I do not own Yugioh!

I dedicate this chapter to Tyga- Rack City.

Last Kings! ;3


His long, tan fingers ran down the sides of her arms as the two wrestled each other passionately in the sheets of cream colored cotton. The woman's back arched upwards as the man began trailing open mouthed kisses along her collarbone and down towards her chest.

"My...Pharaoh...nnggh." Muttered the woman as she ran her delicate, pointed fingers through her lover's wildly colored hair. The said man raised his regal head up to gaze into emerald eyes, showing all the love and desire he had to offer in his own amethyst orbs.

Her lips puckered slightly and The Pharaoh took that chance and swooped his head down to capture her lips with his. The woman's eyes slid closed as she allowed her lover to dominate her mouth with his demanding tongue. Releasing her hold on his hair, she blindly trailed her hands sensuously down his back, making him go rigid before he relaxed once more and began becoming more harsh with his touches leaving bruises everywhere he touched, his hands got a hold of the collar of her tunic and pulled.

All the while still battling mouth to mouth, a battle that his lover lost from the very start. Once the top of her tunic was pulled down to her gold-belted waist, the pharaoh pulled back from his assault on her luscious lips to gaze down at the beauty laying disheveled before him.

Two beautifully rounded milk giving breast's were bared to him in all their glory, the brown areola's were just begging him to suckle upon until raw. Two bronze-kissed arms shielded him from his view of the gifts laid before him. The man raised his head abruptly in anger of being denied his rights to the woman before him.

His eye's flashed red as he growled out a barely decipherable demand, "Raise your arm's."

The woman whimpered a bit, but did not disobey the orders given to her. Looking away as she did so, the pharaoh hummed in satisfaction at being able to devour her breasts again. It was clear that the woman was not used to such appraisal towards her body and was in fear of what The pharaoh would say.

Though he didn't seem to notice one bit of her insecurities and the woman began to relax and enjoy the ministrations being done to her body. " You are a gift of beauty given to me by the gods themselves, habibti."

The woman gasped in surprise at such passionate words being said to her, and grasped at her lover tighter than before seemingly wanting to meld together for all eternity. The Pharaoh had no problem's with this as he continued to have away at her breasts. Rolling around a brown teat between his teeth, he palmed at her breasts, rubbing and nudging them any way he saw fit. He lifted head from the right breast, which was now lathered in his saliva and began to blow gently on it. He watched in fascination as the soft peak, started to harden from the cold air. Not wanting to leave the other unattended he gave the other teat the same treatment as it's twin.

The woman was arching so high off the bed, she thought she'd break her back. Gripping the sheet's tightly in her red-knuckled grip, the woman tried to stifle the moan that was rising in her throat.

"Mmm..nn.." She mumbled out.

The pharaoh paused from his torturing actions and said harshly," Try all you want to silence your pleasure from me habibti, but your body," He bit her left breast, leaving a red mark causing her to gasp in pain and pleasure," Cannot lie." He finished with a smirk.

The woman wouldn't be able to take much more of this. Thankfully, The Pharaoh rose from his position, to only be straddling her.

"Please, Pharaoh...I..I..don't know how much more I can take." She said licking her lips, while her body twitched in anticipation.

The Pharaoh chuckled, and gazing into his love's eyes he began to disband her golden belt. The only thing keeping him from finally obtaining his true gift from the gods.

"Take it all Habibti, take all I have to offer and give, which in your case is unlimited amounts."

Staring back into her lover's eyes, she was about ready to give in and end her charade. Tired of denying her true feelings for this man above her, she reached up and lightly placed her palm on his smooth, tanned cheeks.

"Yes..." She whispered agreeably." I want it all."

The Pharaoh's lips spread wide into what she couldn't believe it to be, a smile. How long has it been since she seen such pure happiness in his expression?

If this is all it would take to see that permanently on his handsome features, then she would agree to anything.

Both staring at each other in complete awe, The Pharaoh was about to remove the skirted half of the tunic and divulge himself further within her when there was a loud bang on the golden intricately designed doors of his chambers.

The woman laid completely still, shooken out of her deliriousness by the loud noise. But The Pharaoh ignored the banging and continued with his trek to her nether regions. The regions that were now ripe and ready for child bearing, especially for an heir.

But the banging still continued, getting louder and more frantic by the minute. The woman knew that their time was up, and The Pharaoh needed to answer his door.

Grabbing his hand that was fisted around her skirts she silently shook her head 'no' and pointed towards the door, signaling to him to get up and answer.

The Pharaoh moved his hands away and lifted his body back up from the caged position he had been in before. He narrowed his amethyst eyes in anger at being interrupted right when he was about to claim his heart's desire.

Growling in irritation, he got off the bed and briskly walked to the door.

The banging continued to grow louder with each step he took, once he was in front of the massive doors made of gold he sharply pushed the door open in one huge sweep.

The loud bang that followed resonated throughout the palace halls.

He peered down at the small and frightened servant shaking before him.

"Well? Was is it that dared you to disturb me in my private bed chambers?" He yelled angrily, the millennium eye appearing on his forehead, a sign that punishment was to be given if he did not supply him a sufficient response.

The servant regained some of his senses and hastily placed his left foot forward and right hand on his chest and bowed his head. It was mandatory show of respect towards The Pharaoh, who is the living embodiment of the Sky god Horus.

"M—m-my Pharaoh," the servant stumbled out,"I am deeply sorry to disturb you as I was sent here by Priest Seto, he says that your presence is needed in the throne room."

The Pharaoh raised a fine eyebrow, Seto was apart of his seven sacred guardians who were meant to protect and serve the Pharaoh. And out of all of them Seto was the one who followed protocol finely. And knew that only a member of the sacred court was permitted entry to this section of the palace.

So, for him to send a mere servant in his place was quite odd and not to mention inexcusable.

"Did he say as to why I'm needed there?" He said crossing his arms and leaned against the doorway, the eye of wedjet fading away from his forehead.

The servant nervously replied,"No, my lord he just said that it was very urgent."

The Pharaoh sighed, pushing himself off the door frame he made to close it but not without telling the servant, "Very well, tell Priest Seto that I will be there shortly."

The servant nodded and once again did the show of respect for The Pharoah, "Yes, my king." And with that he turned away to deliver the message. But not without noticing the curved form underneath the sheets of his kings bedding's and the said man's topless torso. The servant hurried away after realizing what exactly he had intruded upon.

Shutting the door, The Pharaoh walked back towards the bed sighing as he did so. There was always something interrupting him and the woman he had just been about to deflower, never giving him a moment's of peace with her. But of course this came with being the most powerful man in Egypt.

"Atem."

Looking up in surprise at hearing his name being called, he saw that his love was already out of his bed and getting redressed. Never looking at him as she did so, her gaze was purposefully fixated on the statue piece of Osiris and Isis that was placed on the railing of the beis, to symbolize fertility and rebirth.

"Yes, Habibti?" He asked.

At that she looked up, trailing her eye's from his long muscled legs, past his tunic, stopping a second to marvel at his well defined chest until finally her gaze rested upon his face. How she loved that face of his, it seemed as though the god's themselves sculpted his features to fine perfection. No blemish or scarring in sight. Just high-cheekbones, full lips, ebony skin and a prominent jaw structure.

But those eye's. Those eye's of his that could see into your very soul and leave you completely immobilized. Such beauty they held as they were a brilliant color of amethyst with flecks of reds shining when rah hit them at the right angles.

But those gem's of his could also be a person's undoing, for once his eye's starts to shift color into a blood red, that meant punishment and quite possibly death was imminent. One must never cross a Pharaoh, especially the Pharaoh Atem.

As deep in thought as she were, she didn't fail to notice the smirk that now graced his features, realizing she had been caught admiring him so openly she quickly turned her head away, cheeks emblazoned with red from her embarrassment.

Chuckling at the girl's obvious embarrassment he watched as she composed herself and went back to placing her jewelry on. She looked at him, but was not meeting his gaze this time. Instead focusing on the wall behind him, decorated with scrolls and etchings of their native language.

Atem raised his eyebrow, a common reflex for him when puzzled or interested in something.

The woman raised one back at him, struggling with trying to fix her earring's. "Must you always be so brash with your actions?" She chided. "You nearly scared that man half to death. Praise Osiris."

"Why, whatever do you mean Habibti?" Atem said slyly.

"And stop with that accursed name!" She said irritatedly,"I only allow you to call me that at certain moment's, and were not exactly having a passionate one, now are we?" She cocked her head to the side and place a hand on her hip.

Atem rolled his eyes. "Fine, Ma-na," He said, putting emphasis on the two syllables of her name. " And for your information, that servant interrupted a 'passionate moment' we were just having now weren't we?" He said using the same tone she had used with him in a show of mockery.

Mana just shook her head, " Unless you have forgotten, 'that servant'," She made air quotations, " is also a friend of mine, lest you forgotten that I am also a servant?" She said smoothing down her cream colored tunic and fixing her golden belt, so that it tightly held her waist.

Atem watched her movements, seemingly not caring at all about her inquiry. " You know, I could have helped put your cloths back on, but then again they wouldn't be on for long." He said deviously.

Mana glared at him, sighing he said, " Mana, your acting as if I sent that man to the shadows, which I haven't," 'Yet.' He thought but didn't speak it aloud." And you know your position as a servant could change if you would just let me-" Mana cut him off.

"No, Atem." Crossing her arms, she looked away and out the balcony where the night sky was present and Yah the moon god was shining along with goddess Hathor, Lady of the stars.

Atem frowned, not liking being cut off in the middle of his sentence but also not liking the sad expression, ever so present on his beloveds face.

He walking over to where she was standing in the middle of the room, looking ethereal in the pale moonlight. He held her close to him, tucking her head underneath his chin, he began to stroke her long chestnut hair down her back. An affectionate gesture he did all time when they were children, now not so much since he became Pharaoh.

" You didn't even let me finish what I was about to say." He said annoyed, yet still held her.

Mana just sighed, arms still crossed she made no move to embrace him back, but also made no move to leave either.

"Yes, but it's evident on what was going to be said, was it not?" She questioned, leaning back a bit to stare up at him.

He just grunted, " I suppose."

Mana nodded, " And I suppose you know that my answer has not changed."

At this, The Pharaoh released his hold on her and instead gripped her shoulder's, leaning down until he was face to face with her.

"But why my dear Mana?" He said imploringly, " Why?, when you could have it all! Be with me Mana, and never again would you have to call yourself a servant." He pleaded.

Mana scoffed, " Oh please Pharaoh," she said pointedly, " It won't matter what I do or say, I will always be a servant in these people's eyes. That won't change no matter what title you give me." She gestured to him, " And you claiming me as your lover will only make matters worse, I will be looked upon as a whore, that I only slept with you to gain power and riches."

Atem's expression turned angry, his amethyst eyes darkening to a slight red, not red as blood, but close to it.

"But that wouldn't be the case!" he bellowed out, angered that someone would even think that of his dear sweet Mana. " It would have been of my own choice to choose you as mine. Not because I can provide you with wealth and status, but because I love you." He said, stroking her cheek with his hand softly, deeply gazing into her eyes.

Smiling, Mana leaned into his hand, placing her own atop of his and stared back into his eyes just as intently, emerald eyes shimmering with love.

"And I love you my king," she replied. "But not everyone is going to see it that way and until I prove my worth to you and this kingdom, I'm not going to chance it." She said determinedly.

He kissed her then, so caught up in the passion of their discussion and Mana's words he just couldn't help himself.

It was short and sweet, but the momentum blew the breath right out of Mana. She heaved a deep sigh and smiled. She was happy that their discussion didn't end in a horrible fight.

"Don't think that this discussion is over with habibti." Atem moved away from Mana and walked towards the bed to retrieve his Millennium Puzzle, an item that contains deep and dark power that only descendants of Anknamkanon can possess. Though he planned to rid Egypt of it's power before the end of his reign, so that his children wouldn't have to deal with the heavy burden that owning this item will bring.

Rolling her eyes, Mana said," Of course it isn't, I can just assume that the kiss you gave me was just to silence me correct?"

Picking the Millennium Item off the floor, where it seemed to have fallen when he was in such haste to relieve himself of his clothing and Mana's, Slipping it back on around his neck, the some-what heavy puzzle rested on his stomach, stopping before his navel.

He walked over to the tables that were arranged next to his bed and picked up his gold cuff links, golden bands for his ankles and his gold winged earrings. He had a wide array of golds, gems and items to choose from when selecting his attire, but he preferred a simpler look and also because too much accessorizing could weigh him down in a battle.

"Perhaps, or maybe I just found your little declaration to amusing?" He laughed. Bending down, he tried wrapping the gold bands around his calves but was having difficulties with it.

Even though she was mad that he took what she said as a joke, she couldn't help but laugh at his attempt to dress himself. Without his handmaiden's here to dress him, he had do it himself and he was horrible at it.

"Here let me help you with that." She said. She walked over to him and got on her knees so that she could wrap the bands correctly around his calf.

The Pharaoh rose back up and watched with slightly widened eyes as his Mana got on her knees and redid his bands for him. 'This is what she would be doing if she were queen.' He thought. Of course his handmaiden's would be performing their duties of dressing the King and Queen but it was not uncommon for the queen to dress her husband.

He watched completely mesmerized as she delicately wrapped the gold around him. ' She is so beautiful.' He thought, and indeed she was, for her long chestnut hair was straight and stopped at her waist, while most women in Egypt kept their hair chopped at their necks, she let it grow out to socially unheard of lengths.

He smiled, Mana never was one for playing by the rules. She liked things done her own way, regardless of what anyone has to say. Even her attire was different, being a servant she was given the standard tunic and leather sandals they all had to wear. But she had managed to alter the uniform to were the skirted part was flared out, the sleeves hang off her shoulder's and the neck of it ripped to show her collarbone. She definitely did things her own way.

Which led him to her personality, she was sweet and kind to everyone, his complete opposite, and never let anything get her down. Even though being a servant meant having to be subjected to all kinds of treatment from the nobles-which he made sure to take care of as soon as heard about it- she still keeps her head held up high.

Mana looked up and caught him staring at her, he averted his eyes away from her for a moment, annoyed at being caught staring this time.

Raising an eyebrow, Mana stood up and dusted her hands off, " There, now you'll only walk in looking half as foolish as you do now, my king." She joked.

Atem rolled his eyes, "Not funny Mana." He slid on his slippers and walked over to his side table where he placed his crown. It was especially made for him, since no other headdress could contain his unruly hair. Encrusted with jewels from all over Egypt, the golden crown had the millennium eye relief-ed in the center, showing that he see's all and knows all.

"Wasn't trying to be." Mana headed for the door. She was in his chambers long enough and there was bound to be suspicion on as to why she missed her chores for the night. Which she will probably have to spend all of tomorrow making up. She mentally groaned thinking about.

"Wait, Mana." Seeing that she was about to leave, he put on his crown and walked over to her and wrapped his toned arms around her waist, smiling down at her annoyed expression.

She huffed, her hair blowing upwards when she did." What is it? You know I need to go first and I'm already in trouble by being gone for so long."

"You do realize that I'm the Pharaoh right?" He said cocking his head to side, and laughed when she tried hitting his shoulder.

"Really? I haven't noticed, what with the crown and gold and all." She laughed at his nonplussed expression.

"Look you know that I'm not using our relationship as excuse and I never will, now what is it?" She said.

His arms held her tighter, wishing he could hold her there forever. " Fine, but if that head servant gives you any trouble I will intervene." See her reluctant nod he went on with what he wanted to say, "Also, you never told me what you wanted for your sixteenth year?"

It was Mana's day of birth yesterday and Atem always made sure to get her something in celebration. Though only a few knew of the day, not because she didn't want them to know, but because no one cared to know.

This year it was significantly more important because Mana was now of age to bear children and be married. Yesterday was also the day they finally took the next step in their relationship, putting their feeling's into action instead of word's.

" I don't want a thing, Atem."

"You say that every time, but you know I'm going to give you something regardless of what you say," He said annoyed, but then gave a devilish grin. " Don't think what we did earlier was the last of your gifts." He said wickedly.

Mana blushed, " I-uh, need to go now Atem!" She gently but hastily pushed him away. She slid the heavy doors open slighty and after making sure no one was in the halls she slipped out. She waved at Atem before silently sliding the door shut and left.

Atem was left standing there staring at the door that his habibti left through just seconds ago. At first he was caught off guard, but then suddenly his gaze narrowed and his iris's started to turn a blood red. The millennium eye appeared on his forehead. A dark aura formed around him, he felt the spirit's of the gods well up inside of him.

He was angered. Beyond furious. His sweet habibti kept evading his advances and he was growing rather tired of it. He had waited long enough for her, even giving her until her sixteenth year to be with him fully. But she still kept denying her role in his life, and that was to be his queen.

Taking a deep breath, he tried calming himself down. It would do no good for him to appear in front of his court bothered and malevolent. The dark aura dissipated from his body and his eye's faded into lighter red. A sign that he was still angry and not to be messed with. The wedjet eye was gone however.

He left his chamber's and walked briskly down the halls of the palace. Passing by bowing servants along the way to the throne room, he paid them no mind. The only servant he will ever care about was one with glowing emerald eye's. His Mana.


A/N: Hello! And welcome to my latest story The Pharaoh's Lover! I'm really going to enjoy writing this! I just recently entered into the Yugioh Fandom, as my passion for it was once again restored after re-watching the series over. I used to watch it and play the card game as a kid, but forgot about it and turned my attention to Anime :)( No, I don't count Yugioh as anime, if it's on 4Kids then hell no, but the original Yugioh from way back in the 90s I WILL count as one.) For those of you who are new to my stories( or lack there of) I used to write for Inuyasha, but FF decided to completely delete my entire story. So, MBF is on definite hiatus. More on that will be explained on my profile, now back to TPL, I really hope you all enjoy this and let me know what you think :) Also, I'm not sure if I can call this 'Vase shipping' (Don't know? Look it up or check my profile) just yet, since I find the idea rather played out and childish for my tastes. Anyways as soon as your done reading this, I will have been started on chapter 2! Check for it!

Translations-

Habibiti- My love, or love.

Facts- Osiris and Isis, are Egyptian gods/goddess. Isis the goddess of rebirth and fertility is the wife of Osiris the god of the dead. The reason why I had a statue placed on Atem's bed railing was to represent birth and fertility, which was a common item for Egyptians to have in their homes.

A Beis is the railing that supports the mattress. A beis usually has a primal design, with the legs of the bed being paw's or heads of animals. Only Nobles and of course Pharaohs could afford such things.

A wedjet is the eye of Horus, which is what the Millennium Eye was modeled after.

The Pharoah and queen would usually have servants( in my case handmaiden's) dressing them and bathing them. The queen would also take care of the needs of the Pharoah. Not all of them did this of course, but more of the subservient ones did.

Ancient Egypt was based upon and surrounded by gold and jewels.

Lastly, In Ancient Egypt it was common for girls to get married at the age of twelve through fourteen. But any older than eighteen, then she wasn't as desirable and usually was left live a lonely life at home with her parents. Which was why Atem had said 'He waited long enough.' Because Mana was now Sixteen and she was well passed the age of marriage.

Sorry for the long AN, I just wanted clear up any confusion. I am trying to keep this story as close to Egyptian Culture as possible. So if anything offends you then I'm sorry but this is what things were like. If you have a questions however then please PM me :)