Silver Lily: Lime-aid, anyone?
Yami Yugi: O, I'll take some!
Jade: Dirty pharaoh. . .
Silver Lily: Here it is everyone. . . the eagerly awaited end to the evil cliffie I left for you. . . enjoy. *giggles*
No, I don't own Yu Gi Oh! either. I'd probably get in a lot of trouble with Kids WB if I did.
Sunstone
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It is here, in the first ring of Hell, that the lustful and the submitters to the pleasures of flesh reside. Speak easy to them, as they are in misery, ever searching for the peace that they cannot have. . .
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The young slave sat on the oversized bed, starring wildly at the one who had just walked in. The king's deep purple eyes, ever calculating and ever formulating, analyzing and observing, bore down intently upon his china doll replica. They weren't calculating right now. They weren't meticulously scanning every detail around him. They were fixated, a fire raging in them has a fire has never raged before on earth or the Christian Hell. It sent delightful shivers down the slave's spine.
Slowly, deliberately, he advanced to bed. Feline grace etched in every curve, yet strong as the mighty Osiris. Few candles illuminated the now dark chamber, each beam cascading over the sensuously tanned skin. 'Oh, gods', the little one thought. 'Look at him. Just look at him! He's beautiful. It's no wonder they call him a god, the Morning Star, the revered one and Messiah of his people.'
This creature with unearthly grace, regality and stamina placed himself directly at the bed's edge, ever so slowly bending down closer and closer to his look-alike. An eternity seemed to ensue, practically painful to the pharaoh. He _wanted_ this one. _ Badly _. He had wanted to hold and stroke the thick, velvety tresses since the moment he laid eyes on him. But he couldn't. Though he would never admit it, probably even to himself, he was afraid that the boy would plead and beg him to not touch him, that he would scream in agony if he were to be forced upon.
And if the pharaoh weren't in his induced state as he was now, he would still be thinking that. Obviously, however, this wasn't the case.
Finally, the painful gap between the two of them was closed as the pharaoh laid himself down upon the young slave, nuzzling the hollow of his neck. The smell that bombarded his sent receptors was something he couldn't quite place. Vanilla, perhaps, and maybe something else abit more exotic.
The slave felt kisses rain over his flesh, warm and soft. Even if he had wanted to, he knew there was no fighting this. Ever. And besides, he didn't want to. The kisses moved to his jaw-line, then his cheek bone, nose and forehead.
The little one held tightly to the king's shoulders. This wasn't enough. Apparently, that was all the encouragement the pharaoh needed.
He pressed his lips hungrily against the young slave, and tiny bolts of lighting ensued. His flesh tingled with an incredible sensation, his senses teeming with excitement. He didn't have to ask for entrance, he was readily accepted. Velvet tongue memorizing ever crevice of the sweat, warm cavern.
The kiss ended just as quickly, and the slave whimpered in response.
The pharaoh was breathing heavily in anticipation, but he had to know something. He placed his lips at the little one's ear and whispered in a husky voice. "What is your name?" The hot breath tickled.
"Why?"
Yu Gi Oh never asked until now, believing that if he knew, it would only cause them to become that much closer.
In his reply, each word was dripping with emotion, each syllable precisely and explicitly discernable from the other. "Because I want to know what to scream."
The slave moaned softly at thinking of what was to come, shivering with the response.
"I-I don't have a name."
The morning star stopped for a moment, deep in thought. "Yuugi," he breathed.
That was all the more talk that he wanted.
His mouth, his lips, his tongue became a tool as he worked his way down the delicate, smooth flesh, clothes falling in its wake.
The slave, who now had a name, gave himself over completely to his king and master. Soft and yet strong hands roamed his body, moving ever further down. He hadn't noticed that neither of them wore clothes anymore.
He felt his legs moved open, and felt himself become engulfed inside of that delicious cavern that belonged to the pharaoh. He cried out in delight.
Shivers ran all over him, goose bumps frenzying on his skin.
Yu Gi Oh looked up, spotting a couple of bottles of scented oil on the bedside table. He moved closer to it, picked one up and smelt it. Yes, this one will do nicely.
"Don't stop," Yuugi pleaded.
The pharaoh grinned, sticking his fingers into the bottle. "Oh, the evening is far from over. . .
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Selene carefully pushed open the doors of the pharaoh's chambers as quietly as she could, plate of food in hand. As she suspected, the two inside were still very sound asleep.
She walked in, softly closing the door behind her. She ginned to herself, seeing her good friend firmly placed on top of his smaller self, arm wrapped possessively around the shoulder that he couldn't sleep on top of. His face was nuzzled happily into the silky hair of the slave.
The little one, on the other hand, was safely nestled beneath the king of Thebes, contentedly in blissful sleep.
As much as she hated to disturb them, they needed to eat something. It was noon, for goodness sake.
She placed the tray on the bed side table and seated herself on the edge of the bed. She placed a hand on Yu Gi Oh's shoulder, gently rousing him.
"Yu Gi Oh, wake up. You need to eat something."
He moaned, tightening his already strong death grip on the young one next to him. "Go back to sleep, Yuugi."
So, that's what he finally named him. 'Finally!" Selene thought.
Yuugi groaned, moving his face closer to the morning star's chest. "Hmm," he mumbled.
"Yu Gi Oh," Selene tried again.
Now his violet eyes opened, a murderous glare behind them. Couldn't she find one day to leave him? Did he _always_ have to go to his duties? Didn't he get at lest one day a year when he could have some peace?
"Wake up Yu Gi Oh, I brought food for the two of you. I moved all of your appointments back until tomorrow, too."
The king looked at her gratefully, shameful at his previous thought. "Thank you," he whispered.
"You're welcome," she mouthed back. "A bath has been poured for you, too, when you're ready."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Yu Gi Oh ran the wet sponge over Yuugi's bare chest, thick with soap. The food that the silver-haired advisor had brought was absolutely delicious, and none of the wine was tainted as it had been the night before.
The slave sighed, leaning in to the taller's embrace. The bath water was blessedly warm and comforting to his sore abdomen, hips and spine.
"Feeling better, little one?"
"A little."
The two of them had spent the whole afternoon talking to each other about anything and everything that came across their minds. Yuugi knew very little about the world around him, so little memory for him to fall back on. The pharaoh was only too happy to explain things to him.
He told of his daily duties, to the history of his staff of advisors, right down to his own childhood and what his parents were like.
Yu Gi Oh stood up and got out of the tub, grabbing a towel for himself and Yuugi.
The young slave tried to stand, but the pain shot up through his back like an angry arrow again. The king supported him out of the water and into the bedroom.
"It still hurts," he said.
"I know, little one. Stay here for a moment." Yu Gi Oh placed him on the bed and went to the door, peaking out from behind it. Just as he thought, there were two medjai standing guard outside.
"Send word for Selene to come," he said.
The white-garbed male on the right nodded, heading of down the hall.
It wasn't long until the advisor stood in his room, waiting for him to tell her what was wrong.
"Selene, you're the best healer that is here. Please, can you ease his pain a bit? It's not a direct wound, but just an immense soreness, most healers couldn't place it like fatal wounds."
She nodded her head, suppressing her smile. "Of course, my liege. I'll help."
She sat down on the bed next to Yuugi and helped him to roll onto his stomach.
"This will probably tickle a little, bit it won't be for long."
He nodded.
Selene placed her hands two to three finger widths from the small one's hips, concentrating with closed eyes. A soft gold light emanated forth. Then she proceeded to move her fingers above his spine, allowing the energies to flow forth.
Yuugi felt an immediate relief, and sighed. It tickled a little, yes, but in overall actuality it felt rather good. Comforting and relaxing.
Suddenly the golden warmth left, and Yuugi sat up with great ease. "Thank you," he said gratefully. "It wasn't so bad after the first time, but it was the next two that seemed to really make me sore."
Her blue-gray eyes whirled around and landed on the king of Thebes. "Three," she mouthed.
He blushed, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. Selene didn't say anything, but nodded, sending him a mental reply that he would get _no_ more outside help from a mysterious bottle of oddly labeled wine.
"If you need me, dear heart, you know where I am."
He nodded in thank you, and saw her off out the chamber doors.
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Silver Lily: Well, there is just about as much fluff as I can stuff in to one chapter. Hope you liked! Please R&R, and next time- Yu Gi Oh and the rest of Egypt prepare for the Mesore. What happens afterwards, and what is it that the apprentice foresees? Wait till then. . .
Yami Yugi: O, I'll take some!
Jade: Dirty pharaoh. . .
Silver Lily: Here it is everyone. . . the eagerly awaited end to the evil cliffie I left for you. . . enjoy. *giggles*
No, I don't own Yu Gi Oh! either. I'd probably get in a lot of trouble with Kids WB if I did.
Sunstone
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It is here, in the first ring of Hell, that the lustful and the submitters to the pleasures of flesh reside. Speak easy to them, as they are in misery, ever searching for the peace that they cannot have. . .
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The young slave sat on the oversized bed, starring wildly at the one who had just walked in. The king's deep purple eyes, ever calculating and ever formulating, analyzing and observing, bore down intently upon his china doll replica. They weren't calculating right now. They weren't meticulously scanning every detail around him. They were fixated, a fire raging in them has a fire has never raged before on earth or the Christian Hell. It sent delightful shivers down the slave's spine.
Slowly, deliberately, he advanced to bed. Feline grace etched in every curve, yet strong as the mighty Osiris. Few candles illuminated the now dark chamber, each beam cascading over the sensuously tanned skin. 'Oh, gods', the little one thought. 'Look at him. Just look at him! He's beautiful. It's no wonder they call him a god, the Morning Star, the revered one and Messiah of his people.'
This creature with unearthly grace, regality and stamina placed himself directly at the bed's edge, ever so slowly bending down closer and closer to his look-alike. An eternity seemed to ensue, practically painful to the pharaoh. He _wanted_ this one. _ Badly _. He had wanted to hold and stroke the thick, velvety tresses since the moment he laid eyes on him. But he couldn't. Though he would never admit it, probably even to himself, he was afraid that the boy would plead and beg him to not touch him, that he would scream in agony if he were to be forced upon.
And if the pharaoh weren't in his induced state as he was now, he would still be thinking that. Obviously, however, this wasn't the case.
Finally, the painful gap between the two of them was closed as the pharaoh laid himself down upon the young slave, nuzzling the hollow of his neck. The smell that bombarded his sent receptors was something he couldn't quite place. Vanilla, perhaps, and maybe something else abit more exotic.
The slave felt kisses rain over his flesh, warm and soft. Even if he had wanted to, he knew there was no fighting this. Ever. And besides, he didn't want to. The kisses moved to his jaw-line, then his cheek bone, nose and forehead.
The little one held tightly to the king's shoulders. This wasn't enough. Apparently, that was all the encouragement the pharaoh needed.
He pressed his lips hungrily against the young slave, and tiny bolts of lighting ensued. His flesh tingled with an incredible sensation, his senses teeming with excitement. He didn't have to ask for entrance, he was readily accepted. Velvet tongue memorizing ever crevice of the sweat, warm cavern.
The kiss ended just as quickly, and the slave whimpered in response.
The pharaoh was breathing heavily in anticipation, but he had to know something. He placed his lips at the little one's ear and whispered in a husky voice. "What is your name?" The hot breath tickled.
"Why?"
Yu Gi Oh never asked until now, believing that if he knew, it would only cause them to become that much closer.
In his reply, each word was dripping with emotion, each syllable precisely and explicitly discernable from the other. "Because I want to know what to scream."
The slave moaned softly at thinking of what was to come, shivering with the response.
"I-I don't have a name."
The morning star stopped for a moment, deep in thought. "Yuugi," he breathed.
That was all the more talk that he wanted.
His mouth, his lips, his tongue became a tool as he worked his way down the delicate, smooth flesh, clothes falling in its wake.
The slave, who now had a name, gave himself over completely to his king and master. Soft and yet strong hands roamed his body, moving ever further down. He hadn't noticed that neither of them wore clothes anymore.
He felt his legs moved open, and felt himself become engulfed inside of that delicious cavern that belonged to the pharaoh. He cried out in delight.
Shivers ran all over him, goose bumps frenzying on his skin.
Yu Gi Oh looked up, spotting a couple of bottles of scented oil on the bedside table. He moved closer to it, picked one up and smelt it. Yes, this one will do nicely.
"Don't stop," Yuugi pleaded.
The pharaoh grinned, sticking his fingers into the bottle. "Oh, the evening is far from over. . .
* * * * * * * * * * *
Selene carefully pushed open the doors of the pharaoh's chambers as quietly as she could, plate of food in hand. As she suspected, the two inside were still very sound asleep.
She walked in, softly closing the door behind her. She ginned to herself, seeing her good friend firmly placed on top of his smaller self, arm wrapped possessively around the shoulder that he couldn't sleep on top of. His face was nuzzled happily into the silky hair of the slave.
The little one, on the other hand, was safely nestled beneath the king of Thebes, contentedly in blissful sleep.
As much as she hated to disturb them, they needed to eat something. It was noon, for goodness sake.
She placed the tray on the bed side table and seated herself on the edge of the bed. She placed a hand on Yu Gi Oh's shoulder, gently rousing him.
"Yu Gi Oh, wake up. You need to eat something."
He moaned, tightening his already strong death grip on the young one next to him. "Go back to sleep, Yuugi."
So, that's what he finally named him. 'Finally!" Selene thought.
Yuugi groaned, moving his face closer to the morning star's chest. "Hmm," he mumbled.
"Yu Gi Oh," Selene tried again.
Now his violet eyes opened, a murderous glare behind them. Couldn't she find one day to leave him? Did he _always_ have to go to his duties? Didn't he get at lest one day a year when he could have some peace?
"Wake up Yu Gi Oh, I brought food for the two of you. I moved all of your appointments back until tomorrow, too."
The king looked at her gratefully, shameful at his previous thought. "Thank you," he whispered.
"You're welcome," she mouthed back. "A bath has been poured for you, too, when you're ready."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Yu Gi Oh ran the wet sponge over Yuugi's bare chest, thick with soap. The food that the silver-haired advisor had brought was absolutely delicious, and none of the wine was tainted as it had been the night before.
The slave sighed, leaning in to the taller's embrace. The bath water was blessedly warm and comforting to his sore abdomen, hips and spine.
"Feeling better, little one?"
"A little."
The two of them had spent the whole afternoon talking to each other about anything and everything that came across their minds. Yuugi knew very little about the world around him, so little memory for him to fall back on. The pharaoh was only too happy to explain things to him.
He told of his daily duties, to the history of his staff of advisors, right down to his own childhood and what his parents were like.
Yu Gi Oh stood up and got out of the tub, grabbing a towel for himself and Yuugi.
The young slave tried to stand, but the pain shot up through his back like an angry arrow again. The king supported him out of the water and into the bedroom.
"It still hurts," he said.
"I know, little one. Stay here for a moment." Yu Gi Oh placed him on the bed and went to the door, peaking out from behind it. Just as he thought, there were two medjai standing guard outside.
"Send word for Selene to come," he said.
The white-garbed male on the right nodded, heading of down the hall.
It wasn't long until the advisor stood in his room, waiting for him to tell her what was wrong.
"Selene, you're the best healer that is here. Please, can you ease his pain a bit? It's not a direct wound, but just an immense soreness, most healers couldn't place it like fatal wounds."
She nodded her head, suppressing her smile. "Of course, my liege. I'll help."
She sat down on the bed next to Yuugi and helped him to roll onto his stomach.
"This will probably tickle a little, bit it won't be for long."
He nodded.
Selene placed her hands two to three finger widths from the small one's hips, concentrating with closed eyes. A soft gold light emanated forth. Then she proceeded to move her fingers above his spine, allowing the energies to flow forth.
Yuugi felt an immediate relief, and sighed. It tickled a little, yes, but in overall actuality it felt rather good. Comforting and relaxing.
Suddenly the golden warmth left, and Yuugi sat up with great ease. "Thank you," he said gratefully. "It wasn't so bad after the first time, but it was the next two that seemed to really make me sore."
Her blue-gray eyes whirled around and landed on the king of Thebes. "Three," she mouthed.
He blushed, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. Selene didn't say anything, but nodded, sending him a mental reply that he would get _no_ more outside help from a mysterious bottle of oddly labeled wine.
"If you need me, dear heart, you know where I am."
He nodded in thank you, and saw her off out the chamber doors.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Silver Lily: Well, there is just about as much fluff as I can stuff in to one chapter. Hope you liked! Please R&R, and next time- Yu Gi Oh and the rest of Egypt prepare for the Mesore. What happens afterwards, and what is it that the apprentice foresees? Wait till then. . .