Beautiful Boy
"Beautiful boy, why do you cry?" Atemu wondered as he took little Yuugi in his arms and carefully dried his cheeks.
Yuugi burrowed away in his chest and Atemu smiled patiently, stroking his hair.
"Don't cry." He lifted Yuugi up onto his lap and cupped his chin in his hand, staring longingly into his eyes. Yuugi lowered his head and crossed his arms around his ribs.
"I have given you everything. Why do you cry?" Atemu asked, peeking up at Yuugi who shut his eyes tightly. Atemu sighed softly and leaned in to kiss his eyelids.
Yuugi blushed. He coyly folded his hands around the back of Atemu's neck and opened his large violet eyes. Atemu smiled and examined him. He had an angelic appearance that he just could not resist to study. That extravagant multicoloured hair which resembled his own and golden bangs that perfectly framed his round white face. A simple, small nose, radiant Persian-like eyes, which seemed to match his milky complexion, and a tiny, fragile body. Atemu loved his body, how it was utterly pure and untainted. He loved to smooth over his satiny skin and follow every effeminate detail with his fingertips.
He lowered Yuugi onto his bed and slowly began to remove his clothes. He then placed heated open-mouthed kisses on his stomach and chest, which sent shivers up Yuugi's spine. He continued along his jawbone and to his chin until he met with his lips, letting his tongue softly graze over Yuugi's. His body quivered in response, lifting his head to sink deeper into the Pharaoh's comforting, moist kiss. Atemu escaped the slighter boy's lips and captured flecks of skin on his neck and shoulder. He let his fingers ghostly glide over Yuugi's thigh, creating goosebumps all over his body.
"Why do you cry?" Atemu wondered once again.
"I cry," Yuugi spoke "only so I can lie here next to you. So you can come to me and we can be together like we once were."
Atemu was expressionless, staring into him with vacant eyes.
"Don't say that you don't." Yuugi whispered solemnly. Painful tears began to swell in his eyes and he closed them tightly, turning his head away from Atemu before he could notice. He felt a light kiss upon his lips and opened his eyes to find himself alone, lying naked on his bed.
The window was open and an icy breeze swept through his vastly empty room. Yuugi watched as the silky curtains danced gracefully along the wind, a chill instantly falling over him. He quickly gathered himself, holding his knees to his chest.
And he was left by himself yet again with the agonizing need to cry, but no hand to dry his cheeks.