Prompt 10 – Festival of Lovers – Different Setting

Inspired by: Yaminisu
Word count: 2060
Genres: Romance
Pairing: Atemu x Yami
Warnings: Mentioning of some goody lemon-stuff at the end, swearing, both Atemu and Yami being stubborn.

Sidenote: Yes, in this story the festival is called "The Festival of Lovers". Yaminisu shared her idea with me on the prompt-idea from yesterday and it kind-of called out to me to write it out as well. It stands on it's own, it's just a different view on the prompt idea, that's all.

Enjoy!

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Interrupted from his studying by the festive sounds from outside, Yami groaned loud and hit his head atop the book he'd been staring at. Damn it, his mind provided, before he rose up and closed the window perhaps a little too harsh. It didn't break, but the pale man winced slightly nonetheless, before stretching and heading back towards the pile of books atop of his desk. He had better things to do than listen to festive people crossing the streets... his exams were next week and if he wanted to pass, he'd better study.

For a moment it was silent and Yami's crimson eyes returned to the anatomy diagrams upon the pages before him. He whispered to himself as he tried to name every bone the skeleton was made of, smiling a little when he got nearly all of them right. His peace and quiet was disturbed however, when his phone buzzed. Damn it twice, his mind chastised and Yami had to agree. On an evening of this, one did not forget to turn off his phone. Grasping the device, he ignored the message, before silencing it completely. Sighing loud as the festive sounds from outside bloomed up once more, Yami cursed the new crowd of feasting people walking in front of the library. Desperate, Yami gathered the book he'd been reading and his phone to turn on the flash light, before leaving the room. He surely allowed other people to celebrate the Festival of Lovers, but he really really had some studying to do. It didn't matter everyone had already tried to get him to go, his mother even telling him the story he had loved when he was a child.

It was said that, long ago, the Goddess of Love had grown tired of watching her people live loveless lives. She had grown tired of their concerns with duty and class, so, Hathor had fled the realm of the Gods to spent three glorious days among mankind. In those three days, she had taught man the importance of love, which was why the Festival was born. Since the divine occurrence, the Kingdom practically shut down and everyone focused on one thing and one thing only: love. If you had someone, you treasured them. If you had no one, you would find someone. No matter the pushing and pulling from his parents, the nineteen-year-old wouldn't go. Yami was happy alone, he didn't need someone, especially not now he had big exams coming up. Being alone another year, what was the big deal? Even if it meant his parents thought he was just shy, he didn't need someone. The thought of being shy made Yami snort, he was not shy, by all means. His mother could ask Atemu for reference, if ever necessary.

Settling himself in the dark corner he'd found years ago, he pointed the flash light towards the book and stared at the diagram. When he was sure it was really quiet, he began whispering to himself again. Time and time again, just to make sure he had everything right. All the bones, all the muscles, all the nerves and then back again to the skeleton. Rubbing his face when he nearly dropped his phone because his eyes were sliding shut, Yami sighed loud. What was the time? Stretching his cramped back and neck slightly, he knew it had to be late. Staring at the page again, the words were blurred and he realised he was too tired. His eyes sliding shut again, he knew he wouldn't even be able to point out the clavicle. Even if he wanted to, he'd miss.

Closing the book and getting up slowly, his muscles cramping and his bones creaking, he knew it had been a really bad idea to sit in his dark spot for so long. He would be sore all over tomorrow and he had himself to blame for it. No harm done really, a few hours of sleep and he would be able to come back to study some more. He slowly made his way downstairs to the lobby, just in case someone was waiting for him. He could see his friends eagerly dragging him to the party, though it was very late and they'd probably gone by themselves already. Too bad he had to take the long way home now, considering everyone in the square would be too busy making a mockery of concepts of public decency... He really didn't want to see that.

He stepped outside the library, making sure he heard the lock fall in its place, before he allowed the cool breeze of the crisp spring air to revitalize his senses.

"About damn time. Too much longer and I would have stormed the library". Yami snapped his eyes open and whipped his head around to see his almost identical doppelgänger leaning casually against the brick building. His rose-red eyes locked onto Yami and for a moment they went between the pale man and the door.

"Since when do you pick locks?", he asked with a smirk, but that received him a roll of crimson eyes.

"Not your concern Atemu", he said, before he turned to head home, "I'm tired and want nothing more than to crawl in bed and sleep". With a soft growl, Atemu sprang away from the wall and quickly cut Yami off.

"I have been standing here, waiting for you, going on six hours. I think that makes my intentions pretty clear", the tanned man said, blocking Yami again when the latter tried to walk around him. Yami snorted.

"No, it makes you stubborn and an idiot. Atemu, let me pass", Yami countered as he tried to walk around Atemu another way. The tanned man wouldn't let him and Yami sighed loud.

"I have been waiting out here for you to join me", Atemu said pointedly. Yami groaned, he was way too tired for this.

"Well, you've seen me. Now, go back to the festivities. I'm sure a handsome man like you will have to beat everyone away with a stick", Yami replied, though Atemu didn't move.

"I told you, many times before, I have made my choice. You've stood me up twice, but this year I'm not letting you blow me off. Yami, I want to go to the festival with you, like we used to", Atemu said, almost pleadingly, and Yami closed his eyes slowly. He couldn't... do that to Atemu. Not again. It was true they had gone before, they'd actually been very good together if Yami had had a say in it, but... things had changed. Atemu was the picture perfect Adonis, the sports star of every school and the young man training to be an officer in the military. Yami was the kid crouched in the corner of the library, the science geek who had a thing for bloody documentaries and the young man who aspired to become a doctor.

"You always have something going on, but damn it Yami, I love you! I've been in love with you for years and I never stopped loving you. Not even after you broke up with me, because you thought we didn't fit! We were perfect, I won't let you throw that away!" Yami sighed softly as he leaned against the wall. He'd be lying if he said he didn't still love Atemu. He did still love him, Hell, everyone with a pulse would love Atemu in a heartbeat. Yet, he'd thrown all of that away.

Why? He never really understood his own motives. People had been talking... he'd been blamed to be a shame upon Atemu's spotless history sheets... his mother had tried to push him towards girls, he'd been so tired and distraught at everything and everyone, he'd hurt Atemu the most.

The tanned man took a tentative step closer. With Yami finally shut up, he dared it. Crimson eyes looked at him, sad and broken, yet they were still beautiful and he loved gazing into them. Yami took a shuddering breath, his resolve crumbling as he could smell Atemu's scent and it brought back memories.

"Why? Why do you still try? Why is now the final straw?", Yami asked softly.

"Because I'll graduate from officers training school next month", Atemu answered and Yami smiled. Atemu had done it. He'd even skipped a class to become officer as quickly as he could. "I want you there beside me when I do", the tanned man continued and Yami looked at him.

"When I graduate, they'll give me an assignment... I want you to be there when I get home, Yami. Damn it, I've loved you since I was eight! I looked at you and knew I was looking at the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I know you think we don't fit, but we do and I'm tired of watching our friends find love while I continue to wait for you to finally notice I still exist!", Atemu pleaded. Yami still stared at him.

"I broke your heart", he whispered ever so softly. Atemu was close, so very close. Gently, his tanned warm hand touched Yami's cheeks and Atemu was glad the other man didn't flinch away from him.

"Perhaps... or you only made me fight for you more. Please... give me another chance? Join me for the festival. I promise, you won't regret it. I'll show you we are perfect". A small tender smile curled Yami's lips as he couldn't believe his ears. He had been forgiven, Atemu wasn't angry... Gently he took Atemu's hand.

"Only if you give me another chance", he whispered in return and Atemu grinned. He pulled Yami from the wall, only to drag him down the streets and towards the festivities. Yami hadn't need to ask.

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Watching Atemu sleep, listening to him snore softly... Yami realised he had missed that more than anything. Gently he kissed the tanned chest, teased the nipple with his tongue closest to his lips and he chuckled softly when Atemu moaned softly and twitched in his sleep.

Studying had never been so pleasant before, he could still point out all of Atemu's pleasuring spots and the tanned man was the perfect subject to study at all times. Yami smiled as he let his hand stroke Atemu's stomach, feeling the muscles beneath his palm and he smiled. Atemu had studied hard too. He nearly purred when Atemu trembled ever so slightly, his breath hitching before he whispered another moan. Yami pursed his lips a little, his fingers tracing Atemu's skin delicately, there was a new scar which he found interesting, because if he licked it just so...

Yami chuckled again when Atemu groaned and twitched, his knee coming up slightly underneath the sheets. It was a new spot, but Yami loved the results. "What are you doing?", Atemu croaked softly and Yami looked at half-lidded rose-red eyes.

"Studying", Yami replied teasingly, before he yelped as Atemu turned their positions and neatly settled himself between pale legs. Yami pouted as he was pressed to the mattress, though it curled his toes to feel Atemu against him again. Gods, he had missed this the most. How could he have ever been so stupid?

"Didn't you have enough last night?", he questioned, his hands sliding up strong arms, until he could gently massage Atemu's shoulders. A smirk played on tanned lips.

"I told you, you wouldn't regret it", was the reply and Yami snorted softly. Gently, Atemu rubbed his nose against Yami's. "You didn't, did you?" Crimson eyes locked with Atemu's and Yami kissed the tanned man leaning atop of him.

"No, I didn't. You just made me realise how stupid I was, but thank you for forgiving me", Yami replied and Atemu smiled.

"Always", he whispered lovingly, shifting his hips ever so slightly to create that lovely twitch Yami could do against him. Yami squeezed his shoulders a little, curling his toes some more to get himself grounded. He glared playfully.

"Really? Not enough?", he asked. Atemu chuckled softly, smirking predatory-like.

"Maybe I just like the feels of being between your legs", he answered, followed by another shift and pale legs came up to touch his hips.

"Though I rather have your feet press in my back, really, as you scream".

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I hope you enjoyed reading this piece as well! Atemu is such a pervert, but we still love him. Thanks Yaminisu for the idea!