The Pharaoh sat, looking out over his empire. Only a couple more hours, and he could be done for the day. Looking over to his High Priest, he noticed that Seto was looking at him. He raised an eyebrow. Seto simply shook his head. Cobalt eyes looked away.
Atem let his thoughts drift to Yugi. Sweet, beautiful Yugi. Atem could lose himself in those eyes. Yugi was the reason he wanted to be done for the day. He could never get enough of Yugi. A soft smile gracing his lips, his eyes drifted back to last night… Snapping back to the present, he noticed a doppelganger walk in. On alert, he looked to the guard.
Kneeling, the guard announced, "My Pharaoh, a visitor."
Atem warily nodded. He noted that Seto was tense. The visitor approached.
"Yami." Atem nodded warily.
Yami smirked. "Pharaoh." He sneered. He didn't say "My Pharaoh." Atem wasn't his Pharaoh. His Master was in a different kingdom. "I come with orders."
Atem was wary. While the two facing off against each other might have looked similar, that was the only similarity there was. Atem, dressed appropriately as his position as Pharaoh, wearing the traditional clothes and headdress, was a kind and just ruler, ruling with an iron, but fair fist. He respected his people and worried for their safety. He valued the opinion of others, liking to weigh all sides before making a decision. He had even put his best friend Seto as his High Priest, because that was the opinion he respected the most. He had known Seto since they were five, when Seto's father became the previous Pharaoh's new High Priest after the prior priest had passed in battle.
Yami, on the other hand, looked like danger incarnate. In black leather pants and a black leather tank top, with black wings sprouting from his back, his crimson eyes stood out in comparison to his paler skin. Being a shadow demon, and the right hand demon of Zorc, the words "kind" and "just" weren't in his vocabulary. He cared about no one but himself and his Master. He had no friends….Atem didn't even think Yami could care for anyone.
Atem looked at Yami carefully. This would be…tricky. Zorc was never easy to deal with, nor was Yami. "And what are those orders?" Atem asked.
"To redeem the favor you owe my Master." Crimson eyes studied the Pharaoh, a smirk playing at his lips.
Atem grimaced inwardly. He hated to be reminded of the favor. Why Zorc did it, Atem thought he would never know…Seto had warned Atem. Saying Atem should never have accepted the favor. But how could Atem have resisted when Atem's own healers couldn't save…
"Aren't you even going to ask me what my Master wants as redemption?" The smirk was threatening to overtake that pale face.
Atem darted a quick look at Seto. The only outward sign of any emotion was the white knuckles on Seto's staff. Seto looked at Atem, face unreadable.
Atem looked sternly back at Yami. "I will not play your games. Spit out your request, or leave my kingdom."
Yami let out a rich, baritone laugh. "That is rich, Pharaoh." He sneered again. "Like you have a choice. Anyways, the redemption is simple. You have to share your bed and your Yugi with me."
Atem's eyes flared darkly. "Not acceptable." He snarled.
Yami crossed his arms, a fake pout on his lips. "Oh, Pharaoh, you hurt me. Am I not acceptable for your bed?" He held his arms out, showing off the muscle through his clothing. Twirling in a slow circle, as if he were on display, his smirk grew. While knowing he was a fine specimen of masculinity, Yami also knew the Pharaoh did not like to share.
Atem gripped the armrests of his throne, knuckles white. "Get. Out. Of. Here." He snarled dangerously low.
Yami grinned. "You know you can't turn me away, Pharaoh. The details of the agreement were quite clear. While my Master Zorc was unable to request anything affecting your kingdom directly, like the Throne, he was able to request anything from you personally, as long as it didn't involve death. He is requesting you share that scrumptious morsel called Yugi with me."
Atem glanced at Seto. He had thought that Seto's contract was iron clad. He could see the disappointment in Seto's eyes as he realized he had failed the Pharaoh. Atem's Adam's Apple bobbed in defeat as he realized he truly had no choice in this. Staring at the demon in front of him, he spat, "Fine. But you'll never get his love."
Yami smiled back, an amused glint in his eyes. "I don't want his love, I just want a piece of that ass."