Hello again, oh faithful readers! (Those of you who actually bothered to show up! *snarls at the various turncoats*) I hope you're enjoying the story... now, on with my favourite chapter that I've written so far!
And thankyou to phoenixeye for correcting on Ma'at being a goddess! Domo arigatou!
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The sun had set seven times since the day Yami had met Yugi, and neither had seen eachother since. Yami had begun to wonder if it had all been a sweet dream - or a nightmare? - and Yugi had begun to give up all hope of even seeing the Pharaoh again, never mind what might have been.
Today was a particularly hot day, even by Egyptian standards. Thus Yami, who had already completed his pharaonic duties, was thirsty, sweaty and uncomfortable, as well as bored. Being Pharaoh really wasn't all it was cracked up to be sometimes.
"Hiroto… go to the kitchen and have someone bring me some grapes." Yami paused to decide. "I think I'll have some Grecian grapes today."
Hiroto bowed and briskly set off for the kitchen. Once out of the Pharaoh's sight, however, he slowed his pace. He wasn't enjoying the heat any more than anyone else, particularly under all his armour.
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In the kitchen, Hiroto looked round for a slave. He strode over and grabbed the first one he saw.
"You! Stop what you are you doing! The Pharaoh wishes you to bring him some grapes - and that is a direct order!"
The slave looked up at Hiroto anxiously. "What's the matter?" Hiroto spat. "Don't you know where they're kept?"
As the slave shook his head, Hiroto grabbed a gilt plate, shoved it into his hands and pushed him to a cupboard. "In there, on the far left." Hiroto smacked the slave across the back of the head. "And don't keep the Pharaoh waiting!"
The slave nodded and scurried to his new task.
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Yami looked up as a timid hand knocked at the door. He had retired to his chaise longue, as he preferred to eat grapes lying down. "Enter."
The door slowly opened, and the slave poked his head round it. It was all Yami could do to keep from leaping to his feet. "Yugi!" he whispered, sitting up slightly, the delight evident in his eyes. As the rest of Yugi appeared round the door, they both felt that same pull as before, like there was some ethereal force drawing them together.
As Yugi began making his way across the room, there came a sudden commotion from the courtyard, and Hiroto's voice was heard to exclaim "Bakura!" At this, Jou turned to face the Pharaoh, who nodded before Jou could ask his question. Jou bowed in gratitude before rushing off to aid his comrade, leaving Yami and Yugi alone in the room.
As Yugi crossed the room - which seemed to take an eternity - he gazed up at the Pharaoh with wide eyes. "We're both alone in the same room," he thought, utterly stunned that such an opportunity should ever come up. "Will I be able to drop a hint? …do I dare to?"
Yugi climbed the few steps to the chaise longue, and he noticed sweat glistening on Yami's toned body. Yugi blushed as his imagination raced, thinking about what - other than the heat - would make the Pharaoh sweat like that.
Yami had also noticed the shine on Yugi's body, and his imagination had also run riot. Unlike Yugi, however, his blood didn't rush to his face… it had other ideas.
Yami suddenly realised that Yugi was stood in front of him, almost trembling in fear. He sighed realising he had to help the little one relax. He swung his legs off the couch and sat up. Patting the space next to him, he said "Come, sit down."
Yugi looked at the space and realised it was only just big enough for him to fit in - his leg might even be resting against the Pharaoh's. Had he chosen that side on purpose?
Deciding it didn't matter, Yugi sat down as directed, trying to avoid touching the Pharaoh and only just avoiding sighing as he felt the warmth of the Pharaoh's leg and body against his. When Yami shuffled a little closer, Yugi - against his will - let out a shuddery breath, revealing his pleasure to Yami, who smiled inwardly. He, too, was enjoying the closeness, and words couldn't describe how happy he was that Yugi was also.
Yugi suddenly remembered why he was there, and looked down at the plate in front of him, trying to remember how that other slave had said he was supposed to do it.
'Just take the grapes off by the stalk, one at a time, and hold them by his mouth with the grape pointing toward him. He'll take it off himself; you just hold the stalk and put it back on the plate afterwards.'
Yugi delicately placed his thumb and forefinger around a stalk and plucked it off. Forcibly stopping his hand from shaking, Yugi held the grape up to the Pharaoh.
Yami, who had been waiting for an opportunity to drop a hint to Yugi, saw his chance. He leaned forward and gently wrapped his lips around the grape, allowing them to delicately brush against Yugi's soft fingers, closing his eyes as he did so. He felt his heart leap as he heard Yugi catch his breath.
As Yami closed his eyes, Yugi felt Yami's lips - rough, but gentle at the same time - brush against his fingertips, and felt his heart flutter. He realised his breath was stuck in his throat, and he forced himself to exhale. He felt Yami exhale at the same time, the Pharaoh's hot breath running through his fingers like the wind from a divine spirit's wings.
Yugi began to wonder how that exact metaphor had popped into his head, but was cut short as he felt the Pharaoh place a chaste kiss on his fingertips as he took the grape away. Yugi felt his whole hand tingling as he put the stalk down, and he realised that his heart was racing.
Yami hardly noticed the taste of the grape as he slowly chewed it, instead relishing the taste of Yugi on his lips. He opened one eye and grinned at Yugi roguishly. "You do that so well," he purred.
Yugi felt his whole face turn scarlet at this, totally unsure of how to react. Was the Pharaoh… flirting with him? As Yugi noticed the rise and fall of the Pharaoh's chest, the mighty Pharaoh clearly left breathless by something, he felt his breaths beginning to get heavier, and he licked the very bottom of his top lip. Suddenly realising what he doing, Yugi returned his attention to the plate on his lap.
His attention was taken again as he heard Yami ask "Would you like a grape… Yugi?"
Yugi blinked. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Was he being offered one of the Pharaoh's grapes… by the Pharaoh himself? Even the high priest wasn't allowed them! Yugi couldn't think of an answer, and instead stared intently at the plate, wishing he were anywhere else but in this predicament. Though, it had to be said, only half-heartedly wishing.
He suddenly realised that a hand adorned with three golden, bejewelled rings had reached across and was plucking a grape. "Go on…" Yami purred. "I'm giving you permission."
Yugi looked up at Yami, his eyes wide, and soon found a grape pressed up against his lips. He blinked again, and his attention was suddenly taken by Yami's eyes. Yami, who was applying very gentle pressure through the grape, gazed back at him, and they held the eye contact for - how long? Certainly not long enough, in either boy's opinion. Yugi felt his jaw dropping, and Yami slipped the grape in, caressing Yugi's lip with his finger as he did so.
Yami couldn't help himself. As he stared at Yugi, making eye contact, he knew he had to have him - and not just physically. Rebuking everything he'd ever heard from his family and advisors, he had fallen for a slave. Not just a commoner, but a slave - and he didn't care. It didn't matter. As he slipped the grape in, he ran one finger along Yugi's bottom lip, and was amazed at the softness of them. How could one who had spent so long on the streets and in the desert have such soft lips? Even silk seemed harsh in comparison.
Yami felt his jaw and lower lip quivering and, before he could stop himself, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against Yugi's, instantly feeling himself melt into a deep pool of pure ecstasy. He drew away, and saw Yugi was blushing again, though this time he didn't seem embarrassed… more shy, if the amazingly cute way he held his head was anything to go by.
Yugi had tried to lower his head after Yami had kissed him, not sure he could face the Pharaoh. No earthly substance could achieve the high Yugi had reached as the Pharaoh's lips had touched his, even for that half second, and Yugi knew he couldn't say anything to do justice to that. But at the same time, he couldn't take his eyes away. What he ended up with was his face downwards but his eyes rolled up, staring at the Pharaoh through the blonde hair that draped down his face. "Th… thankyou Pharaoh…"
"You're welcome… Yugi."
Yugi suddenly realised that that was the second time in a few minutes that the Pharaoh had called him by his name, and he felt like his heart was flying, such was his joy. He opened his mouth to say something else - what, he didn't know, but he had to say something - when Jou and Hiroto returned to the room.
Yami looked away from Yugi, the spell broken, and Yugi closed his mouth in disappointment.
Yami could tell by the looks on his guards' faces that they had failed - again - to capture Bakura, and he nodded, a grim look on his face.
He returned his attention to Yugi. "I am done eating now. You are free to resume your usual duties."
As Yugi stood, Yami brushed his elbow gently with his hand before addressing Hiroto and Jou. "In future, I wish for this slave - Yugi - to be the only one who brings me grapes. He certainly knows how to do his job."
Hiroto and Jou both bowed in response, and Yami waved his hand. "All three of you are dismissed."
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Note: You know those bed\couch things that egyptian royals and roman leaders are always portrayed relaxing on? THAT is a chaise longue! ^_^
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Wowwee!!! That was longer than I first thought! So what did you all think anyway? That was my first *real* effort at a proper fluffy chapter... how'd it go? Please let me know by clicking that purple button to the bottom left of your screen! ^_^
And thanks for reading!
And thankyou to phoenixeye for correcting on Ma'at being a goddess! Domo arigatou!
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The sun had set seven times since the day Yami had met Yugi, and neither had seen eachother since. Yami had begun to wonder if it had all been a sweet dream - or a nightmare? - and Yugi had begun to give up all hope of even seeing the Pharaoh again, never mind what might have been.
Today was a particularly hot day, even by Egyptian standards. Thus Yami, who had already completed his pharaonic duties, was thirsty, sweaty and uncomfortable, as well as bored. Being Pharaoh really wasn't all it was cracked up to be sometimes.
"Hiroto… go to the kitchen and have someone bring me some grapes." Yami paused to decide. "I think I'll have some Grecian grapes today."
Hiroto bowed and briskly set off for the kitchen. Once out of the Pharaoh's sight, however, he slowed his pace. He wasn't enjoying the heat any more than anyone else, particularly under all his armour.
*~*~*~*~*~*
In the kitchen, Hiroto looked round for a slave. He strode over and grabbed the first one he saw.
"You! Stop what you are you doing! The Pharaoh wishes you to bring him some grapes - and that is a direct order!"
The slave looked up at Hiroto anxiously. "What's the matter?" Hiroto spat. "Don't you know where they're kept?"
As the slave shook his head, Hiroto grabbed a gilt plate, shoved it into his hands and pushed him to a cupboard. "In there, on the far left." Hiroto smacked the slave across the back of the head. "And don't keep the Pharaoh waiting!"
The slave nodded and scurried to his new task.
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Yami looked up as a timid hand knocked at the door. He had retired to his chaise longue, as he preferred to eat grapes lying down. "Enter."
The door slowly opened, and the slave poked his head round it. It was all Yami could do to keep from leaping to his feet. "Yugi!" he whispered, sitting up slightly, the delight evident in his eyes. As the rest of Yugi appeared round the door, they both felt that same pull as before, like there was some ethereal force drawing them together.
As Yugi began making his way across the room, there came a sudden commotion from the courtyard, and Hiroto's voice was heard to exclaim "Bakura!" At this, Jou turned to face the Pharaoh, who nodded before Jou could ask his question. Jou bowed in gratitude before rushing off to aid his comrade, leaving Yami and Yugi alone in the room.
As Yugi crossed the room - which seemed to take an eternity - he gazed up at the Pharaoh with wide eyes. "We're both alone in the same room," he thought, utterly stunned that such an opportunity should ever come up. "Will I be able to drop a hint? …do I dare to?"
Yugi climbed the few steps to the chaise longue, and he noticed sweat glistening on Yami's toned body. Yugi blushed as his imagination raced, thinking about what - other than the heat - would make the Pharaoh sweat like that.
Yami had also noticed the shine on Yugi's body, and his imagination had also run riot. Unlike Yugi, however, his blood didn't rush to his face… it had other ideas.
Yami suddenly realised that Yugi was stood in front of him, almost trembling in fear. He sighed realising he had to help the little one relax. He swung his legs off the couch and sat up. Patting the space next to him, he said "Come, sit down."
Yugi looked at the space and realised it was only just big enough for him to fit in - his leg might even be resting against the Pharaoh's. Had he chosen that side on purpose?
Deciding it didn't matter, Yugi sat down as directed, trying to avoid touching the Pharaoh and only just avoiding sighing as he felt the warmth of the Pharaoh's leg and body against his. When Yami shuffled a little closer, Yugi - against his will - let out a shuddery breath, revealing his pleasure to Yami, who smiled inwardly. He, too, was enjoying the closeness, and words couldn't describe how happy he was that Yugi was also.
Yugi suddenly remembered why he was there, and looked down at the plate in front of him, trying to remember how that other slave had said he was supposed to do it.
'Just take the grapes off by the stalk, one at a time, and hold them by his mouth with the grape pointing toward him. He'll take it off himself; you just hold the stalk and put it back on the plate afterwards.'
Yugi delicately placed his thumb and forefinger around a stalk and plucked it off. Forcibly stopping his hand from shaking, Yugi held the grape up to the Pharaoh.
Yami, who had been waiting for an opportunity to drop a hint to Yugi, saw his chance. He leaned forward and gently wrapped his lips around the grape, allowing them to delicately brush against Yugi's soft fingers, closing his eyes as he did so. He felt his heart leap as he heard Yugi catch his breath.
As Yami closed his eyes, Yugi felt Yami's lips - rough, but gentle at the same time - brush against his fingertips, and felt his heart flutter. He realised his breath was stuck in his throat, and he forced himself to exhale. He felt Yami exhale at the same time, the Pharaoh's hot breath running through his fingers like the wind from a divine spirit's wings.
Yugi began to wonder how that exact metaphor had popped into his head, but was cut short as he felt the Pharaoh place a chaste kiss on his fingertips as he took the grape away. Yugi felt his whole hand tingling as he put the stalk down, and he realised that his heart was racing.
Yami hardly noticed the taste of the grape as he slowly chewed it, instead relishing the taste of Yugi on his lips. He opened one eye and grinned at Yugi roguishly. "You do that so well," he purred.
Yugi felt his whole face turn scarlet at this, totally unsure of how to react. Was the Pharaoh… flirting with him? As Yugi noticed the rise and fall of the Pharaoh's chest, the mighty Pharaoh clearly left breathless by something, he felt his breaths beginning to get heavier, and he licked the very bottom of his top lip. Suddenly realising what he doing, Yugi returned his attention to the plate on his lap.
His attention was taken again as he heard Yami ask "Would you like a grape… Yugi?"
Yugi blinked. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Was he being offered one of the Pharaoh's grapes… by the Pharaoh himself? Even the high priest wasn't allowed them! Yugi couldn't think of an answer, and instead stared intently at the plate, wishing he were anywhere else but in this predicament. Though, it had to be said, only half-heartedly wishing.
He suddenly realised that a hand adorned with three golden, bejewelled rings had reached across and was plucking a grape. "Go on…" Yami purred. "I'm giving you permission."
Yugi looked up at Yami, his eyes wide, and soon found a grape pressed up against his lips. He blinked again, and his attention was suddenly taken by Yami's eyes. Yami, who was applying very gentle pressure through the grape, gazed back at him, and they held the eye contact for - how long? Certainly not long enough, in either boy's opinion. Yugi felt his jaw dropping, and Yami slipped the grape in, caressing Yugi's lip with his finger as he did so.
Yami couldn't help himself. As he stared at Yugi, making eye contact, he knew he had to have him - and not just physically. Rebuking everything he'd ever heard from his family and advisors, he had fallen for a slave. Not just a commoner, but a slave - and he didn't care. It didn't matter. As he slipped the grape in, he ran one finger along Yugi's bottom lip, and was amazed at the softness of them. How could one who had spent so long on the streets and in the desert have such soft lips? Even silk seemed harsh in comparison.
Yami felt his jaw and lower lip quivering and, before he could stop himself, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against Yugi's, instantly feeling himself melt into a deep pool of pure ecstasy. He drew away, and saw Yugi was blushing again, though this time he didn't seem embarrassed… more shy, if the amazingly cute way he held his head was anything to go by.
Yugi had tried to lower his head after Yami had kissed him, not sure he could face the Pharaoh. No earthly substance could achieve the high Yugi had reached as the Pharaoh's lips had touched his, even for that half second, and Yugi knew he couldn't say anything to do justice to that. But at the same time, he couldn't take his eyes away. What he ended up with was his face downwards but his eyes rolled up, staring at the Pharaoh through the blonde hair that draped down his face. "Th… thankyou Pharaoh…"
"You're welcome… Yugi."
Yugi suddenly realised that that was the second time in a few minutes that the Pharaoh had called him by his name, and he felt like his heart was flying, such was his joy. He opened his mouth to say something else - what, he didn't know, but he had to say something - when Jou and Hiroto returned to the room.
Yami looked away from Yugi, the spell broken, and Yugi closed his mouth in disappointment.
Yami could tell by the looks on his guards' faces that they had failed - again - to capture Bakura, and he nodded, a grim look on his face.
He returned his attention to Yugi. "I am done eating now. You are free to resume your usual duties."
As Yugi stood, Yami brushed his elbow gently with his hand before addressing Hiroto and Jou. "In future, I wish for this slave - Yugi - to be the only one who brings me grapes. He certainly knows how to do his job."
Hiroto and Jou both bowed in response, and Yami waved his hand. "All three of you are dismissed."
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Note: You know those bed\couch things that egyptian royals and roman leaders are always portrayed relaxing on? THAT is a chaise longue! ^_^
*~*~*~*~*~*
Wowwee!!! That was longer than I first thought! So what did you all think anyway? That was my first *real* effort at a proper fluffy chapter... how'd it go? Please let me know by clicking that purple button to the bottom left of your screen! ^_^
And thanks for reading!