I actually wrote this chapter six months ago...this is what I did my entire trip for Florida back in March and finished it up on the plane home :) This chapter...Its my favorite so far i had it in my head since i started this story and was SO happy to finally put pen to paper!
The early scene was actually inspired by a very passionate reviewer named Felicia Monkind-her and I having a very strong debate about Timaeus after the beginning chapters and her opinions honestly made me think and I enjoyed her suggestions and her feedback, so the beginning scene was inspired by her comments. So thanks for that hun! I honestly couldn't think of a better place to put it then this chapter since that knowledge and confirmation I really think was the first step Yugi and Timaeus needed to really breaking through their shells and taking the next step-hence the second part of this chapter!
ALSO: I started creating a soundtrack for Timaeus based on the themes, characters and certain events in the story...this one being my personal favorite, I have two songs that really go with it and every time I listen to them I just think Timaeus and Yugi...I strongly suggest listening them while you read, especially the second half:
Clarity-Zedd (Timaeus of Locri's theme song-it just screamed Timaeus and Yugi first time i heard it)
Fearless-Taylor Swift-Its just perfect for this chapter
Enjoy!
Chapter XLVII: Dance
"Ow!" Yugi complained with a vocal whine.
"Yugi…" Timaeus dragged out the name with a heavy, patient sigh. "We've already discussed this. The more you struggle, the more it's going to hurt."
With a childish harrumph, Yugi crossed his arms, his face scrunched in a pout. "You could be gentler."
Timaeus snorted, unamused. "I've been plenty gentle. You keep fidgeting."
"Do not!"
"You fret like a sheltered maiden on her wedding night."
"I do not!" Yugi protested and spun, a blush blooming pink across his cheeks.
"You just did so again," Timaeus pointed out in a rough, grated voice. "Now hold still or we'll be here 'till midday."
With an exasperated huff, Yugi obeyed and Timaeus returned to his work and proceeded to untangle the drying locks with a wooden comb.
Half a ten-day later, the newly christened Quartermaster found himself fully assimilated into his new role. His mornings had settled into a regular martial routine: Timaeus would rise early and Yugi with him. After their bath, Tim would survey everything from water levels to storage arrangements, and set every man able-bodied on the ship to work. Yugi would accompany him, and after, cook the morning meal. They'd break their fast together then separate for their individual duties. Though Rhebekka still held position over the more political aspects of the ship, the role of Physician and Chef was now Yugi's domain. And when he returned to the great cabin after fixing the evening meal, he'd collapse on the bed he shared with Timaeus utterly exhausted and content to let the man ravish him with pride.
"It's not my fault I have so much hair," Yugi mumbled, leaning back againsr the warm chest.
"Your hair is beautiful," Timaeus insisted, weaving the smooth, darkening strands back behind Yugi's ears with his fingers. "It's soft and shiny like raven feathers and your forelock looks like a golden crown. It makes you look like royalty."
"I am royalty," Yugi boasted proudly. He would never admit it out loud, but this part of his day delighted him most. Never once had Timaeus' confidence in him faltered, even when they argued—Yugi hadn't given up on his habit of barging in unasked and uninvited if he suspected his too busy husband was missing meals. To see the pride beaming on Timaeus' face in those brief moments Yugi caught him staring, the way his mismatched eyes gleamed when Yugi stood his ground or how his lips curled into a smile each time Yugi defended his case smoothly and unabashed, though Timaeus hid it well: it made his inside giggle and sent a thrill through him.
"Indeed." Timaeus paused to smile at the sultry amethyst eyes. When their gazes met, the challenge was spoken and they flashed their most tempting grins. Then Yugi pulled away and cocked his head like a bird, grinning and livid eyes twinkling with mischief. Playful fingers danced up the man's long, muscled leg yet remaining strictly at arm's length—overwhelmingly desirable but completely unattainable. He smirked when Timaeus growled, eyes becoming narrowed and shaded. Only he could make Timaeus this wild, this sensitive. Yugi beamed with pride. He would be the only one to make him act this, he decided, cupidously.
Timaeus' snatched his hands, halting all further actions. The deep, alluring emerald of his eyes darkened to a liquid myrtle that had not lost a hint of its sparkle. Its pearlescent twin flashed with clear, sinister silver. He certainly didn't miss the coquettish glint in the sprite's calculating eyes. Creeping forward, he flashed a smile bright with merry wickedness. Yugi saw it, and all the bravado melted from his face.
Timaeus' smile curled. He leaned forward but Yugi's retreat matched his step for step. Then Timaeus paused, so close Yugi felt his warm breath on his face, and his every nerve trembled. His hand moved ever so carefully, ever so gently to lace around those suddenly-trembling thighs. One hand stopped, the other gently grasped his hand, then both squeezed and Yugi gasped.
"And just what are you planning, my mischievous little sprite?"
When the rumbled words left his lips, Timaeus leaned forward and pressed his lips against the other's.
The intensity of it crashed against the sheer gentleness of it and Yugi's whole body liquefied under him, and he sank into Timaeus' warm, welcoming arms. Yugi grasped him with shaking hands and quivering thighs. I'm just as bad, he admitted, when the kiss left his lips but trailed down his neck and collar. He gasped and moaned under Timaeus' tender ministrations, thighs quivering in Timaeus' lap, and his shaking hands suddenly lost their grip.
Desperate for support, they reached for the wall, but clenched empty air. Before he could gather his bearings, he tumbled to the floor with a yelp of surprise. He winced with a loud hiss and rubbed his abused bottom. A choked snort followed the abrupt movement and Yugi shot up, glaring.
Timaeus looked down at him, bright-eyed and impossibly-wide grin pinched, holding back laughter. Yugi's brows slanted. Embarrassed fury cracked his voice. "If you dare…" He punctured each word with a low hiss, despite the blush suffusing his cheeks with color.
If anything, Timaeus' grin only grew larger. "I will try," he promised in a squeezed, squeaky voice opposite of his normal, deep baritone.
Yugi only blushed harder. Gathering his dignity, the boy rose to recover the slip he'd worn the night before and tossed Timaeus his under-armor. "Get dressed," Yugi ordered, retrieving his slip from the floor.
"Yes," Timaeus offered a hand and shoved the door out the privy open. "Before Rhebekka begins wondering where we've been."
"Oh, yes, we don't want her wild imagination wandering to mischievous places." He took Timaeus' hand and followed him into the room, grinning.
"Aye," Timaeus snorted impishly and crept behind his little lover. "No matter," he whispered, low and husky in Yugi's ear—emphasizing his desire by slipping his fingers along the bare curve of Yugi's shoulders where the shift exposed his throat. "We will have our own wedding venture soon enough."
Yugi blushed.
It struck him suddenly, like a douse of cold water, just how close they were to Locri. To his new home, his new life… A new home he'd be sharing with Timaeus. A new life he'd have as his Magistrate—his consort. And something else, he realized at once. Flashing images burned in front of his eyes: the ritual carrying of the bride over the threshold, the wedding feast celebrating their union, the joined rooms they would now share as husband and consort, the nuptial bed waiting for them to consummate their marriage…
The bedding.
Heat crept up his neck and spread throughout his face and he shivered in… excitement? Fear? Perhaps both? He was a maiden married, but the bedding had yet to occur. Kemet's boys and girls alike were rarely maidens on their wedding night, but there has always been something wonderfully wicked and exciting about the bedding—yet now that the moment was upon him, Yugi's heart was pounding with what that truly meant. Once they arrive in Locri, he would become so much more than just Timaeus' Magistrate. He would become his consort… his lover.
The thought terrified him as much as it excited him, though he was uncertain if it was the prospect of losing his virginity that frightened him or the actual bedding itself. It meant surrendering himself completely and exposing the very core of his body and soul. It meant laying down all his defenses, relinquishing control and becoming one with another person... with Timaeus. It meant… Yugi gulped, blushing harder than he had the first time Pas and Mut had explained it to him—penetration: the pain and the pleasure that came from spilling one's maiden blood. And then there was Timaeus himself who, as a dashing, virile young man with a handsome face, handsomer body, and wicked smirk, was hardly unbeddable.
Yugi blushed deeper. He'd grown so used to the casual progression of their relationship: the casual kissing, the dallied teasing, and the playful, coquettish way they challenged each other in bed. It was so natural and delightful, his body and soul seeming to know already what to do, what it wanted—and it wanted Timaeus. Already his body was sensitive to Timaeus' every touch, aching and longing for the day their relationship went beyond chaste kisses and playful teasing. Yet it was a foudroyant prospect all the same.
Timaeus watched his lover grow quiet and frowned, puzzled. Yugi unwound himself from Timaeus' arms and wrapped his hands and arms around his shoulders like he was chilled. The sudden unhappy expression on his lover's downcast face unnerved him. Had he said something to upset him? Yugi had never shied away from his teasing before. Then again, his teasing had never gone beyond their chaste kisses and gentle touches either. Had Yugi's question not been one of curiosity but discomfort? He did not know, but he would rectify it now.
"Forgive me," he said, placing a gentle hand on Yugi's shoulder. "I was only teasing, Yugi," he insisted, apologetic and free of badinage.
"What?" Yugi blinked, perplexed, then shook his head. "No, no, it's not that." He sighed. "I'm just nervous, I suppose. We're almost at Atlantis—at Locri. There is still so much I do not know. Everything is happening so fast. I suppose I'm just uncertain…"
Timaeus put a finger under his chin and coaxed him to look up. "What troubles you, my sweet?" Timaeus halted his teasing.
Yugi thought for a moment. Thinking of their impending nuptials and consummation brought to life another question he'd had on his tongue but had never found a time and place proper enough to ask. "Not a trouble, a… curiosity, actually. The second wedding… I'm… not sure I understand it. Is it a repeat of the first, only more lavish? What purpose does it serve?"
Timaeus tensed. Pulling his hands away, he turned. "No, my little gem. It's much more than that."
Yugi frowned. "Is there some part of it that will unnerve me? Whatever it is, I wish to know. We promised no more secrets."
Timaeus shook his head. " 'Tis not that, love. I have no wish to keep the details from you. I am simply searching for the best way to explain them."
A pregnant silence passed between them, and Yugi felt suffocated by it. Timaeus took his hand and sat him down on the couch with the champagne silk and leggings in his lap, grateful Yugi slipped them on without fussing. He then retrieved his small clothes and dressed quickly. When he was finished, he sat down beside Yugi, the silence unbearable.
Yugi almost wished to retract the question when Timaeus asked suddenly, "Yugi, how simple is divorce in your country?"
The question stunned him so that, for a moment, Yugi could not speak. He organized his answer, then said, "Fairly easy and common. More so for the common folk than the aristocracy, but it requires no trouble unless one spouse charges the other with a marital crime."
"I see." Timaeus' smile was sad. "To answer your question, the second marriage is a reflection of our Chief God and Goddess who reunite for six months of the year. The custom is meant to celebrate the unification of a happy couple, succeeding the first and worst obstacles of marriage, but it serves another purpose, as well." He paused for so long Yugi feared he would have to ask what it was. Then Timaeus finally spoke. "When our patron God married his wife, he did so without her mother's consent and so furious was she that she demanded her daughter's return, going so far as to threaten all who opposed her. Eventually, the maiden was left with the choice of staying with her husband or returning with her mother. As it happened, her husband loved her dearly, but knew his wife missed her family and her home, and as much as he wanted for her to stay with him, he could not bear to see her unhappy. So he consented to let her return."
Yugi listened intently, hanging onto his every word. "Though the situation resolved itself so everyone was satisfied, we continue that ritual in her honor." He stopped and looked Yugi straight in the eye. "And so six moons to the day of the first celebration, the bride, like the Maiden, has a choice: she may remain with her husband in marriage or she may divorce him and return to her family with no shame nor scorn brought upon either party."
Yugi was stunned. "I-I thought," he stumbled over his words, his tongue suddenly clumsy and knotted, "the vows couldn't be undone and you couldn't—"
"I couldn't," Timaeus explained. "But you can. The vows could not be undone then because it is not possible before the second ceremony. After that, divorce is not difficult but more complex, but before that—well, it is no different than saying your partner is a poor one."
Yugi stared at him, perplexed.
"Had I divorced you, I'd be claiming you were a poor spouse, and it would shame you and dishonor me as an impatient husband. Were you to do so to me, it would be no different."
Yugi understood then: he was being given an escape, a chance to undo the past and start a new life on his own terms without the fear and stigma of the consequences. Even the Treaty would still be in effect. For all his grief, however, he had never considered divorce. He had wanted to marry Timaeus. For all his rants, he never once thought of actually leaving and divorce seemed more like a childish escape than an option for freedom.
"Is that why you said you wouldn't divorce me? To spare us both shame?" He heard the words but couldn't recall saying them, like his spirit was a phantom floating above his body and the vacant shell was speaking on its own.
"It is a part of it," Timaeus confessed. "But mostly because I do not want to." He smiled. "I adored you, and I do even more now. I cannot imagine having anyone else in my arms each night and at my side each day."
The confession enthralled him as much as it terrified him, and not for the first time, Yugi found himself questioning, If I surrendered my heart to you, will you protect it? If I lay my shields down and accept all you give me, will I care what happens to me so long as it's your arms I land in?
His next question sank on the tip of his tongue, terrified to be put out into the world. But ask it, I must. "And if I couldn't bear you?" he asked suddenly. "What would you do, then?"
The couch creaked when Timaeus rose from it. His shrug was nonchalant but his eyes glittered with sadness. "Then I would tell my King you want an annulment, on whatever grounds you choose. Then I'd arrange separate quarters and such for you until a time you can choose your family."
"What about the treaty?" Yugi asked.
"What about it? The King can always take you as his ward and it would suffice."
"But… the shame… witnesses?"
Timaeus raised a hand. "I told you once that I only want to make you happy. I meant it and still do, so if you truly could not bear it, I would not stop you. I'd rather be shamed and alone than see you married to someone you hated." He said it so casually, but Yugi heard the anguish in it and could stand no more.
"No!" He threw himself from the couch and hugged him tight, shaking his head. "Don't say such things! I don't hate you!" I think I'm falling for you. But he could not say that.
Timaeus looked surprised for a moment, but returned the hug and comforted him. "I don't hate you either." He gently brushed away a tear Yugi hadn't realized had fallen with a strong finger. Timaeus looked down at him and smiled reassuringly. "And there's plenty of good marriages that started with much less than that."
He hugged Yugi tighter, pressing them together. They stayed like that and for the first time in many days, Yugi felt warmth rush through him. Warm and safe and… loved. That was what he felt in Timaeus' arms. Loved. How had it happened so suddenly? He didn't know, but in that moment, he did not care.
They only pulled away when Yugi's pinched stomach voiced its discomfort with a loud grumble. The boy blushed and Timaeus chuckled.
"Come, let us eat. But first," he leaned in for another kiss, but his lips touched Yugi's finger instead.
"Uh-uh," Yugi tutted, wagging a scolding finger vertically, emboldened by the conversation. "You've already had your kiss for this morning," he said with a saucy smile, eyes bright with mischief and an obvious sway in his hips. "The rest you'll have to earn." With a playful wink, he was out of their apartments, leaving Timaeus alone, growling and hungry.
"Very well!" He licked his lips and gave chase. He pounced and caught his shrieking lover, who burst into a fit of laughter. "Now come," he chastised playfully. "Breakfast's not going to keep."
X X X
"Careful, love," Timaeus warned playfully over the roar of the wind. "If you lean any further, the wind's going to blow you away. You're so petite."
Yugi stuck out his tongue. "It's only wind. And I'm not that small, as you well know." The wind gathered up his hair in playful twirls, kissed his cheeks, and pillowed his clothes with all the tenderness of a teasing lover. Yugi giggled and breathed deeply. The air was spicy with the scent of brine and wet wood and left a saltine taste on his tongue when he exhaled. The bright sun warmed his skin and cast twinkling lights over the wide, brilliant cerulean waves like someone had scattered diamonds over a blue cloth. Yugi smiled and gazed lovingly at the wide, beautiful blue vastness of it. His duties as Quartermaster had commanded so much of his attention that Yugi almost forgot how much he loved the sea.
Timaeus watched his young lover with a bemused smile. Briefly, he wondered what he must do to keep such a smile on Yugi's face all the time. He pondered the thought, then sighed briefly and turned back to his navigator. "You're certain of those estimates?" he said in a rough demand.
Ryou nodded, one hand on the helm and the other pointing to the map on the small table. The wind curled the corners and he rolled it up before it could escape. "Positive," he insisted. "It was a sweet night, and the winds are on our side. We'll arrive in Locri on the morrow."
Yugi heard bits and pieces of the conversation, then blinked when the bright blue horizon he'd been observing suddenly changed color. "What's that there?" he asked, pointing a slender finger towards the gathering darkness.
The streaks of clouds suddenly knitted together like patches of a large cloth. Mountains heaped upon mountains of dark gray and silver, but not the heavy purple and blacks that promised a storm. No thunder roared in the distance. No lighting streaked the sky. Only thick pale gray clouds.
Timaeus turned his gaze to the sky and his eyes narrowed. Yugi copied him, curious, and watched as the blanket of clouds spread thick and heavy, but were quick and silent like a rolling mist. A shadow suddenly crept over the ship and the sun vanished.
Then it came. The first moisture rich drop fell and landed on Yugi's cheek, cooling it to the touch. Yugi jumped and blinked. Another drop quickly followed. Then another. At once, Yugi understood and his eyes widened.
"It's raining?" He jumped with a stutter in his words.
"Indeed," Timaeus agreed when the light drizzle suddenly picked up speed and rhythm. He spun to Ryou and ordered. "Tell the men to rig the oars and tie the scuttlebutts to the main deck. Buckets, barrels, anything you can find to gather water. Secure the helm then tell the men to get below. It's just rain, but I'm not taking any chances."
"Sir." Ryou bowed and did as he was bid.
Timaeus nodded and spun to his consort. "Yugi, we need to—" He stopped and blinked, puzzled. Yugi stood, skittishly examining the clear crystalline drops curiously. He held out a shaking hand and gasped when one landed on his hand, forming a tiny puddle that evaporated into his skin. Amethyst eyes blinked, fascinated and perplexed at once. Examining it like a child with a new curiosity to explore.
Timaeus chuckled. "It's only water, Yugi," he laughed, taking his lover's hand.
Yugi blinked several times, then shook his head when rain suddenly picked up and littered droplets in his hair. The cool winds suddenly turned warm and stagnant and Yugi spun around, holding out his free hand as more rain continued to fall, faster, heavier, and warmer.
"This is rain?" Yugi asked, surprised and disbelieving.
Timaeus could only smile. "I imagine they did not get much rain in the desert, hmm?" he asked, understanding at once.
"We did," Yugi said, blinking again, and unweaving his hand from Timaeus to catch more raindrops. Notorious for its limited rainfall, Kemet survived almost entirely from the water it inaugurated from the Nile. Rainfall was too infrequent, undependable, and unpredictable, and often accompanied a fierce storm. It fell cold and hard, and was just as likely to ruin a crop as it was to nurture it and sent people scattering and running for shelter. It was no rain for little boys to play in.
This was no such rain.
"But not like this…" Yugi noted with a dreamy smile.
Before Timaeus could ask him what he meant, Yugi's hand subconsciously pulled free, and he pulled himself back to the edge and leaned over. Timaeus gasped and reached for him but Yugi pulled back and skipped away before Timaeus could catch him.
"Yugi?" he called, his voice catching in his throat.
Leaning over the edge, Yugi watched the waters churn in tiny ripples under the rain like thousands of tiny glass mirrors shattering at once. He pulled away and hurried down the steps, and threw back his wet hair, scattering raindrops. It hung wet and heavy and clung to his neck and forehead in loose, wild strands, and he loved the feel of it against his skin. His face rose to greet the rain and he spun it a circle. It felt soft and warm like his mother's kisses on his cheeks. His giggled childishly, spread his arms and spun in a wide circle.
"Yugi!" Timaeus rushed down the steps after him, but Yugi either didn't hear him or chose not to. The giggling boy spun faster and then took off running, eyes bright and wide with childish wonder and laughing uncontrollably.
Timaeus gawked and quickly undid the mantle around his shoulders and began to fasten it as he ran. "At least wear a hood!" he called, but his voice was lost in the rain and Yugi's whimsy laughter. "You'll take a chill!"
Yugi's only response was a mirthful fit of laughter. He burst across the deck, weaving through sailors securing huge empty barrels to the ship's side with thick ropes. One struggled and Yugi stopped to help tie the knot, and the man nodded in thanks. Yugi danced away, careful to avoid the other men in his quest to catch raindrops. When his heavy hair flopped in front of his face, he stopped and tossed it back like a veil. Running his hands through it and shaking out the messy mop, scattering raindrops as he went. The silks clung to his skin wetly and he spun a few more times to shake them out, but it did little good when the rain fell in harder, in wet, warm, and diagonal streaks. Yugi hurried and the rain rushed to catch him. The men simply laughed or smiled, admiring their Trierarch's curious consort.
When said Trierarch burst through the crowd out of breath and eyes hard, the men simply bowed, smiling, and pointed in the direction of his wayward wife. Timaeus took off again, but not before barking for double knots and ties at the top and bottom. "I don't want to lose a single drop," he ordered, harsh and heavy despite his breathless voice, and took off again.
The men were already finished and preparing to go down below by the time Timaeus stopped to catch his breath, searching frantically for his missing lover. Otogi gestured a thumb towards the front of the ship, before disappearing into the infirmary for fresh bandages. Timaeus understood when he caught a flash of cloth slapping wetly on the aft deck just above him, and quickly climbed the steps.
Yugi stopped at the top forecastle, in the heart of the storm, and watched the sky change and the sea turn. The pounding rain, soft and urging as his mother's kisses, clicked and chimed in the symphony of pittering bells. In the distance, thunder growled low and faint, relaxed like a proud father lion. The wind, wild and blasting, was like an invisible dance partner catching his moves and almost daring him to stop. The sun peeked through the clouds overhead, and for an instant, the night was noonday bright. His stage illuminated and his audience cheering, Yugi closed his eyes and danced.
His was a chaotic dance: wild and unpracticed, with no hint of order or rhythm. Yet he'd never felt more graceful. More alive. More free.
Wrists crossed and hands fanned above his head, his hips swayed in lopsided circles. He spun. His feet leaped in the air and slapped the wood floor with a wet smack. A jump, then a spin. His arms spread wide and he spun in a circle, then he fell back like he was about to swoon and doubled into an almost backwards roll, and burst into wild laughter.
Vaguely, he wondered if this was how the ibises felt when they took to wing. If they felt so weightless and unbound. Then he wondered what it would be like to have wings. He laughed at the idea of being weighed down by a ruffled bunch of feathers.
He danced again, spinning and laughing in the rain like a carefree child free of restrictions and the binds of titles and privileges, and that was how Timaeus found him.
For a full moment, Timaeus has forgotten all but how to breathe and his breath was a rare and awed gasp of surprise. Rain pounded Yugi's body and his hair and clothes stuck to his skin, making him look ragged and wild and beautifully untamable. The wind pillowed the silks of his skirts about him like dancing wings, making him look ethereal and angelic in Timaeus' eyes.
He watched him, spellbound—unable to speak and unable to move, lest he disturb the magnificent sight before him. Sometimes during the dance, Yugi had his eyes closed and still, he continued to dance. His arms swayed and his back bent forward in a perfect bow then sprang back in an arch that transformed into a backwards spin. A breath caught in Timaeus' throat and stayed there. He knew of Yugi's past as a dancer in the temples, but never had he witnessed it for himself.
He grabbed the railing with a shaking hand. Perhaps it was a good thing he had. He watched Yugi stop and puff his chest forward with a loud release of breath. Timaeus felt a surge of desire rush through him. Yugi's arms stayed open like he was waiting for his lover. When he moaned suddenly, he could bear it no longer and Timaeus dashed forward and captured him in his arms and his lips in a kiss.
It was a soft kiss, barely more than a breath, but it stole all the air from Yugi's body. He relaxed, moaning into the kiss, even as his body collapsed under the intensity of it. His mind clouded and was lost, like he was drowning but had no desire to swim. Strong, calloused hands gripped him gently and stroked his skin, sending tiny jolts of pleasure through him, amplified by the cold wetness of his body.
A moan that desperately wanted to escape tore itself from him and the kiss broke.
Yugi's eyes slowly opened, identifying only vague shapes and unclear shadows. Then colors started to appear, shapes started to solidify, and he recognized the familiar bright green emerald and its solid, pearlescent twin. When the image completely cleared, he saw Timaeus: his eyes ablaze, his chest heaving in heavy, open-mouthed gasps, and his usually-relaxed face wild and beaming with desire.
Desire for him.
"Timaeus…" Yugi breathed, eyes half-lidded and veiled with lust. "You're soaked."
Timaeus gasped loudly, hoping the loud, deep gulps of air would unfrazzle his senses, but it did little to clear his mind. Yugi's ambrosia taste lingered on his lips and he licked them clean, hoping to capture every last drop, but it was hollow compared to the memory of those lips. That sweet, mellifluous taste like wine and honeyed nectar from the Gods. Yugi's skin tingled under his fingers, slick and wet and dripping and waiting to be devoured. He licked his lips and rubbed circles along Yugi's hips, mouth curling into a smile when Yugi moaned and shivered.
"T-Tim—Timaeus?" Yugi squeaked out, his clouded mind determined to speak before all coherency abandoned him. "Can you… take me back to our room?"
Timaeus froze, the cloudy haze of lust clearing and stared at Yugi. He met Yugi's eyes sharply. "Are you sure?" he asked, managing to sound severe and starved at once, but insistent that the younger understand just what he was asking.
Yugi met his gaze, and the events of the day flashed before his eyes like a tapestry of time: the words, the promises, the gestures, the true, earnest instance and the promise of celibacy if only he wished it. Smiling softly, Yugi kissed him again, stealing the last of his breath.
"Yes." He nodded, and there was no more need for words.
A wide, curled smirk split Timaeus' face. He pounced like a tiger and scooped his lover into his arms. Yugi shrieked with delight, and wrapped his arms around his husband's neck.
"In that case," Timaeus rasped, husky and hungry and started a quick pace back towards their rooms. "Let's get you out of these wet things."
I hope you all enjoyed the show...heads up from now on there is gonna be a LOT of knightshipping as I FINALLY plan on giving Yugi and Timaeus time to develop their relationship in every sense of the word...and its gonna be FUN!
If you liked this just wait until we get to Locri ;)
As always read, review, critique, comment, ask questions, go nuts and have fun!
NEXT TIME: The next step is taken and a new depth is reached in the ever growing relationship between the Knight and his Prince.
NEXT TIME: SEPTEMBER 24th (for real this time)