Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dawn of Destiny ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Priestess: Every chapter, I will have something…special. A memory…a dream…a diary entry…a song or poem if all else fails. You'll be able to tell by the fact that it's italicized (though this stupid downloader keeps making the italics vanish…)
This time it's a dream…a dream with bondage and a male/male lemon…(and it's very hard to do a lemon when you can't say the name of one of them)
PS: Did you know there's an eatsushi.com? That's how I know the names of so many different kinds of sushi…

***

Atemu traced his fingers hungrily over defined muscles which flexed as his captive tried to fight against the chains which held him to Atemu's bed.
Atemu loved the struggle, loved watching him try to fight his desires-only to succumb in the end. Not that he had a choice.
"Why do you fight?" Atemu asked in a sultry purr which didn't sound like him, gazing into fearful violet eyes. He could see the desire there, no matter how the white-haired one tried to hide it. "You know you want this."
He shook his head desperately, trying to resist replyingto Atemu's gentle touches-gentle for now, at least.
Atemu ran his finger down the middle of the broad chest, dipping his head to nibble the small pink nubs into hardness and loving the feel of that beautiful body struggling under him.
The bound one was unable to stifle a moan when Atemu's hand squeezed the large erection. Atemu smirked and breathed the head of the hard membrane, paler than the rest of his captive's flawless body, and stabbing at the slit with his tongue.
"So how does it feel?" he asked, toying with the foreskin. "To be at the mercy of your worst enemy?"
"Sto-op…" his captive moaned, sweat trickling down the flushed bronze skin.
"Hmm?" Atemu asked, kneading at the purple-eyed one's balls and smiling at the shudders which ran through the bound body.
"Stop!" he gasped out. "Please…I'm begging you…"
Atemu liked his begging, really he did, but that didn't keep him from giving his captive's balls the hardest pull he could and grinning at his pained cry.
Grabbing his captive's head, fingers buried in the silky white hair, he pressed their lips together. His captive continued to fight, wrists-bound above his head-beginning to bleed against the chains as Atemu's tongue probed his lips.
His body bucked as Atemu's ground against his, and he kissed back with a ferocity that would surprise anyone who hadn't done something like this almost every night.
"It's not that I don't want you to beg," Atemu informed him when he broke the kiss. "It's just that I don't want you to beg me to stop."
He dipped his head lower, licking the balls and tracing his tongue over the sensitive veins and nibbling the ridge, listening as the moans became louder. He would have taken the entire thing in his mouth, but it was much too large by now.
"Now, I'm going to ask you again-do you want this?"
His captive fought against both his inner urges and his outer, a valiant final effort, but not valiant enough. At last he surrendered, screaming, "Yes! In the name of Bast, yes!"
Atemu laughed and lowered himself onto the white-haired one's iron-hard shaft.

***

As always, Atemu snapped awake as he orgasmed, one hand pressed hard against his mouth-he had learned his lesson the first few times: he was a screamer, and royal guards didn't seem to realize that teenage Pharaohs were as horny as teenage commoners-they had to run in at the high point.

"Oh, no," he muttered, looking down at his damp sheets. "Not again." He rang a bell which summoned Shimon, the person he trusted most in the entire palace. Shimon had raised him from childhood, and understood that Pharaohs were still human-if you can hide in giant pots to escape lessons, you can have a wet dream.

Every damn night that he actually managed to sleep.

For the past six months.

He was lucky it was forbidden to question the pharaoh, even if you did raise him, because he knew Shimon or anybody else would wonder about those dreams.

And the fact that it had started barely a week after the Bandit King Touzoku Ou appeared-the first night he actually managed to sleep.

It wasn't as if the heat of Egypt-which caused everybody to dress very skimpily, and the commoners to wear nothing at all-helped. Neither did the graceful way the beautiful thief moved, nor the fact that his every step and pose could be enough to make someone very horny-especially a teenager who had never had sex.

The laws of Egypt stated that he needed a wife, but the wife needed to be of royal blood and he had no living relatives that he knew of. Anyway, it didn't seem to Atemu that he would really want a wife if all his fantasies were about a man.

At first Touzoku Ou had always been the dominant one, forcing Atemu to take the submissive position-the first few times there had been nothing pleasurable about the dreams at all: he was being raped, nothing more, nothing less.

But more and more often as of late, Atemu dreamed that it was him who was the aggressor, taking what his body desired by force. And one of the most interesting things about the dream was that he always coaxed Touzoku Ou into willingness first-something he doubted he would have been capable of in life.

"Again?" his caretaker asked as he entered, picking up and folding the soiled sheets. His words were muffled by the white cloth covering half his face.

Atemu jumped-he had forgotten he'd called for him. "Yes, again," he confirmed glumly, frowning in spite of himself. "This has got to stop."

"You know, I really think you should find a wife. Besides being what tradition dictates, it's very clear that you need someone."

Atemu didn't reply.

"Or is it just that you would prefer a husband?" Shimon asked slyly, and Atemu jumped at least three feet before spinning around.

"What?!" he screamed, so loudly Shimon had to cover his ears.

"Oh, nothing," he replied mildly, eyes wide and innocent, the white cloth hiding the smirk Atemu knew he was wearing. "I'm just saying people might find it a bit…suspicious that these dreams started just a few days after your first encounter with-"

"No one is going to be suspicious of anything because no one is going to know!" Atemu cried. "And you better keep my secret if you know what's good for you!"

Shimon pantomimed locking his mouth and throwing away the key. "I'll tell one of your servants to get you new sheets. In the meantime, you might want to take a bath. It seems to me as if you aren't going to get any more sleep tonight."

So what else was new?

***

Ryou Bakura knuckled his forehead.

He had been having very strange dreams lately, and they were beginning to disturb him when awake. Most of them featured a certain blonde-haired Egyptian who he barely even knew.

Some of them were actually memories, according to his other half. But the white-haired spirit, who had been surprisingly lacking in the evil aspect lately, confirmed that he had never had sex with Malik or anybody else.

That was all Ryou.

"Kids, we have a new student today," announced the teacher, making several kids look up. "Say hello to Malik Ishtal, who came all the way from Egypt."

Yugi, Jou, Anzu, and Ryou (they all had the same first-period class) jerked up to see the aforementioned Egyptian walk into the room.

"Ugh, him again," muttered Jou under his breath, and Ryou felt a stab of irritation. Jou spoke as if he were some kind of leper! But he was too beautiful to be a leper.

Lean and muscular, with a feline grace and wiry but powerful limbs that had the outlines of his veins visible on the tight skin. The skin was completely flawless, and the color of peanut butter. His lips were just the slightest shade different and seemed very soft. He his hair was limp but silky, the most unusual sun-bleached blonde. His most stunning feature was by far his eyes, large and clear and beautiful light purple with unusually dark eyelashes.

Ryou blinked and shook his head. Was this really the time?

"Hi, Malik!" called Yugi, ever forgiving, and Ryou tossed him a grateful smile. As did Malik, who had been looking around with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

Girls were already swooning, as they had over him. He sincerely hoped Malik wouldn't have to go through what he did-the very first day of school, a fanclub had been made for him! (I'm not joking, it happened in the manga.)

"Well, I see you've met Yugi already," said the teacher approvingly.

"And Honda, and Jonouchi, and Ryou," he acknowledged, looking at each of them with a half-nervous little smile. Ryou and Yugi returned his smile. Honda seemed uncertain. Jou just looked pissed.

"In that case, you can sit between Ryou and Jonouchi," the teacher said, and Malik obeyed.

Just as before, there were girls muttering about the kind of influence Jou might be. But also about the kind of influence Ryou would be, and Ryou had eight fanclubs for him-one of them without girls in it.

"Hello," said Malik, still a little nervous. "Err…no hard feelings about me using you two to get to Yugi and the Pharaoh?"

"Of course not," Ryou replied with a smile. Jou scowled, but finally seemed to give in.

"Fine. But only because Yugi and Ryou trust you, not because I do. Err…Your creepy side wouldn't happen to be around, would he?" His eyes darted from side to side, as if the being they had dubbed "Mariku" (the kanji of "Malik") might be right there at that very moment.

Malik sighed. "Yeah…Rishid died, and he reappeared. I think it's worse for Isis, because she was actually in love with Rishid. But he's all right now. Though that may be guilt over what he did to Isis."

He seemed unbearably sad all of a sudden, and Ryou decided not to push him.

"So, truce?"

Jou and Malik seemed to smile, and they all shook hands. "Truce."

***

It was lunch, and Yu-Gi-Oh had for some reason locked the entrance to his soul room (the reason being that, once again, he had caught a glimpse of Bakura looking like the other man who was not Bakura. It seemed he and Ryou were doing the same thing as Yu-Gi-Oh and Yugi)

To make matters worse, Yugi had forgotten his lunch. Looking around, stomach rumbling, he noticed Seto Kaiba.

Since he was the CEO of his own company and all, Kaiba rarely came to school. When he did, he rarely paid attention-usually he just read or worked on his laptop, since he knew everything already.

This impressed Yugi highly.

Anyway, the CEO had a huge plate on his lap, and he was eating while typing away at his laptop. He didn't even glance up at Yugi until the familiar little voice asked, "What are you eating?"

"Hog head doused in beacon grease," Kaiba replied, expression and voice carefully unreadable. At least he wasn't scowling or glaring, as Yugi had expected him to.

Knowing full well that Kaiba hated anything to do with pigs, Yugi looked at the plate.

Carefully arranged on it was at least thirty different kinds of sushi, way too much for one person to eat alone. Some of them Yugi could recognize easily, others he had never heard of-much less tasted.

Using his chopsticks to pick up a piece of Ebi, Kaiba swished it around in his Wasabi and asked with a smirk, "Why, Yugi, did you forget your lunch-again?"

Ticked both by his words and the falsely sweet way in which he said them, Yugi opened his mouth to reply, only to find the boiled shrimp in his mouth. He gagged slightly, but it went down without much trouble.

The moment it did, Kaiba pushed a rectangular piece of Tako into his mouth. This time he was prepared and he chewed it thoughtfully, noting how light and sweet the octopus was. "Close your eyes and guess what I'm putting in your mouth," Kaiba commanded, and Yugi obeyed-anything for food.

He correctly named Ikura, Anago, sea urchin, Mochi, Ume-shiso, Unagi, Sawagani (the tiny crabs were his favorite food in the world), Tekka-don, and cucumber roll. He wasn't as lucky for Baigai, Aburage, Yakinori, Kimachi, Shirako, Daikon, or Maki-Zushi.

Suddenly he felt something soft and warm press against his lips, and something moist and strange-tasting-not at all unpleasant, just strange-slip between them.

He gasped sharply and pulled away-not without regret, it had felt good. "W-What was that?!"

"Huh?" replied Kaiba. "Oh, nothing." He chuckled at Yugi's expression "Fine. It was a snake tail with a rare and unusual sauce on it that you've probably never tasted before."

Yugi wracked his brain for a decent reply when he heard Jou call, "Hey, Yug! What're you doing hanging out with that jerk? Lunch is almost over! Come on."

"I'm coming!" he called, dashing forward. But he couldn't help glancing back at Kaiba every three seconds and feel very glad that Yu-Gi-Oh hadn't been awake.

"Does he really expect me to believe that?" he muttered. "All right, maybe I'm not a genius like him, but that doesn't mean I'm an idiot! Rare and unusual it may be, and certainly I've never tasted it before, but that was no snake."