Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh
Yami was a person who loved his sleep. Yami could easily sleep through a nuclear bomb explosion. He also was very slow waking up, preferring to do so in stages. Yami's sense of smell was the first to regain functionality. Normally back at home the smell of a freshly cooked breakfast, or in some cases lunch, would waft up to him. Yami wrinkled his nose as he was met with an unpleasant smell of musky decay. It smelled like death or perhaps he was still smelling that nasty drink from before bed. Yami's sense of touch also crept back into awareness. Yami's brown wrinkled further in confusion, someone was touching him. Just what the hell was going on? His ears gave him no clues although he did become aware of breathe ghosting over his neck, someone was clearly spooned against him. Yami slowly blinked open his eyes and began taking in the room around him. If he didn't know any better he'd think he'd fallen into an illustration in one of his history books. Yami tried to wrack his sleep addled brain for an explanation. He'd flown to Egypt and come to Dr. Ishtar's underground home where he'd drank a beverage that would be perfect for Fear Factor and laid down for a nap. Other than that Yami was coming up blank. With a lazy sigh Yami turned onto his back to face his sleeping buddy. And screamed.
Yami sprang from the bed as if it was on fire and raced towards the door. Yami ran over to the doorway and discovered to his horror he could not pass over the threshold. It didn't make any sense, he could see right through the doorway. Yami glanced back over his shoulder to see the zombie had opened blood red eyes that were GLOWING. He needed to get out of here. "Dr. Ishtar, help me!" Yami yelled. The thing on the bed laughed apparently finding Yami's terror amusing. Yami slowly dropped to the floor, his energy slowly leaving him as he pressed every ounce of his weight against the barrier and still yielding no results. It was no good, he was trapped.
Yami cringed against the barrier as the living corpse climbed off the bed. Yami could literally see muscles as they clenched along his torso where skin no longer covered them. There was no blood yet watching as the sinew flexed and moved as the body did was both fascinating and horrifying. Perhaps if he had been a doctor he would have been more interested in the clear view of how the human body worked. Right now his main concern was that he was trapped with a zombie and trying to figure out how to kill something that is already dead. The being that was leisurely approaching him was literally something out of his nightmare. "You could stop cowering spouse." Pharaoh said, his approach calm yet bemused. The boy had known exactly what he was getting himself into. There was no reason for the melodramatics.
Wait a second, "What did you just call me?" Yami asked as a whole new level of dread began to settle upon him. The zombie smirked, "Spouse or would you prefer I called you wife?" Pharaoh said, by this point he was close enough to reach out and grab Yami if he so chose.
"I'm not your Spouse! And certainly not your wife! For starters I'm a man. Secondly we are not married." Yami yelled. A practical joke, that's exactly what this had to be. Malik didn't give off the impression of a jokester when they had first met but that was the only thig that made any sense. They were just trying to have some fun at Yami's expense.
The zombie crouched down so that he was eye to glowing eye with Yami. "You say you are not my spouse? My wife? Yet it was your name affixed upon the marriage contract. I also checked you certainly did take the necessary potions allowing you to bare me many children." Pharaoh said as calmly as one casually discussing the weather. There were so many things that were wrong with that statement Yami honestly had no idea where to even start.
The first thing that flashed through Yami's mind was the sludge he'd drank before he quickly dismissed it. That was not possible, you couldn't have an instantaneous sex change by drinking some disgusting liquid. Besides, Yami's lack of clothes gave him a clear view that his equipment was exactly the way he had remembered it from the last time he'd taken a shower. It just was not possible. The Pharaoh however seemed to be amused by Yami's doubt because he reached forward grabbing Yami quite firmly, lifting slightly before Yami even had a chance to voice his displeasure; and plunged his finger up to the knuckle inside a hole that was not supposed to exist. "The hell?" Yami yelled before trailing off in a groan as the zombie twisted the digit inside him before slowly withdrawing.
"Now, wife. I advise that we return to bed as it will be a lot more pleasant for our coupling instead of the floor." Pharaoh said. Yami's mind was still racing over that fact that he now had a vagina and how that hell that was possible when Pharaohs words broke through the panic induced fog. No way in hell was he getting on a bed and he certainly wasn't going to lay there and let some zombie have sex with him. "Come wife, unless you would prefer me to carry you." Pharaoh commanded.
"I am not under any circumstances getting into that bed with you." Yami growled. That was one thing that was never happening. Not even remotely willing to be considered. No way, nope. Nee, Jo Aye, Iaa, Votch, nun, Ne, Nej, Nein which was every possible way Yami knew how to say the word no in case there was any doubt on his opinion on the matter.
"Your resistance is cute wife, now enough of this goofing about. To bed." Pharaoh ordered.
"Look I don't know who the fuck you think you are but I as I clearly stated already once before I am not under any circumstances going anywhere near a bed with you. Now, if you don't mind I am going to leave." Yami said as he renewed pushing against the barrier with all of his strength. He had to get out of here and away from this monster.
The monster did reply and instead took another two steps closer to Yami who literally had no where to go and firmly grasped Yami's arm. Yami pulled his arm back as hard as he could only to discover that despite looking like a gaunt figure his grip was certainly not brittle and no matter how hard Yami pulled he could not pull his arm from the monster's grasp.
"I am not your wife and I am not going to sleep with you." Yami growled, "Now let go of me!"
"Then if you so desire we will couple here on the floor. Rest assured our coupling is nonnegotiable my wife. You already agreed you cannot change your mind now." Pharaoh said. Pharaoh then dragged Yami slightly away from barrier and began to shove the struggling boy onto the ground. Yami could not get the zombie to budge. The NAKED zombie his mind reminded him. As Pharaoh began to settle his weight more upon Yami. He did weigh much before some reason Yami just could not knock him off. He understandably panicked. If he didn't do something and quickly he was going to end up raped by this monster.
"Wait." Yami suddenly called out, "You gamble, right?" Gambling was practically a way of life back in Ancient Egypt. "Play a game with me and if I win you let me go." Yami said, his mind reminding him of the copious hours of research he had conducted. The Ancient Egyptians loved their games, however games without stakes weren't any fun. Rumor had it a Pharaoh in the Dark Days would gamble with the convicted criminals, win and they would be released, lose and their punishment would be doubled, or in some cases their lives would be forfeit. Yami counted himself a capable gamer and a quick study, he could win his way out of here.
The Pharaoh smirked, "So my wife wants to play? Fine we'll play a game. And if you win I will let you leave. However, if you lose you won't leave that bed for a week. Do we have a deal wife?" Pharaoh challenged. "And just so we are clear my wife," Pharaoh whispered as his skeletal hand traced the edge of Yami's thigh, "While you are in that bed we will be coupling. You will be fulling your obligations as my wife."
Yami visibly gulped, that was quite a downside but his only other choice was to be dragged to bed right now. He wasn't going to do that. "Game on, just don't back out when you lose." Yami said.
Pharaohs smirk broadened, "You can't back down, the shadows see to it the wager is upheld. It is impossible to NOT uphold your end of the bargain."
Yami frowned, "What are you talking about, shadows?" Yami inquired. The term sounded vaguely familiar to him from his research on magic in Ancient Egypt but he wasn't certain what the term meant precisely. Pharaoh grinned, "The shadows," he paused briefly to lift up a hand which Yami was shocked to see glow a purplish black. No, that wasn't quite right, the Pharaoh was holding something in his palm. Something that was moving. "Are the source of all magic. They can summon beings of darkness, and manipulate the fabric of reality. They are the ones who ensure all terms are upheld as well as the game is played fairly. To cheat is to forfeit your very soul." Pharaoh calmly explained.
Yami immediately nodded his consent. He really didn't have anything to lose and this was his only way out of this mess. It was either win and escape this hellhole where he will run through the desert seeking the first plane back home or do nothing and end up raped on the stone floor alone with a monster here in the dark with apparently no one to hear him scream. He needed to take this chance. For some reason the Ishtars had clearly left him with this monster. He intended to ask them what the fuck they were playing at if and when he ever saw them again. "Like I said, game on. What are the rules?" Yami said.
Pharaoh grinned as he slowly climbed off of Yami and walked towards the far side of the room, towards the golden sarcophagus that Yami had not even noticed when he'd first awoken. "The game is simple. Be the last one standing." Pharaoh explained once he had reached the other side of the room. "I would prepare myself if I were you wife for I have never lost a game. I don't intend to start now." Pharaoh taunted.
Yami glared at the Pharaoh, rising to his feet as well, "That overconfidence is going to be your downfall. I can guarantee that you will lose." Yami growled. He absolutely had to win. Losing was not an option. As his grandfather often used to say a real gamer performs when the chips are down and everything is on the line. Yami didn't think there could be more on the line than there was right now.
Pharaoh nodded his head in acknowledgement, "We shall see. Game start."
The room the two were standing in vanished before Yami's eyes. They now appeared to be standing over a coliseum of some kind although the physical arena was far below them. Yami saw that his feet were perched on the outstretched hand of a giant Obelisk the Tormentor. Across the arena he saw Pharaoh was standing on an identical Obelisk's outstretched hand. "The object," Pharaoh called out across the arena, "is to knock your opponent to the ground. The Obelisk statues we are standing on we control with our minds." Pharaoh explained.
Yami nodded, he could do this. He made his obelisk charge forward intending to end this fight quickly before the Pharaoh had a chance to attack. Obelisk charged as quickly as it was able only to run into nothing as the defending Obelisk merely stepped aside. Obelisk quickly stopped as the stone knees collided with the stone boundary of the arena. "Balance, balance balance." Yami yelled as he fought to keep the statue upright. He managed it, but only barely.
Once Yami's Obelisk had straightened back up he heard Pharaohs laughter, "You do know if you were that eager to be in my bed you didn't have to challenge me to this game. I'd have gladly taken you my wife. I believe I had made that quite clear before."
Yami clenched his hand in a fist, "Shut up you sick bastard." Yami yelled as he had Obelisk charge again. Just like before his opponent neatly sidestepped the charging behemoth and yet again Yami was fighting for his balance. This wasn't working, he really needed to change his strategy.
"Are you thinking about it my wife? You got a mere taste before. This time it won't be my finger filling you." Pharaoh taunted. Yami clenched his fist as tightly as he could, there was no way that was ever going to happen. Not ever! Yami felt the beginning of panic bubble in his chest as his mind readily reminded him of exactly what Pharaoh was eluding to. He was not going to let this monster turn him into a victim. Yami had to end this and end this now. Yami had Obelisk charge again. All he had to do was have Obelisk connect and the game would be over. Pharaoh couldn't dodge forever.
Obelisk charged and again his opponent neatly sidestepped Yami's attack before launching one of his own. Yami was completely focused on keeping Obelisk upright that he missed his opponent moving behind him until he felt a large stone finger connecting with Yami's back, pinging him from his perch.
Yami fell for what seemed like miles before he landed on a soft surface. Yami glanced around him to see that the arena had vanished and he had landed in the middle of the bed he'd woke up on. Yami quickly went to scramble off the bed, only to find that he could not. He was able to go as far as the edge of the bed but no matter what he did he could not move off the bed.
"You did agree that you would not be leaving our bed for a week if you lost my wife." Pharaoh said from just beside the bed where Yami was still trying to find a way to get off the bed.
Yami turned and glared at him, anything to hide his sheer panic. "I didn't think you meant that literally. What about food? What about the bathroom?" Yami quickly asked.
Pharaoh chuckled as he slowly crawled up onto the bed, "I assure you my wife I will see that all of your needs are met. I will feed you as needed and there is a bedpan for you to use should you have the need. Now," Pharaoh pounced knocking the retreating Yami onto his back, pinning him beneath him, "I think time for playing around passed. You are mine." Pharaoh purred. Just like before when Pharaoh's slight weight settled upon his body Yami struggled like he had never struggled before. He also tried to shift his body so that he would be able dislodge the zombie. Nothing no matter what Yami did worked. If Yami didn't know better it was almost like this monster was being supernaturally aided. Then again after the game they had played that might very well be the case. So, not only was he trapped with a zombie he was trapped with a zombie who could apparently perform magic. Speaking of the game that gave Yami his final idea.
"Wait." Yami squeaked, "My Obelisk never hit the ground. I didn't lose the game." Yami said. Pharaoh chuckled as he settled his body fully upon Yami's, "The object as I told you at the start of the game was to be the last one standing. However, not once did I say it was the Obelisks who had to be knocked to the floor. The object was for us to remain upright which h you clearly failed to do. Now enough of this senseless prattle my wife. You need not be frightened I will be gentle with you."
Pharaoh leaned closer so Yami could feel Pharaohs breathe ghosting over the side of his face, "My name, wife, is Atemu, should you feel the need to cry out to me in ecstasy." Atemu purred before he pressed a kiss to the skin just below Yami's ear.
"Stop, please." Yami pleaded, he just wanted to get out of here. And once he did he was going to find Dr. Ishtar and demand to know why he got locked up with this amorous zombie, not to mention how he underwent some kind of sex change procedure. And once she answered those questions he was then going to punch her in the face.
Atemu lightly kissed down the side of Yami's neck before he began to nibble on the skin above Yami's pulse point. Atemu pulled back briefly to admire his first mark on his wife's skin. It would undoubtedly be the first of many. He slowly, deliberately exhaled over the moist skin delighting in the goosebumps that appeared as well as the slight hardening he could feel from the body beneath him. "You are so beautiful my beloved." He paused briefly to once again blow on moistened skin, "And so sensitive." Atemu purred.
Yami tried to ignore the feel of this things lips upon his skin but clearly his body was hyper aware of its every touch. He had never even been on a single date before and certainly never intimate. Despite the fact that he knew he had to get this zombie off him it certainly felt good. And his body was not hiding the fact that he was enjoying this things touch. Yami was startled when he felt the zombie kiss down and take one of his nipples into a warm mouth. Yami could not stop the groan that escaped his lips as his body continued to betray him under the tortuous ministrations of that talented mouth. "Stop it. Stop touching me." Yami muttered. He knew his objection sounded weak as his body was betraying him but it didn't matter. No matter how much his body enjoyed the attention he still did not want this monster touching him. And he was going to continue to tell him exactly that.
Atemu smirked around his wife's nipple as he continued to tease the pert bud with his tongue. The noises his wife was making were delicious. And they were just getting started. Atemu slowly released the bud from his lips, allowing his teeth to graze the sensitive nub ever so slightly eliciting another delicious groan from his wife. Atemu blew on the bud feeling the shivers of pleasure that wracked the pliant body beneath him. Atemu lazily kissed his way along his wife's chest before swallowing the other nipple.
Yami felt another groan slip from his lips as that talented tongue toyed with his nipple. His body felt like it was on fire but it was a good fire. Yami's hands buried themselves in Atemu's hair, his rebellious mind saying it was to push him away however the limbs themselves instead doing everything in their power to keep him right where he was. He felt his nipple again slip out of the others warm cavern before he let out a slow breathe. Yami really wished he would stop doing that since very time he did he felt his dick jump in response. "Stop it. Please, just stop." Yami pleaded.
Atemu smirked as he kissed his way back up his wife's chest, up his neck and onto his face. Given the way his wife had been responding he couldn't wait for the reaction to what he was planning. Atemu pressed a firm kiss to his wife's lips, slipping his tongue inside to dance and twirl swallowing the surprised groan as he did so. However, the deep kiss was only a distraction as his hand slowly slipped up Yami's thigh, only giving the lightest of touches before he reached the spot he had been aiming for. Atemu didn't really pay any mind to Yami's erection and instead slipped a finger deep into this wife's wet hole. Yami abruptly broke the kiss when he felt Atemu's finger inside him once again. Atemu lazily flexed and twirled his finger around inside Yami before starting to slide it out only to quickly push back inside, this time even deeper. Yami literally saw stars. What the hell is wrong with me? I want him to stop, why oh why is my body enjoying him touching me. This is wrong.
Atemu once again began to suckle on his wife's neck as he continued to tease Yami with his finger. He slipped his finger almost all the way out before thrusting back inside, this time with two fingers making Yami cry out his name for the first time. There was nothing hotter than hearing the breathless moan of his name from the man beneath him.
Yami literally thought he was going to explode from sheer pleasure. The feel of the fingers inside him were driving him wild. And Yami hated that. Truly hated the reactions his body was having and felt completely disgusted with himself. Unfortunately no matter how much he squirmed Atemu neither sped up nor pushed any deeper like Yami was craving. Then suddenly the damned fingers were gone. "Atemu" Yami whined, he had been so damn close. Yami was beyond disgusted with the way he was practically begging this monster. He sounded like a damn whore.
"Relax my dear." Atemu purred as he settled himself between Yami's thighs, "We have barely begun. That was just a taste my dear. The best part is yet to come." ATemu paused briefly and whispered right in Yami's ear, "Unless you want me to stop," before drawing the lobe into his mouth and Yami groaned once again. Yami did not bother dignifying that with even a thought of consideration. He knew full well this monster was not going to stop no matter what Yami said. And with that depressing thought in mind Yami decided he might as well give in. No matter what did said or did in the end this monster was going to win. The only consolation that Yami could come up with was that this was merely a battle that he was going to be losing. A devastating one yes, but just a battle. He was fighting a war and if surrendering now allowed him to ultimately win the war than that was what he was going to do. Let the monster think he won while Yami bided his time and plotted his eventual path to victory. And more importantly freedom.
"Atemu please." Yami moaned. His body was sensitive to even the slightest touch and right now he wanted Atemu to continue. At this very second Yami did not care Atemu looked like a zombie or that he was trapped in this room. Right now he wanted something only Atemu could give him even though Yami wasn't even sure what that was. He had never paid attention when women were discussed in health class, he probably should have.
"Please what Yami?" Atemu asked his voice tingued with amusement. He knew exactly what his wife wanted but he wanted to hear the man beneath him say it.
"Don't stop." Yami groaned, "Please, don't stop."
"As you wish my beloved wife." Atemu replied as he began to press his erection into Yami's tight heat. Yami clenched tightly onto Atemu's shoulders as he felt Atemu steadily inch deeper and deeper inside him. "Oh god." Yami groaned at the feeling of being stretched.
Atemu chuckled as he paused briefly, feeling the final barrier was before him. "I am your God my dear, please cry out to me." Yami had no warning before Atemu quickly thrust forward breaking that barrier and leaving him fully buried inside Yami.
"Atemu!" Yami yelled out in a mix of pain and pleasure, his nails digging into the flesh on Atemu's back. All Yami could feel right now was how deep Atemu was inside him. He honestly could not tell where he ended and Atemu began. And then Atemu began to move. Yami felt as Atemu slowly slipped almost out of him before pressing back inside with a deliberate snap of his hips. Yami groaned as the slow, steady thrusting was starting to drive him nuts. He needed more.
"Atemu, please stop teasing me." Yami moaned as Atemu once again lazily pushed back inside making him feel amazingly full. Atemu paused for a moment, making Yami groan in disappointment, "What would you like me to do beloved?" Atemu asked, his fingers idly teasing Yami's nipple making Yami clench down even tighter around him. Yami groaned. "Move." Yami hissed as he pushed his hips forward pressing Atemu further inside him. "Like this?" Atemu teased as he slowly thrust back inside making Yami whine.
"No. Go faster." Yami moaned, this slow pace was driving him mad. Atemu smirked, "Wrap your legs around me beloved." Yami immediately complied, anything to make Atemu stop teasing him. "I would brace myself if I were you." Atemu warned before he started harshly pounding into the body beneath him, the new position allowing him to thrust deeper inside his wife. Yami was literally seeing stars as Atemu hammered into him pressing Yami deeper into the feather mattress. Atemu found the sweetspot deep inside Yami which soon had Yami screaming his name over and over again in pure ecstasy. Atemu felt his own end nearing so began to thrust into Yami harder and faster than before making sure to find that spot that made Yami scream.
Once again Yami felt like he was literally going to explode. With his final and loudest scream of "Atemu" thus far Yami literally exploded as his orgasm hit him hard. Atemu felt Yami clench down tightly around him. Atemu pounded into Yami five more times before he released deep inside Yami, thrusting several more times as his seed spilled into Yami and his member slowly softend.
Yami slowly caught his breath as he came down from his orgasm and the feel of Atemu's seed filling him. Yami groaned when Atemu continued to thrust into him, "I'm not done with hearing you scream for me beloved. After all, this is our honeymoon." Atemu purred as he started another relentless pace that once again had Yami screaming.
Hours later and the zombie had finally climbed off of Yami and drifted off to sleep. Yami laid awake starring at the stone celing, his mind racing. His apparent sex change had been beyond any shadow of a doubt confirmed although how that even was possible was something Yami couldn't begin to guess. Mentally Yami was congratulating himself on getting through the whole 'coupling with the zombie' with his sanity relatively intact. Mentally by conceding Yami allowed himself to believe what had happened was in some way on his terms. He knew it wasn't but even having the illusion that he'd had any say in what happened allowed him to swallow what had happened easier. He was not a victim and refused to become one. He was a warrior and he was going to fight, claw or whatever he needed to so that he would be able to escape this place. For now he knew any escape attempts would not be able to be staged until at least a week a gone by because he could not physically leave the bed until then. That suited Yami just fine for now. A week to think of nothing other than escape while they zombie used his body he could put up with.
He didn't have a choice in the matter. And when the zombie was fucking him Yami just kept punching Dr. Ishtar in the face. Every thrust of the demon Yami drew his fist back and punched her again and again and again. Because what happened to him was her fault. And once Yami got out of here she was going to discover that Yami was not the forgiving one of the Motous.
Not at all.