08: Dance
Word Count: 239
Softly, music flowed from the chords of the harp. It moved the young prince, controlled his limbs, causing him to move in the way that he did.
Watching him, studying him was the musician of the harp. He licked his lips as watched the prince spin on his heels. Every night it was the same thing. He would play his harp and Prince Yuugi would dance. Each night the harpist told himself, 'Tonight will be different.'
Hitting the last chord of the song, Atemu set the harp down, catching the young prince off guard. Questions bubbled up as Yuugi watched the musician as he approached. Why had he stopped? Why had he not moved on to another song? Tan arms encircled the prince's waist and drew him close to the musician.
"Atemu…" Yuugi began softly, violet eyes shimmering with want and desire.
"No more practiced steps or chords. Let us make up our own music, our own dance."
Slowly and softly, they pressed their lips against each others.
When they parted they looked at each other with half lidded eyes, their breath hot ticking the others lips. "Like I said, let's not do anything else this evening." Atemu whispered huskily.
Nodding, the prince found himself being lowered onto his back as butterfly kisses were placed up and down his neck. That was how the rest of their night was spent; in pure bliss underneath the moonlight, making their own music and dancing to it.