Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Yugi the god of chastity ❯ A Day in the temple ( One-Shot )

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Title: Chastity_God_Yuugi_

Autor: Ashray


Disclaimer: I don’t own Yugioh, and the Picture that made me do this is from Inami: Chastity-God-Yuugi (here you can see the picture)


Summary: This short story is inspired by a picture I saw on devianart ‘Chastity_God_Yuugi_
by_Inami’ (link is above) I also used a line of her autors note. I just couldn’t get ride
of that idea, so here it is, I hope you like it

This is made without a beta-reader. Maybe the only right sentence in this is the one
I took from Inamis note… be aware…




The young god laid on a big colorful nest of comfortable, supple pillows.
Outside of the temple it was very hot, since the sun was on his highest, but inside the big stone temple it was cool and nice, and he enjoyed the raw of the sun falling through a nearby window, caressing his small form lovingly.
The light caught in his tricolor hair, making it shine like the finest of silk ever seen, and you couldn’t help but wish to run your fingers through it.
His ivory skin was flawless and smooth, untouched by anyone’s hands, and easily seen since he was only wearing a very short blue skirt, showing off seemingly endless slender thighs, a flat belly in the color of fresh milk, and thin hips surrounded by a gold band.
He wore an beautiful golden collar, leaving his smooth chest bare for the eyes of his many admirers, and he had shining bracelets adoring his thin wrists, catching the light and making him shine even more, like the god he truly is, shimmering as much from inner beauty as from the outside.

He had a smile for all of his priests and bright violet eyes looked kind at everyone, the color so deep, you would drawn in it if you don’t be careful. Many have fallen for this beautiful, innocent young god, and made a long way just for one look at him, to hear his sweet voice just once in their lifetime to never forget it.

Yugi, the god of chastity, didn’t mind the look of the priests following his every move, every flex of muscle under his skin, every wrinkle of his cloths. He was used to their stares since they never leave him alone, always praising and praying and pleading.

Innocent eyes looked over the plates of fresh fruits and sweet treats they always laid out before him. His violet gems widen in childish delight as he found his favorites, strawberries.
Red, juicy, ripe strawberries.
They where’nt native in Egypt, so it was hard to get a hold on them.

Delicate, pale hands reached for the golden plate the rare fruits where arranged at. Each one of them was perfect red and full, there was not one with a bit of green, not a single leaf on them.
He picked one of the tasteful berries up and admired the rich color, the sweet smell.
A soft, pink tongue darted out to taste the red surface, before supple lips closed over the very tip.
The watching priests saw the glistering of the strawberry in the light, then pearly white teeth closed over it to take the first bite.
The small god closed his eyes and let out a silent ’hmmm’ at the sweet taste, before he ate the rest of the fruit. They saw him clean his fingertips one by one from the juice, slowly and carefully, like a cat leaping at milk, before he ate another berry.
After each one of them, he cleaned his fingers, sucking his slim digits into his little mouth, violet eyes closed, so the juice on them wouldn’t drip down over his hands and cloths.

Only the silent rustle of his silken skirt against the pillows he was resting at was heard in the hall every time he reached for something, no one was speaking a word aloud.


High priest Seth was moving soundless like a hunting cat through the gathering peoples, he had his eye on all of the priests, especially those with certain ‘fantasies’ you should’nt have about the god of chastity.

It was his duty to watch over the temple, like it was every high priest‘s, and he was good at that!
One of the lower ranking priests caught his eye, and he roughly grabbed him by the collar with a disgusting growl.
The taller one dragged the struggling men out of the building and let go of his poor victim as they where on top of to long stairs leading to the main entrance of the temple. He watched him trembling down and join the heap of priests-in-training (which they no longer where now) already laying there, knocked out by their impact with the stone.

“I’m going to teach you to keep your minds on your duty! And that alone!” he growled more to himself, since they couldn’t hear him anymore. “You should better learn to remember that only the pharaoh can touch a god! I’m not allowing any impure thoughts inside this sacred halls! And for now you all can cool down outside here to remember your proper place!”

“Way to go, Seth! Cool down in the searing heat of the desert.” Mahado, another one of the high priests of the pharaoh, clapped behind him.
But Seth just gave the other a glare that cold, only he and Seto Kaiba where ever able to do so.
Not that the magician minded, he know Seth too good to expect something else from him.
“You’re enjoying this way too much, Seth.” teased Mahado, watching the unfortunate priest falling down the stairs. The brunet just gave a snarl to show how much he cared for them suffering in the heat.
“You know, you could just say ‘ I'm sorry. But in the impurity of your thoughts and your growing lechery, we must banish you from the temple before you tarnish our worshipped god ‘ That would be much nicer.”
“Who ever said that I’m nice? So what do you want, anyway, magician?”
“Nobody said you‘re nice, or else he would be death by now. I‘m taking over with watching over them, I see you had a busy day.”
Again he looked down at the heap of bodies downstairs, from where painful moaning, muttering and swearing was heard.
They wouldn’t ever come back to work in this halls.

When high priest Seth cast you out of a temple, you are better off with never showing up ever again.

“I didn’t have my share of perverts yet.” Without another word or look at them Seth turned around and swiftly stalked back inside, letting Mahado alone with those worthless losers.

Seth came back inside just in time to see Yugi watch the red liquid swapping from side to side in the golden cup he was holding with delicate hands, admiring the rich color and the sweet scent of the cool, ruby wine inside.
Then he took a little sip of it, and Seth along with all the others saw how it tainted the young gods lips even more red and let them sinfully shimmer in the light of Ra. The little pink tongue darted out again to lick over the full curve of his sweet smile and clean the wine off.
He arched his lean back a little to place the cup beside him and took some of the white cherries(1), his blue skirt riding up a little more in the process, showing even more of that pure, untouchable skin, but just not enough of what one or the other wanted to see.

The high priest had to remember himself for a moment, not to look for too long at the god of chastity, at all that displayed milky skin and tempting innocence, or else he had to drag himself out of that door and down the stairs one day.
‘I wonder if our dear good is even aware of what he is doing to his priests all the time…’ he thought himself, as he walked through the priests, looking for someone else to kick out.
He hadn’t reached his daily share now.

Yugi took another sip of his wine, and a single drop was dripping down on his hand.
Eager eyes surveyed the small hand raising; full, pink lips closing over the red drop and the finger being sucked into the wet, warm cavern, before it was released with a little wet sound.

“No wonder that there are still so many of then, even since I’m alone throwing a good dozen of them out every day.” Seth thought as he caught another priest by the collar. “Fool! Stop dreaming and get lost!”



THE END (of a normal day in the temple of Yugi, the god of Chastity)



(1) My father told me about this white cherries he ate as he was very young (from the tree of his neighbor), but it was an old sort I never found anywhere myself.
I think since Yugi is a god, he should only get the best ^_^

Oh, and the High priests are taking turn with watching over the lower priests in the name of the pharaoh.
That part with ‘Pharaohs are the only one to touch a god’ I read somewhere Yami telling Yugi, and I couldn’t help but put in there.

Somewhere I like the through of Seto kicking himself out, ^_^

and innocent, sweet Yugi is torturing his poor priests out of their minds, without even noticing it…