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Work and Play
By Halys

If you only once would let me,
Only just one time,
Then be happy with the consequence
With whatever's going to happen tonight.
Don't think we're not serious.
When's it ever not?
The love we make, is give and it's take.
I'm game to play along.

Can't say I was never wrong,
But some blame rests on you.
Work and play, they're never ok to mix
The way we do.

All I can say, I shouldn't say.
Can we take a ride?
Get out of this place while we still have time

Work © Jimmy Eat World

Despite its decrepit appearance on the outside, inside the restaurant that Yuugi had been steered into were walls draped with dark, dusky colors. The lighting was low, but not so much that it was difficult to see. Around him, Yuugi noticed that the chairs and tables were set similar to the traditional Japanese style: low to the ground. However, in the place of pillows were low-lying, intricately designed cushions. Atemu led him to one of these tables in a quite corner.

Yuugi's eyes glanced around him as he was led, forgetting how low Atemu's hand had rested on his back. The scent of cooked meats and incense invaded his nostrils and it made him slightly drowsy. He had to shake off the feeling as he and Atemu sat down at their table. Closing his eyes tightly and then re-opening them, Yuugi's indigo eyes gazed at Atemu from across the table. The foreign man smirked at him.

"Do you see now? Sometimes you must give things a chance before dismissing them so quickly. Had I not encouraged you to come with me, you might never have experienced such exquisite cuisine as this…"

And before Yuugi could glance down at his menu, a series of plates and dishes, piled with foods that made Yuugi's mouth water, were set down in front of them. The waiter quickly scurries away before Yuugi could get a look at him. Then, he turned his attention to the table. He had never seen such dishes before, but the smells that wafted up towards him told him that he was in for a treat.

He looked up at Atemu again, who was still smirking. "You had this planned?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Is it not custom to treat ones' companion? I did not want you to feel unwelcome…" Something twinkled in Atemu's eyes as he spoke, leaving Yuugi feeling slightly dazed.

"I… I suppose it is a nice thing to do…" His eyes glanced down at his hands which were lying nervously in his lap. Truthfully, Yuugi had never truly experienced such an elaborately planned welcome. In high school, he had been the one to sit quietly in the back of his classroom and kept to himself. He had not even been able to ask out his wife when they met: they were set up by mutual friends.

A hand reached across the table and gently tilted his chin up. "Yes… Now do not fret. It would be a shame to see such beautiful eyes darken with…" The hand slipped from his chin as Atemu paused to think of the word he meant to use. "Melancholy? Yes… that is the word."

Yuugi's cheeks flushed a second time for that night and he was hard pressed not to stutter a "thank you."

Atemu reached across the table once again and pinched a bite of food between two fingers. Seeing this, Yuugi gasped at what he thought to be his counterpart's rudeness. Yuugi scanned the table for chopsticks, or even some western utensils, but found none.

"In the Middle East," Atemu spoke, interrupting Yuugi's search. "We do not use anything but what Khnum (1), the creator god, gave us." One of Atemu's dark brows quirked upwards. "You do not mind, do you? If you wish, I can call for some silverware."

Feeling embarrassed for his assumption, Yuugi shook his head "no" and let his own hand drop to a dish and grab a small handful of the food. He brought what appeared to be a seasoned rice and chicken mix to his mouth before pausing. Atemu's eyes watched Yuugi's movement carefully; remaining fixed on Yuugi's partially parted lips. It took everything Yuugi had to ignore the heated gaze and eat the morsel. As he chewed and swallowed, Atemu's eyes remained on him. Yuugi shifted in his seat slightly and kept his eyes on the table. He coughed nervously before looking back up at Atemu.

"S-so… um… D-do you have any family here?" he asked. Again, Atemu's eyes remained on Yuugi as he brought another bit of the meal to his lips.

As Atemu began to respond, the sound of his voice wafted over Yuugi and his attention on the meal waned.

"No, I am quite foreign to this land. Much of my family lives back in Egypt. I have been living here for about two years, working for Seto." There was something in Atemu's voice that kept Yuugi tuned in. Something akin to loneliness, Yuugi thought.

"So, your wife is in Egypt then?" Yuugi inquired. He wasn't sure what made him ask. After all, it was rather rude to assume something of that manner, but something in him wanted to know if Atemu was married or not.

"I am not married," Atemu replied shortly.

Shame immediately washed over Yuugi. "O-oh… I see…"

"And you, Yuugi-kun? How do you feel about being so far away from your family? You are from Kyoto, no?"

At this time, Yuugi became aware that a hand, underneath the table, was slowly rising up his leg to brush against his thigh. He choked on the wine he was sipping. The hand stopped in its tracks, but remained where it rested, nearly in his lap. Yuugi brought his napkin to his lips, wiping away the wine that threatened to spill from his mouth.

"I… I'm… I'm married!" he choked out, hoping that the pronouncement would tell Atemu to take his hand back. The hand did not move, instead, Atemu quirked a brow and slid his hand up further so that it rested just on the inside of Yuugi's thigh. The warmth resting there was not uncomfortable for Yuugi, and to his dismay, his body was beginning to respond.

"And?"

"I... What are you doing!" Yuugi shouted. He ignored the eyes of the other visitors that had turned to watch the scene Yuugi was creating.

A confused expression covered Atemu's handsome features, and still the hand did not move. "Is this not appealing to you? Maybe I have confused customs…"

By now, Yuugi's cheeks had turned an alarming shade of red. He pushed the hand out of his lap and stood suddenly. "You, sir, are… are… !" He was unable to come up with a suitable insult, so instead, he dashed towards the exit, ignoring Atemu's calls. Atemu stood as well, pulled out his wallet, threw down a couple bills and ran after Yuugi, calling out to him.

When Atemu reached the exit and ran outside, he found Yuugi waving at hand out to beckon a taxi. "Where are you going?" he asked.

Yuugi turned towards him, eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "Where am I going? Where am I going! I am going home! Or at least back to my hotel! I did not fly three hours to be hit on! Surely, this is some sort of mistake. I'm married, I have kids, and yet, here I am, being seduced! By another guy, I might add! Granted, you're attractive, and not at all bad to look at. I'd even daresay you're handso--"

And before Yuugi could continue his angered tirade, Atemu wrapped his arms around him and pressed their lips together. Yuugi struggled for a moment, pushing at Atemu, but as the taller man slipped his tongue past Yuugi's lips, Yuugi's defenses began to crumble. Again, his body began to respond to Atemu's gentle coaxing. Yuugi soon found himself pressed against a wall with a leg slipping between his.

Someone moaned, and Yuugi wasn't sure who gave it. Just as he began to arch into Atemu, the sensations stopped and he was allowed the much needed air to breathe.

"I do not think you will object…" Atemu murmured, his lips still dangerously close to Yuugi's. Never before, had Yuugi felt that way. The emotions and passion that were running through him made his nerves sing, and he couldn't help but want more.

"I…" he started, but a finger ceased his speech.

"Come with me… Please… Only just one time, I beg you. Somehow, I think we both need this…" There was the loneliness again, reflecting in Atemu's eyes. The same loneliness and restlessness that Yuugi felt as well, deep down.

"I can't… I just…"

"Please!" Desperation rang in Atemu's voice, and Yuugi could not ignore it. He nodded and was led to the car that had picked them up before. How the driver knew to be there at that time, Yuugi didn't bother to care. Atemu held the door open for him once again, and he slipped inside with out a word. As the car took off with both men safely inside, Atemu turned to Yuugi, and lips descended on him again.

Yuugi didn't notice when the car arrived in front of his hotel, his attention solely on the lips that continued to caresses his. The driver coughed politely, and the two men broke apart, panting for air. They stumbled out of the car and hastened to elevators. Inside, Yuugi was pressed against a wall again. When the elevator doors opened to reveal Yuugi's floor, Yuugi barely had time to finish removing his shirt before his body was slammed against his hotel room door. He fished in his pocket for his card key as Atemu's tongue tortured a nipple. The key slipped through it's opening quickly, and they both tumbled inside.

Before they made it to the bed, Atemu's shirt disappeared, along with Yuugi's pants. Fingers cupped Yuugi through his boxer shorts as he was pushed back into the sheets, and a moan escaped his lips.

He found his own fingers pulling harshly at the fastenings of Atemu's pants, and he moaned again as the button was removed and Atemu kicked his pants aside. It seemed the man wore no undergarments. Atemu began to whisper Yuugi's name as his fingers slipped beneath the rim of his boxers and slowly pulled the fabric away.

"Gods… you're gorgeous…" he murmured, and they were both naked. Yuugi let his eyes travel the length of Atemu's tanned skin, and suddenly he felt nervous.

"I… I've never… (2)"

Fingers pressed against Yuugi's lips again. "Shh… do not worry. I will not hurt you. Do you have… a lotion of some sort? It will help."

"On the bathroom counter…"

Atemu pressed a quick kiss to Yuugi's lips before leaving his arms. Yuugi didn't have long to wait, however, as Atemu returned quickly with a small bottle in his hands. He crawled on top of Yuugi once again, straddling him, before opening the bottle. As he poured some of the bottle's contents on his hands, he leant forward to kiss Yuugi again, using his tongue to push past pliant lips.

Yuugi's eyes shot open and he moaned deeply as Atemu's cool, lotion-covered hand wrapped itself around where Yuugi's body was emanating the most heat.

Things progressed quickly after that, with Yuugi nearly going mad with the feeling of Atemu's hands on his body and the sensations of the man above him bringing him more pleasure than he had ever experienced. They did not come together, but one after another, before they both collapsed into the sheets. Atemu had enough strength to pull himself from Yuugi and to lie next to him.

Then, his hands came to life, traveling gently over Yuugi's ears, lips, nose, and eyelids. He whispered devotions in a language Yuugi had not heard before, but enjoyed nonetheless. Yuugi turned towards Atemu, and opened his eyes to gaze at him. Nothing came to Yuugi's mind except the man who lied next to him. "Gods…" he whispered. "That was…"

"…amazing." Atemu finished.

"Mmm… mmm-hmm…"

Atemu's fingers gently coaxed Yuugi's eyes shut before resting on his cheek. "Rest now, habibi aay'i (3)… Shhh…"

Yuugi did as he was told, and let himself fall into dreaming.

(1) Khnum: God of Creation and Inundation in Egyptian mythology. It was believed that he created man by sculpting him on a potter's wheel.
(2) Yuugi means to say that he has never had sex with a man before. He has had sex plenty of times with his wife, Anzu, but never with a man, and thus his nervousness.
(3) Habibi aay'i (Arabic): Beautiful beloved. Though Atemu is Egyptian, he speaks Arabic because much all of modern-day Egypt speaks Arabic. He does, however, know Ancient Egyptian (which won't be used in this fic aside from small references) because his family has a tradition of learning it. Much like how the Ishtars would know and speak Arabic despite also knowing Egyptian.
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