Awaking with surprise, and unable to fathom where he was,
Yugi sat up looking around his room. Recall of the day slowly came to him. The
room started to spin around him, forcing him to lie back against his pillows. It
seemed so quiet there, he thought as he reached up touching the puzzle and chain
around his neck. Like a dream, he remembered the barred door to his other’s soul
room.
He truly wondered if that was real or a dream, knowing Yami would never keep him
out like that. Silently he called out to the spirit, hoping desperately for an
answer, and yet still surprised when one came.
A sudden light filled the room and, even though no one was there, Yugi was no
longer alone as the Spirit of the Puzzle appeared before him. The Spirit was
immediately concerned over the other’s condition as he took note of the look
upon Yugi’s face. “Yugi, what is wrong?”
This confusion of Yami’s troubled him greatly. “Why wouldn’t you answer me
earlier?” He watched Yami’s face carefully looking for the answers there as he
waited for the Spirit to speak. Was there something the Spirit was hiding from
him?
A dark shadow crossed Yami’s face at Yugi’s words. He could not remember not
answering Yugi; in fact, he found himself unable to recall anything from the
last several hours. The last memory that came to mind was from Egypt, a very
long time ago…
~~~~~
“I’m yours forever.” He meant it, even if Atemu was not Pharaoh, who else could
fill his life as his lover had?
Fevered lips brushed against his parted ones, wanting more of his beloved’s
touch. His clothing already tossed to the floor, Set’s hands moved to untie the
ones still barring his body from the full contact it craved.
His lover was not being very cooperative as he pulled Set up onto the bed.
Forcibly laying him down, he moved over the body that earlier garments covered.
“Tell me again…” Kisses flowed down his body, “How much you love me…” over his
neck and across his chest.
The Priest’s body tingled from the caress and the way the words wrapped around
him. It was impossible for him to make a coherent thought the way his body was
reacting. “You already know.”
“Yes I do, but I love to hear your voice, especially when calling my name.” He
sat up as his touch moved across Set’s body lightly caressing the sensitive
areas from memory. It pleased him watching the way the Priest’s body reacted to
him, his touch, and his kiss.
How could he deny such a request considering the one asking brought him such
happiness? He sat up looking once again into his lover’s eyes. “I love you more
than I could say, Atemu. My life is neither deserving of your notice nor love.”
Lips crushed against his knocking him back down upon the bed, hot and hungry,
pressing their mouths together in an exchange of self and soul. There was not
enough time to regain his senses before the embrace swept him away.
Broken abruptly apart, crimson gazed into his sea of blue. He sat up straddling
the Priest’s body. “Am I a fool, Set?”
How did one answer a question like that from his Pharaoh and God? Truthfully, he
hoped. “Undeniably you are not.” He was not sure what brought about this
question, but there was no way, even if Atemu were a fool, he would tell him
that.
The Pharaoh’s hands pulled Set’s up over his head holding them down tightly. “Do
you doubt my judgment?”
“The Pharaoh is above such thought, I would be loath to question him.” He tried
searching his lover’s face looking for the reasoning behind these questions.
Obviously, he did not. As a high priest of the country, he, if anything ever
happened to change that, would respond appropriately. However, what would one do
with a Pharaoh who was unable to rule his people? What to do with a God who fell
to the ground as man, common and human as the peasants who worked in the fields?
“Then never again am I to hear you doubt your position in my life or bed.”
Releasing his hold on Set’s hands, he moved them down the long arms gently
rubbing the cool skin. Moving off his lover’s body, he quickly stripped off any
remaining clothing before his hands continued their journey over the sun-kissed
form.
Warm hands traipsed over night-cooled skin. The intoxicating feel of flesh on
flesh, gentle and loving, went straight to his head. The soft touch of those
hands as they moved over his skin caressing spots no other knew of, gliding over
his skin, as they reached every exposed inch. Hands deftly touched him to taunt
and tease. His body arched wanting that caress, needing the touch more with each
pass. Down his legs, they snaked slightly tickling the sensitive skin.
Then warm breath kissed at his flesh, heightening and overriding all other
sensations. A soft breath of air closed over him before his lover’s wet tongue
moved skillfully over the hardened organ flicking ever so teasingly as it glided
over the skin. A lavish journey, winding around and back again before burning
hot lips parted, opening wide to take him in.
~~~~~
“Yami, are you alright?” There was uneasiness in the boy’s voice. The other was
on the verge of explaining what had happened earlier in the hall between their
soul rooms when--nothing came out.
His partner’s voice brought him back to the present once again. It puzzled him,
never before had he relived so vivid a memory. So real, he swore he could still
taste the essence of his long-dead love upon his lips. Without thought, his hand
raised in an attempt to wipe away any visible proof of his actions, forgetting
for the moment that he no longer had a body with which to use for such things.
“Yami,” Yugi called to the spirit, “What’s wrong with you?” Concern shaded his
voice; the boy was exhausted, still feeling the effects of his illness. However,
the Spirit of the Puzzle looked even worse than he felt. Standing in front of
Yugi for several minutes, he was staring at him and yet, it seemed, not seeing
him at all.
He could not recall how long he had stood there and that bothered him almost as
much as the worry he seemed to have caused to Yugi. The look on the young boy’s
face showed his concern for the spirit.
It was just a memory, a fragment from his past returning to haunt him, showing
him the things no longer in his possession. “I didn’t mean to worry you so much,
especially like this. You aren’t well right now and should be resting.”
It was true; he did not need to worry as far as the spirit was concerned. He had
pledged to protect the boy, not the other way around; he would find a way to get
over whatever was bothering him without disturbing Yugi any further. “I think it
would be best if I stayed in my room for now. Maybe this illness is affecting
the both of us in ways we don’t yet know.”
This made some sense to Yugi, after all, he had not been ill since the day he
completed the Puzzle. Who knew how this would cross their link? There was only
one other person he could think to ask, but Yugi did not know for sure how
either soul in possession of the body of Ryou Bakura would feel about answering
that question. Or if Bakura could answer it-- he didn’t exactly have the kind of
relationship with the Spirit of the Ring that Yugi had with the Spirit of the
Puzzle. For now, his eyes felt too heavy to stay open much longer and he was in
no condition to argue.
“Sleep for now. We’ll figure out this soon enough.” The Spirit dissolved,
melting back into the shadows of Yugi’s mind. Crossing the division between the
soul rooms, he returned to his chamber to work once again on the puzzle of his
past and just why it decided to haunt him now.
He stopped in his tracks frozen to the spot before one of the doors. A ghostly
pair of hands moved between his legs bringing his body to life. “Set--“
~~~~~
“--You shall cause my death one day.” As serious as the words spoken, a smile
crossed his face while the Priest’s hands gently kneaded at the growing desire
between his legs.
“Only if you are unwilling to finish what you started…” He didn’t need much
convincing after having to wait for so long to get his lover away from the day’s
crowd and then the silly dealings with the healer. As if he, the living god,
could ever get sick.
“I always finish the things I start, especially when I enjoy them so much. You
just need to practice patience.” The Pharaoh moved between his lover’s legs,
“Impatience does not lead to an enjoyable experience for either of us.” He
reached for a bottle of oil kept next to his bed. After opening it, he poured
some of the sweet fluid over Set’s body, smirking as the Priest jumped in
reaction to the cold oil, “Observe the results of your impatience, there was not
time to warm it properly.” Taking some of the oil into his hands, he rubbed them
together warming it with his own heat before applying it to his love.
His hand traveled over the boy, rubbing the oil into the well-toned skin coating
his own fingers in preparation. As he moved his hand further down between Set’s
legs, it brushed over the Priest’s flaccid organ reawakening it in expectation.
Continuing further, his slender finger pushed against the tight opening
demanding entrance. Forward into his lover he pressed, slowly loosening and
easing his way.
A low moan escaped the Priest’s mouth, as he raised his hips slightly to further
force his lover’s fingers into his body wanting more. More of that touch, the
feelings that came from joining together as only two lovers could, and the
satisfaction that came from bringing the other to that highest peak and dying in
each other’s arms.
Deep blue eyes gazed up lust-filled, staring hard into his crimson pair; a wave
of pity overcame him, pity, and his own feelings of lust for the writhing body
in front of him. Removing his hands from the other’s body Atemu positioned
himself between his lover’s legs, lying his body down upon the other while
pressing against Set. Long thin fingers slid through his hair, pulling gently to
signal the other’s growing impatience. Moving forward to meet Set’s rising hips,
he forced himself deep within the tightness of his lover’s body.
How often had they joined in this way? He no longer knew, only that it had been
far too long since the last time, as their bodies moved in the near frantic, but
familiar, dance. Moving in an unspoken agreement, separating then coming
together harder and deeper than before; they reached for final release; neither
one found himself willing nor wanting to stop.
~~~~~
In the eternal maze of his soul room, the ancient pharaoh’s spirit fell to the
floor in reaction to the overwhelming recalled sensations. The scent of the
desert air, the slippery feel of the oil coating his body, Set’s lips upon his
own, moans sounding in his ears--whether his or Set’s, he no longer knew. His
bodiless soul responded to touches long since past, ancient caresses he would
never feel again. Shaking he fell face down upon the floor, thankful that he was
not the one in control of his partner’s body at the time. Knowing there was no
way he would be able to explain the inevitable reaction the recall would have
had upon the body of the teenaged boy.
Yes, it was better for him to stay inside for the time being. He did not want to
think how any of this would affect Yugi. It was obvious the illness was the
cause, otherwise he was going crazy, and that was not a promising outlook for
their future. After all, of the new recalled memories, just how was he going to
face Kaiba again?
~~~~~
onward
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