The young pharaoh was caving fast. The memory of his father was attached to this boy. And though the implications of what was going to happen didn't exactly go hand in hand with his new expectations, he was so overwhelmingly comforted by the ethereal contact- the kindness- that he decided to gamble against his instincts, and push them aside to make room for this alluring stranger.

"What… are you going to do?" He asked mindlessly, surprisingly not all that expectant of an answer.
"Be gentle." was the reply, as the other softly slid his hands to the backs of Atem's thighs and lifted him; using the wall to keep him upright.

Atem was fearless as a child, and he was fearless now, he reminded himself; growing incredibly excited by the newness of his situation. His concerns began to fade to a state in which all he cared about was feeling good again. Then a thought struck him.

"If-if we do this, no one will know?"
"No one will know." The boy echoed in a deep but assuring voice.

The dexterous, but perfectly opaque hands of the spirit gripped madly to hold the pharaoh in place, his firm fingertips making the flesh dimple as they pressed down. However, Atem was strangely delighted by the feeling of this calm, overpowering feeling.

"That's good." He panted, smiling as he exhaled and issuing his consent with it.

Confident he had the other's interest, the puzzle-dwelling doppelgänger began to kiss and nip his way over each perimeter of exposed skin; collar bones, shoulders, jawline, even fighting hands that sought to grip fabric and tensed arm muscles received feverish attention.

Just by the mere induction to the feeling of those clever lips, Atem was left breathless. It had been plenty enough to arouse him, and he was already having to arrest his upper half as he hung limply over the other's shoulders, still mewling and murmuring as he felt a firm and deliberate force opposing the strength of his erection. However, since neither force would give, Atem resulted in regaining some vigour and crying delightedly as he felt the friction.

He gripped the back of the other's top to try and aid himself with his technique of climbing then descending so that the friction continued.
"Impatient, my little king. Perhaps I've been too docile." He heard the voice; silky but sickeningly patronising.
"You ought to… try harder… you underestimate… my limits." Atem growled, continuing to grind against the ridged torso and begirding the thinly clothed shoulder with his teeth.

The spirit barely responded; offering little more than an unseen smirk as the demanding pharaoh started to get rough.
"You're not my first… you know." He added, growing furious that the spirit still wasn't doing much to relieve him. "I thought you were… going to be different- DO SOMETHING!" He snapped, growing desperate and petty with agitation.
The other chuckled.
"Alright…"

000

Sliding his hand past Atem's undergarment, he moved to cup the now exposed backside. "You're trying to disguise how powerless you truly are right now." He taunted in a low tone as his tongue reached out, licking the shell of the Pharaoh's ear.

"That's no-" his protest was interrupted by the painfully slow movements of the talented tongue that continued to slide down his neck only to be replaced by the stranger's hot mouth nipping at his delicate skin.

He tried to contain his cries by pressing his lips together. Defiant; he turned his face away not allowing it to be seen. However, in doing so he had given his dark self better access to continue his sweet torture of teasing his sensitive flesh.

"You're not giving in as easily as I thought you would." The other spoke in between kisses. His hand still continued to move over the area of Atem's backside and thigh. His thumb stroking in circular motions each time.
"Y-you thought wrong. I bow to no one."

Despite his shaky words and harsh breaths, the king remained determined to not show this person he was easily toyed with. However, he wasn't going to admit that secretly giving up control had its advantages. Particularly at this moment where he craved release.

Another laugh was emitted before the stranger hummed amusingly. "Ah but of course, other me. I do love when you challenge my authority."
Before Atem could question what he meant, he felt the hand slip between his legs to hold him. Hissing through gritted teeth, the Pharaoh was finding it harder to keep his moans from escaping.

His hips bucked expectantly at the touch as his arousal throbbed with need.
"Say it." The dark voice murmured against him.
He wanted Atem to beg for it. Wanted him to admit he craved more in desperation to feel pleasure.

"I won't!" He cried, burying his face into the neck of his tormentor.
He wanted it, but his pride would not allow him to act in such a way. He bit down on the soft flesh of his neck in an attempt to show dominance. Rolling his tongue over the fresh marks.

He felt his other self shudder and tense. A harsh intake of breath was heard before he made his move to tug the cloth that contained Atem.
"If that's how you want it." He responded with a bitter tone, pulling the robes down roughly. He was still holding Atem against the wall with his own body.

Keeping his leg raised around his waist, he pushed against the king as he earned a low moan at the much desired friction. Holding his backside, he moved his own hips in deliberately slow movements as pulled Atem up into a fierce kiss.

Tugging at the bruised lips with his own, he continued to grind against a bare Pharaoh with his own clothed erection. He felt Atem try to pull away as he swallowed his moans. He was proving how easily his other self was falling apart at his actions.

He allowed him to pull away for some much needed air. Never ceasing his actions for a moment. He dared to look Atem in the eyes and smirk devilishly as he panted, staring back with half lidded eyes.
"Still resisting?"

000

Atem didn't want to even consider the fact that he was thoroughly enjoying this, but the familiar thrill of an oncoming apex spotted his vision, and despite his stubbornness, he was nearly ready to succumb. He almost certainly did when he felt his bruising thighs being gripped again and his bare back met with the cold brickwork. He let out an aggressive gasp and bared his teeth, but it was all part of his bravado. A bravado which crumbled almost instantly once his other self whipped down and sheathed him entirely.

"Dammit!" Atem groaned, fisting one hand in the other's hair and pushing down on his muscular shoulder with the other. "Dammit…" He seethed, cinching his jaw and willing his legs to stop trembling. But the hand that was flat underneath his thigh, lifting it forcefully over a shoulder, was in a very unfortunate place for the king, and it ventured just a little too far between his legs.

Atem couldn't make any words to counter that movement, and instead resorted to strained pants and meaningless grumbling. He was sure to assert what little authority he still had by tightening his grip; twining the familiar ombré locks between his fingers.
"Bastard." He snarled with a sadistic kind of glee as he felt a steady drag of a rigid set of teeth. They slid along the taught skin, back and forth until eventually Atem's feverish jerking and groping and growling ceased. His body stilled to a perfect fermata before he groaned and released with a shudder.

A deep chuckle reminded him that he had lost his resolve though, and he leaned back breathlessly on the wall.
"Your stamina is impressive." The other said with a disgusting amount of confidence; looking as though he had never even been between the other man's legs, teasing him till he craved mercy.

The taller of the two rose then and stepped back, but advanced swiftly when his king slumped without support. He swept him up like a frail maiden and cradled him- as if it wasn't enough that he had taken his release.
"Let's not forget… Who was the one… on their knees…" Atem panted, begrudgingly blissful in the embrace as they began to move steadily.
"Naturally. You are my king, after all." He said with no shame at all.

The drowsy pharaoh tutted, but felt a strange kind of peace now. The spirit had been tough by demand, but he hadn't been threatening- despite his obvious attitude, Atem felt a little more trusting.
"Anyway, spirit." Atem piped up again, "I still don't have your name."

The other chuckled and halted, placing the pharaoh on a stone table. Suddenly, his surroundings, including his other-self, began to fade until eventually he felt the familiar softness of his own bed beneath him.
"You can call me… Yugi." The voice remained.

"Yugi…" Atem echoed, closing his eyes with the memory of that face as sleep was the one to claim him next.