips down, rolling his half erected need into his brother’s
lap.
The sudden gasp, and tension that
screamed through the body beneath his own, would have told Yugi of his
brother’s condition even if he hadn’t felt the hard bulge that press against
his own. Yugi winced as the hand in his hair clenched a moment, fingers tugging
at delicate strands, but quickly the grip slackened and Atemu rolled his hips
up softly, his kiss the only thing turning wild and harsh.
Teeth nipped at his lips as Atemu
pulled him closer yet, hands tracing over his shoulder’s and back lovingly, and
Yugi groaned, his own hands beginning to move as he rocked against his
brother’s rolling pelvis.
Yugi’s fingers met with the hem of
Atemu’s tank top—what Yugi remembered to be Atemu’s accustomed sleep wear—as
their grinding began to quicken. Yugi gasped, every nerve singing as his hands
slipped up and under the offending clothing. Atemu’s lips pulled away from
Yugi’s own with an audible sound as he hissed in pleasure, his back arching,
head tilting back, and he began to hum. A fiery burn coursed through Yugi and
he moved quickly, his lips catching and moving over the skin of his brother’s
neck. Atemu gave a quiet moan at the attention, and Yugi felt another thrill
burn through him at the sound, and the salty taste of his brother’s skin.
“uhn… Heba…” Atemu whispered, his hands
stroking through Yugi’s hair, massaging his scalp, and causing little shivers
to break out over his body. Yugi’s hands smoothed over the skin of his
brother’s stomach and chest, feeling the way the muscles tensed and quivered
under the heated skin. Yugi traced over the old scars that Atemu still carried
from the time spent with their father. He followed one in particular,
remembering how he’d gotten the deep wound when he was protecting Yugi from the
vase that last time.
Feeling remorse for his lack of
power back then, Yugi nipped at the skin of his brother’s neck, soothing the
abrasion with his tongue, before suckling the skin attentively. His action
earned him another groan of approval, and a scrap of nails upon his sensitive
scalp. Yugi shuddered and broke the contact on Atemu’s neck to give a quivering
sigh, his fingertips finally reaching and ghosting over the hardened nipples of
his brother’s chest.
“Ah!” Atemu gasped, his hips
rolling sharply to Yugi’s, causing Yugi to jerk himself down upon his brother’s
lap forcibly. Both gave groans and shuddered from the friction. Yugi’s pants
were starting to feel constricting as his body grew tight with need. He was
starting to hurt and desperately needed release. Quickly, Yugi swooped up to
lovingly kiss Atemu’s lips, savoring the feeling of his brother’s sinful kiss,
before he moved down, pushing the fabric of his brother’s tank top up, until he
had full access to Atemu’s chest and stomach.
Yugi hesitated for a brief moment,
feeling unsure at the speed at which things were progressing, but the thought
of never having this chance again, forced him onward. He pressed a tender kiss
to the center of his brother’s chest. The flutter of Atemu’s heart on his lips
made Yugi feel as though he was kissing his brother’s very heart, branding him
as his own for all eternity. It gave him a warm feeling inside. His lips parted
and he caressed the heated skin with his tongue, tasting the sweat that now
beaded his brother’s skin from their previous actions. Atemu’s stomach clenched,
and Yugi felt its movements under his palm, and rubbed the skin under it
slowly. It tore another cry from Atemu’s mouth, and Yugi couldn’t help the
thrill that coursed through him at the power he now wielded. It was becoming
addicting, those sounds his brother made in passion, and Yugi knew that he
would never want to quit this addiction.
Yugi moved his kisses over,
memorizing the body of the person he loved, with his mouth until he reached the
slightly raised, dusky, nipples. Yugi kissed the nub reverently, and felt Atemu
suck in a large amount of air and hold it. With a smirk, Yugi opened his mouth
and took the nipple in, nipping it gently as he kissed it with his tongue.
Atemu released his breath with a soft cry, his body arching with his desire. Yugi
groaned at the press of his brother’s erection to his stomach, and felt a bolt
of lust cause his erection to grow even harder.
Yugi suckled at his brother’s
chest, his hands roaming and touching any open patch of skin he could find,
before he moved over to pay the same attention to Atemu’s previously neglected
nipple. His brother, continued to lay still, allowing Yugi to control their
lovemaking, and it gave Yugi a sense of power, as he stalked down the body,
kissing the rib cage and belly with soft nips and licks, kissing away the
remembered pain of the scars he encountered. Yugi’s hands and fingers, scrapped
over the rest of the body his lips could not reach until, finally, he was at
his brother’s navel. Again he gave the scar a gentle kiss, teasing the skin
before he kissed it fully as would have done to Atemu’s mouth.
            Atemu was
groaning and writhing with his approval, grinding himself against Yugi’s
stomach slowly, kindling the fire that burned Yugi’s insides. Yugi, continued
to kiss his brother’s navel, as he worked his hands lower. He could feel his
heart beating nervously in his chest as his hand descended to finally touch his
brother’s desire, and again he questioned if what he was doing wasn’t too soon.
He’s already sucked me off… how much faster
can we possible go then that?
            His fingers
brushed over the hard erection hidden in Atemu’s sweatpants, and Yugi’s heart
lurched with both fear and excitement that this reaction was all for him. Yugi
swallowed hard, and prepared himself to move further, when he was stopped by
Atemu’s gentle hands.
            Yugi jerked
his head up, eyes wide as though he would be in trouble, and found needy, but,
warm crimson. “No, Heba.”
            Yugi felt
his lower lip tremble and he moved to pull away, his hard on, hurting more than
it had earlier that day. What did I do?
Did I do something wrong? Does he not want me to touch him like this? I don’t…
I don’t understand. Yugi sniffled, and tried to crawl away with out too
much pain, but was again stalled by his brother’s hands, as this time, the
older teen dragged him up and onto his chest. Warm arms encased him close, as
that gentle mouth pressed kisses to his ear and neck.
            “Now, now,
Heba, don’t start crying. You know I want you, and love you.” Atemu’s whisper
dispelled some of the pain, and Yugi relaxed onto his body. “… but there is no
need to move so quickly, my little Heba.” Atemu’s voice held joyful mirth, and
Yugi turned to look his brother in the eyes, and found his brother smiling.
            Atemu
cupped Yugi’s cheek lovingly, his thumb stroking under Yugi’s eye like a lover
as he finished, “We have the rest of our lives Heba. There is no need to rush.”
            Yugi
blinked at his brother slightly shocked. It had seemed so difficult at the
time, like if things didn’t move fast enough now, it would be lost again. But,
Atemu’s smile never wavered, and after several long moments, Yugi returned it.
He was surprisingly relieved now that Atemu had told him not to move so
quickly. As though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders and Yugi would
have cuddled close to his brother in contentment, had his erection not been so
painful.
            At Yugi’s
grunt of pain, Atemu shifted, immediately the big brother once more. “Heba,
what’s wrong?”
            Yugi looked
up at his brother almost pitifully, as he whimpered just under his breath, “It
hurts, Atemu… really bad…”
            For a
moment, Atemu didn’t seem to comprehend, but the moment Yugi shifted his hips,
pressing his hard on against his brother and shaking in miserable pleasure,
Atemu smirked and pressed a warm kiss to Yugi’s head.
            “Come Heba,
let Onii-san take care of you.” The
way Atemu said big brother, made Yugi shiver and grow hot, his penis screaming
for attention.
            “I thought
you said…” Yugi broke off with a grunt and buck, as Atemu rolled them to their
sides, his hands an embered caress on his hips, his thigh a passing caress on
parts more sensitive.
            “I know
what I said, Heba, and I meant it.” Atemu placed a kiss to his neck as those
hips coaxed him to turn away from his brother, until he was spooned up against
his brother, facing the door and desk again. Those hands rubbed alluring
circles against his belly—fingertips kneading his flesh—and kindled the fire
that his fear and relief and sobered. “But,” The words were a hot breath
against the back of his ear and neck, Yugi thought he might die right then and
there, as every wet dream he’d every had suddenly blossomed into existence. “…
I did not mean that we had to be completely platonic…” Those hot lips caught at
the edge of his ear. A skilled tongue painted his skin and baited the moan that
left Yugi’s mouth on a sigh. “…petting, for instance, is a normal step for new
lovers.”
            The hand
slid into his pants without him even realizing that they’d been undone, and the
cry that escaped Yugi’s throat burned. He tried to jack-knife off the bed, his
hips straining for that contact again, only to be roughly pulled back by his
brother’s other hand. Atemu’s grunt was masked by Yugi’s cries, as his
brother’s hand moved so slowly, so perfectly over his manhood, while his own
member pressed and rubbed against Yugi’s back end.
            A hot pulse
jolted through his belly, centering somewhere in his bellybutton as the feel of
his brother’s erection on his butt—separated by clothing or not—reminding him
of things not yet discovered, or tried.
            “Ah—Atemu…”
Yugi whined, his hips picking up a jerky motion against the fist the shifted
and moved beneath his clothes. Yugi could feel the fabric shifting against his
thighs, the drafts of cold air mixing with the sweaty heat collected there.
            With each
roll of his hips, Yugi felt Atemu shove back, grinding himself against Yugi.
His sounds were soft, controlled, as though he was used to keeping quiet while
in the heat of pleasure. From his confession earlier, he probably was. Moving
together, they rocked upon the bed, and Yugi closed his eyes enjoying the
moment not wanting to miss anything, but too wound up to keep his focus on
anything. So hot… so good… oh Atemu… my
Atemu… My Yami… The heat was coiling tight again, and Yugi had begun to
tremble uncontrollable now, as he fell unstable in his movements.
            “A—Ate—oh!
I… I’m clo—close… Ah!” Yugi cried biting his lip and curling in on himself,
eyes slitting open to watch the hand move inside of his pants. He shivered.
            Atemu
grunted, and kissed the nape of Yugi’s neck, tongue burning his skin that was
already damp and trapping strands of hair to his rosy cheeks. “Go on Heba… cum…
whenever you… want…” Atemu breathed the words disjointedly, his fingers flexing
around Yugi’s length as he pumped is hips more purposefully against Yugi’s back
end.
            Yugi
moaned, and pressed himself back and against Atemu, the arm that had held his
hip, slipping around his waist, holding him in a fierce hug, as though afraid
to let go of the treasure he’d found. A deep warmth spread through him then, as
the protected and loved feeling his brother had always given him overlaid his
lust.
And everything exploded.
            “Atemu!”
Yugi thought he screamed, his throat certainly did sting and burn as though he
had, though in reality in came out a chocked whisper of sound; breathy and
broken. His seed coated the front of his pants, and dribbled over the fingers
that still moved over his fading erection. Yugi lay panting as his brother
followed soon after with a series of hard pumps and grinds, and then a deep
grunt as he too soiled his pants. The dampness would stain the sweat pants, but
it seemed that the elder of the two cared very little about that, as he sighed,
arms pulling Yugi closer.
            Atemu
tucked his face into the curve of Yugi’s neck and stayed there as the two
recovered from their orgasms. The air from the window ticked their over heated
flesh and felt marvelous. Yugi was almost coaxed away into sleep when his
brother spoke again.
            “Better,
Heba?”
            Too tired
to respond Yugi settled for nodding his head. Atemu chuckled, and again urged
Yugi to roll around, this time to face him, and embraced him fully, lips
placing a chaste kiss to Yugi’s still damp forehead.
            “That’s
good.” Another nuzzle and a kiss, and Yugi was again loosing conscious thought.
Why was he always so weak? “Oyasumi nasai, Heba.”
            He most
certainly would sleep well this night.

~*~

It was the pesky sunlight that woke him first. The golden light entering
at an angle and reflecting off of the one random mirror in room, and hitting
Yugi square in the face. With a grunt he’d rolled to try and avoid the bright
ray of death, and rolled—quite comfortably into a warm chest. Arms tightened
unconsciously, as the body shifted to allow Yugi to embrace the figure back,
the actions normal as breathing.
            Yugi made a
blissful sound of content, mind still too hazy to realize that his warm dream
was in fact as real as that beam of morning, and that said light also meant
that he’d neglected to go home, and that Sugoroku was most likely in a panic
looking for him, and that he was already late for school. No, he would have
snuck off to sleep with out a second thought to anything had his bladder not
reminded him that it was full and needed to be emptied.
            Yugi pouted
at the weight on his gut that refused to be ignored, and finally pulled himself
into the cruel world of the waking. Amethyst eyes blinked open, followed by a
yawn, and stretch before the mind started to function again. When it did, Yugi
froze, watching the contented look of his sleeping brother. Dark lashes brushed
bronzed cheekbones in sleep, his lips opened slightly, drawing in and exhaling
the breath that ruffled his bangs. You’re
really here… Atemu. Yugi smiled, reaching up and pushing his fingers
through the bangs that framed that sharp-featured face.
            Atemu’s
nose crinkled, but he did not stir, only fell deeper into his sleep. Yugi
wondered if Atemu had always slept like that, or if—like his own—it was affect
by his presence.
            He managed
to ignore the call of his bladder for several long moments, not wanting to
leave the warm comfort of the early morning embrace. The sunlight brought out
the deeper red of his highlights, turning most of Atemu’s head into banked
flames, and Yugi couldn’t help but run his fingers idly through the thick
strands. “I love you.” Yugi whispered, hesitating only a moment before placing
a soft kiss to the sleeping lips.
            Slipping
free from Atemu’s hold proved simple enough, but finding the bathroom was
another case entirely. Where the hell is
it? Yugi wondered, trying hard not to do the pee-pee dance as he slipped
through the door of his brother’s room and into the rest of the apartment.
            He felt odd
wandering the place alone, and though he was dressed, the caked, dried mess in
his pants made him feel naked. I can find
the laundry room, but not the bathroom?! Yugi thought a little frantically
when he found himself surrounded by piles of dirty clothes.
            “Oh, good
morning. I thought I wouldn’t… oh, well, I’m—”
            Yugi let
out a startled cry and fell into a little heap of clothes at the sudden voice
from behind. The man in the door seemed to be recovering from his shock from
Yugi’s sudden outburst—if the hand fisted over his heart was any indication—and
stared back at him from the doorway. The blond was wearing an overly large
dress-shirt that hung to his knees and boxers, in his hand was a frying pan.
Yugi blinked several times attempting to come to grips with what he was seeing,
as did the blond, but both were interrupted as a clone of said blond—wearing
jeans and nothing else—rounded the corner looking grumpy and tired.
            “Malik, get
your ass back in bed, I was sleeping damn it… you know how discomforting it is
when your pillow walks off?” He turned when Malik glanced his way before
looking back at Yugi, “What the hell are you doing up?”
            “Marik!”
Malik chastised, and for a fleeting moment Yugi thought for certain that the
smaller of the twins was going to hit the taller with the frying pan, but he
didn’t, and the verbal fight continued.
            “What? Damn
it, Malik it’s seven in the fucking morning! You heard those two last night!”
Yugi turned ashen, then the color mauve in less than a minute at that comment,
“By all logic and reasoning those two should be clinically dead! Not waltzing
about doing laundry at the butt-fucking-crack of dawn!!”
            “Marik, so
help me, if you don’t shut up right now, you will be with out a pillow for the
next month.” The said-through-grit-teeth threat seemed to do the trick as Marik
glared daggers at his brother but chose to stay silent. A wise choice Yugi
thought watching the two.
            Although
bringing attention back to himself was the last thing Yugi wanted to do, his
bladder began to give him the warning signs of pee-now-or-forever-hold-your-peace,
Yugi managed to overcome his embarrassment for the sake of the dirty clothes
and the carpet. “Uhhm, e—excuse me?” Yugi squeaked hating his nerves that
always showed up at the worst possible time.
            “Damn, Yami
wasn’t kidding when he said his brother was ‘delicate’.” Marik mumbled under
his breath, and Yugi was beginning to understand why his brother was so hostile
to the blond teen. He was an ass-hole when off-duty.
            “Yes?”
Malik responded to Yugi’s question, while elbowing Marik in the ribs, in a way
that looked, quite painful. Marik gasped and held his mid section while gasping
a moment, all but ignored by his twin. Yugi decided he was quite afraid of the
two brothers, as sinful as he and Atemu were or not, the two were crazy.
            “…where’s
the… bathroom?”
Marik collapsed laughing.

            It was the
smell of bacon and eggs that drew him out of the bedroom for the second time,
having curled up—mortified—against Atemu the second his bladder was content and
fallen asleep once more. Blinking open tired eyes, Yugi noticed that Atemu was
no longer beside him, and that the sun had risen past that annoying blaze of
slanted-gold. I’m late for school. Yugi realized distantly, somehow
unconcerned with the fact as he rolled from the bed, pulling up the baggy set
of boxers he’d stolen from Atemu’s drawer before falling back asleep.
            Daring a
glance out of the door, Yugi tried to determine where the two maniacs were. The
place was dead silent save for the crackle of a skillet, and Yugi doubted it
would have been that way had Marik been there and conscious. For several long,
chest-aching seconds, Yugi just stood there indecisive once more, before giving
up and leaving the room. The kitchen—unlike the bathroom—was easy to find, and
once there he found Atemu by the stove, a plate of bacon cooling beside him.
The image of his brother over the stove had almost faded from Yugi’s mind over
the time he’d been gone, and Yugi almost felt like crying at the warm feeling
the sight now gave him.
            “Well, good
morning sleepy-head.” Atemu said from over his shoulder as he placed two
over-easy eggs onto a plate, another two on a second, then quickly adding bacon
to each. “You up for some breakfast?”
            Yugi
grinned, and nodded at his brother, taking a seat as the island-counter that
separated the small kitchen from the living room. The stools were a bit high
and Yugi felt like he was in kindergarten again, the way his feet dangled off
the ground. Yugi childishly kicked his feet in front of him as Atemu set his
plate in front of him, giving him his silverware and a glass of orange juice.
Yugi tried not to make a face. He hated the pulp kind, and knew—not just from
looking, but from his years spent with his brother—that the kind Atemu would
keep in his house would be exactly that.
            “I’d give
you apple, but Marik’s allergic to apples, and the milk is chunky, and it’s not
ice.”
            “Gross…”
Yugi cringed.
Pulp wasn’t so bad.
            “You
stealing my cloths now?” Atemu asked as he leaned against the counter from the
opposite side, choosing to stand while he ate. Yugi blushed, and shoved some
egg into his mouth, avoiding the question. He wasn’t ready to speak so openly
about the sexual aspect in their relationship. Atemu, smirked and leaned
forward giving him an Eskimo kiss, the tingle was charged now with memories,
and Yugi nearly shivered at the contact. “I love you, Yugi, but if You steal
all my clothes there’s going to be some problems. Cause even if I dieted, there
is no possible way I’d ever fit into your jeans.”
            The sensual
mood was shattered, and Yugi giggled. “You could try.”
            “Yeah, and
my dick would fall off. Lack of blood flow, not pretty. Sorry, Heba, but I
intend to remain male.” The laughter lasted a long while, until it was
interrupted by the loud trill of the phone. Suddenly, Yugi remembered his
grandfather. Oh no, Jii-chan! He must be half in his grave by now! I have to
call him and let him know where I am, and that I’m alive! Yugi panicked,
looking to Atemu for help, but the older boy only calmly answered the phone.
            “Hello?”
Pause. “Hi, Jii-chan.” Yugi’s heart plummeted, and he stood up twisting his
hands in his shirt. His eyes darted to the clock noticing the time and
wondering if his grandfather was going to be angry with him for missing school
after being out all night with no explanation. I’m going to be skinned,
that’s all there is too it, I am dead where I stand… “Yugi? Yeah, he’s
fine, just a little shook up. I thought it would be better if he took the day
off to relax.” Atemu’s calm tone and the lack of screaming on the other end
somewhat stumped Yugi, and he tilted his head toward Atemu, and received a
mouthed, ‘I’ll tell you later.’
            “No,
Jii-chan, you don’t have to come out. Everything’s fine I promise. Yeah,
uh-huh, me too. I’ll make sure he makes it to school tomorrow, okay? All right,
love you Grandpa. Huh? Yeah, sure, I’ll make sure he calls you when he wakes up
okay? Uh-huh, bye.” And the conversation ended.
            Yugi
blinked at his brother, perplexed by the one-sided conversation, as Atemu set
the phone back in its cradle then returned to eating s though nothing had
transpired. He waited patiently for several minutes, watching Atemu take bite
after bite of bacon and eggs before he attempted to get answers. “Uh, Atemu?”
            “Yes?”
Atemu responded, smiling as he always had. Yugi squirmed feeling almost
uncomfortable now with the casualness of the situation. He knew it was Atemu’s
way of helping him to cope with the recent events between them—at least he
thought it was. Atemu had always been really laid back in nature and a slow
paced kind of guy, subject to routine and comfort forms—but after having no
contact for so long, then …
Yugi blushed.
            … That…
it seemed a little out of place, Atemu’s short negligence of information and
explanation.
            “… I… that
is… who—who was that?”
Atemu raised an eyebrow at his
question. It seemed he intended to play all of the childish games this morning,
incomprehension being his absolute favorite. Yugi still remembered that time
Atemu had sworn he was an alien baby from Mars, and kept it up until Yugi was
afraid to sleep at night because he feared that the mother ship would return
for him while he slept. April Fool’s Day my ass… that had been cruel.
            “On the
phone, I mean.” Yugi clarified.
            “Oh, that
was Gramps. He got a call from your school this morning, informing him that you
had not shown up for classes, and that a classmate was worried that some
bullies had gotten you.” He sipped at his orange juice then, as though the
mind-blowing thought of sending their grandpa into an early grave due to worry
had never crossed his mind.
            “W—what?!
Is he okay? How did he know to call you, and—oh shit, Ryo’s journal! I
completely forgot about it!” Yugi hit himself in the forehead, and wondered how
he was going to explain himself to Ryo, if he wasn’t killed by his crush today.
Great, another worry added to my list. I think I’m going to be sick…
            “Breathe,
Heba, breath. It’s okay, I called Grandpa last night before you woke up, so he
wouldn’t worry. I told him you where having some problems and I was letting you
crash with me for the night.” Atemu was smiling when Yugi looked up, and his
brother reached out to ruffle his hair fondly. “I figured you could use a day
off, and since I have no classes today, we could use this time to patch things
up.”
            Yugi
blinked, letting out a soft breath, startled by Atemu’s foresight. He was
aware of the tension all along… well of course he was, this is Atemu, he knows…
everything. The thought was comforting. Now…
            “I’m sure
you’re friend’s fine as well, so, this Ryo, should be able to wait for his
journal a day or two.” Atemu said with a wink.
            Yugi’s
smile was hesitant, before he nodded. “Yeah.” If he warned a teacher for me,
they probably are watching him closely too. Then the rest of Atemu’s words
sunk in and Yugi dropped his fork again. “Wait… two?”
            Atemu
smirked as he moved to place his dishes in the sink, rinsing it carefully.
“Yeah, I figured you might want to stay awhile. You know, to catch up.” Atemu
spoke casually, as he placed the dish into the dish-washer and moved to sit
beside Yugi. His arm was a heavy weight on his shoulders, warm and casual. Yugi
blushed darkly, and suddenly had no more appetite.
            “Uh…
well….” A finger flicked the tip of his nose painfully. “Oww.”
            “Well,
finish eating, morning cartoons are waiting you know.” Atemu smiled, and
brushed his nose against Yugi’s tenderly, once he had his full attention, and
suddenly the “catching up” that needed to be done, seemed a lot more inviting.
Yugi smiled, rubbing his nose.
            “Yeah.”

~Owari~

***Extra***

            It all
worked out in a sick sort of way, I guess. After all, Jii-chan has yet to
realize what happens when he’s not looking. The most he’s aware of these days
is the fact that Atemu visits more often, and stays longer than before. I’m
relieved that he doesn’t know. All though, I need no one but my dear brother by
my side, the thought of loosing Grandpa… being disowned…
It scares me.
            How
Marik and Malik stand it, I’m not all that sure. Then again, those two are very
psychotic, for all I know they could care less than boars could for tits. Ryo’s
Journal was returned, and, luckily nothing happened to him while I was with my
brother. He has a new crush now, hopefully this Honda is more apt to
homo-sexuality than the last one. But who knows in all honesty.
            Another
thing, well, Atemu and I have finally decided to take our relationship to the
next level. Yes, that’s right, sex. So far, we’ve done nothing but cuddle and
pet… and… well, yeah. And all that was perfect, but we both thought that, since
Jii-chan was going out of town for business—and asked Atemu to stay with me at
the house—that it would be the perfect time to… well… yeah.
            It was
perfect. I must say, at first I was all nervous, because, well, we kinda had
this planned and that made things a little awkward, but like always, Atemu just
acted like Atemu. We watched movies, had a pillow fight, and then while playing
a game of cards… Atemu kissed me, and it just sort of happened. In my room no
less. It kind of hurt at first, but it wasn’t so bad. It was much more than I
expected, and I just felt really good inside. So, my cherry being popped,
wasn’t bad at all.
            Atemu
fell asleep first after that. I couldn’t believe it, one moment we’re basking
in the after glow, the next he’s out cold beside me…
Then he wakes me up, by reliving his own fantasy.
            Okay, so
I didn’t try that hard to stop his pursuit… but, that’s not the point.
            Anyway,
just wanted to write this down while Atemu’s in the bathroom, to remind myself
if I should ever forget, that stories sometimes come true, even for us who sin,
and no matter the price, it is all worth it. It’s well worth every last moment
with him, because I love him.
            And
guess what?
He loves me.

            ~Heba

            “Heba…?
What is that?”
A smirk, and a careful slide of a cover as the book is
hidden under a pillow.
            “Nothing…”
Rolling, arms twining about firm shoulders as bodies press back to one another
in sinful reunion. “Just my catacomb of sins…”
The kiss was forbiddingly sweet,
and suddenly Yugi knew why Eve had dared to eat that dark red apple…
She knew the secret… to the catacombs of sins.

A.N. So, this is the end of this long one-shot I started
so long ago, and only now managed to finish. It’s different then it was
originally going to be, and has potential for a sequel, but don’t hold your
breath, I still have Memories of Shadow and Light to finish. ^-^ Anyway, thanks
and please review if you have time.

Lechan
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