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Chapter LVIII: Redamancy
The wild ruckus erupted with an encore of salacious slurs and bawdy jokes and shouts of ribald suggestion, but the cacophony was nothing but a dull whisper to the two lovers stealing away up the stairs. Timaeus gently grasped Yugi's hand, mindful of the long dress and the shyness in his eyes.
Their new rooms were a section all on their own, accessible only by a pair of spiral steps on either side of an open balcony above the Great Hall. The only three rooms were the Magister's private chambers, the Magistrate's, and their shared bedchamber. Timaeus shoved open the massive double doors and gestured his bride inside. They closed with a resounding slam behind them. The silence inside was tranquil compared to the ruckus outside.
"Tim—" Before Yugi could finish, Timaeus swept him up and crushed their lips together. He surrendered and moaned into the kiss, returning it with equal fervor—his heart beating in painful staccatos. Nervous fingers rose to clench Timaeus' arms. Strong hands grabbed Yugi's thighs. He felt those hands on him, one moving to cup his bottom, the other slivering to the back of his neck. Timaeus' lips found his throat. Yugi moaned louder, craning his neck.
His hands stroked the valley between Yugi's pelvis and thigh, tantalizing the skin there. The other slithered down his back. Yugi trembled helplessly, all shaking hands and quivering thighs. His knees buckled but a strong arm encircled his waist. Touches and lips moved lower, stroking him through the thin cloth. Yugi's back arched forward, his mouth opened in a loud, voiceless scream—all breath and no sound. Trembling hands braced the strong wood behind him. One more ambitious than its twin grabbed Timaeus' shoulder and squeezed tight. Timaeus' hands slipped lower and Yugi's thighs trembled and clenched. A calloused hand roughly seized his bottom and squeezed.
Yugi's eyes flung open and he released a loud shrilling sound, high and mouse-like. Timaeus stopped and pulled away, blinking. Yugi covered his mouth. His eyes widened with mortified horror. Timaeus' face cocked to the side, curious and bird-like. "Yugi…?" He amusedly snorted. "… Did you just—"
"No!"
Timaeus' face broke out into a grin. His consort was quite red in the face after eking out that quick but shy meep. "You've never made that sound before." His eyes flashed with lascivious curiosity. He dropped to the bare patch of Yugi's chest and dipped low, tasting the soft skin. Yugi's face exploded with more color and his hands shot to Timaeus' shoulders.
"T-Tim…" The word came out in a strangled gasp.
"I wonder what other sounds you can make…" Timaeus whispered. His warm breath danced across Yugi's skin, making him shudder. Yugi blushed brightly and buried his face in his arm. Timaeus halted his attentions and pulled it away, looking deep into Yugi's violet eyes, darkened from bashful desire.
"Now when did you become so shy?" he asked with a saucy smile.
"I am not!" Yugi protested with a huff of indignation.
"And yet you're fretting like a maiden who's not had her first kiss?" Timaeus countered lips pulled into a devilish smirk. Yugi recognized it at once—the same smirk he'd favored on The Eye. A special gesture reserved solely for taming Yugi.
Burying his face in the man's chest, he mumbled "You would, too, if you were about to lose your virginity."
A silent pause followed.
"You're nervous," Timaeus said, rubbing soothing circles along his back. It wasn't a question.
Yugi nodded, hiding.
Timaeus lifted his face and kissed Yugi's forehead. "How is it you flirt like a courtesan, yet you're still so innocent?"
Eased by the gentle teasing, Yugi couldn't help but smile. "It's strange… I've never been bothered by this before. I've always known what it was and even thought of it many times but now that I actually am... I can't explain it."
Timaeus kissed him, a soft one of gentle reassurance, and all Yugi's uncertainties washed away like water would on his sandy skin. "Everyone is nervous their first time, even when they are lost in their passion and with someone your spirit trusts and your heart desires. Anyone who says otherwise is only protecting their pride."
"Were you?" Yugi asked.
"Oh, I was terrified," Timaeus chuckled, completely unabashed. "I kept thinking I'd muck it up."
"Did you love her?" Yugi asked suddenly.
Timaeus frowned and looked away. "No. I liked her well enough that I thought I did, but I did not."
"Do you regret that?"
He paused for a moment, looking deep in Yugi's eyes and stroking feathery fingers through his hair. "Every day," he admitted, overcome by the need to hold this sweet lad and never let him go. It made all his other liaisons feel like nothing more than simple imitations. He smiled then kissed his little one's cheek and pulled away, grinning. "It matters not. It was long ago and besides, I have you now. What reason do I have to think of the past?" He kissed Yugi's cheeks, his nose, his throat, and continued to pepper his skin with fluttering kisses and playful nips. Yugi giggled loudly at the ticklish treatment.
"But why so curious about my conquests all of a sudden?" Timaeus teased, pulling him closer. "You wouldn't happen to be jealous now, would you?"
Yugi shoved him off playfully, but those strong arms held his tiny waist tight. "Not in the least. I'd be more surprised if you hadn't any, being as old as you are."
Timaeus snorted like an annoyed dragon. "I'm hardly old, little one. I'm younger than any of your brothers."
"Perhaps," Yugi teased with a coquettish glint in his eyes. "You're still far older than me."
"Aye, I am," Timaeus groaned. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised then that you don't find me attractive?"
Yugi snorted. "I never said you weren't attractive."
Timaeus smirked. "I believe you said you'd rather seduce a toad?"
Yugi blushed. "Yes, but not because I thought you weren't attractive. Just unpleasant."
"Ah, and do you still find me unpleasant?" It was both teasing, as well as a serious question.
Yugi knew the answer immediately, but he was enjoying their game and didn't want to surrender just yet. With a mocking grin, he pretended to ponder and stifled a laugh when Timaeus' blank eye twitched with annoyance. "Maybe a little…"
Eyes alight with the challenge; Timaeus spun him around and fixed Yugi with a devilish smirk. "Well, then, I'll have to change that."
Their eyes met, bright and excited, neither willing to break. Then Yugi snorted and Timaeus chuckled. They laughed like children—open, honest, and playful. Timaeus kissed his cheek lovingly. "You were magnificent back there," Timaeus whispered, his voice dropping to its lowest register, thrilling Yugi's entire body.
His eyes were beautiful, twin pools of sparkling blue like glistening summer ponds, half-lidded with demure and desire, and darkened by shadows. They looked into his and found nothing but love and a silent whisper. Trust me.
A hand cupping his cheek, Yugi moved closer, his own hands rising to touch his face. "I love you," he breathed.
Timaeus' hand froze. His entire being shook as if struck, but Yugi's soft hands kept him corporal and his angelic voice was like a tether guiding his spirit back to his body. "What?" The word was a breath, too, barely above a whisper.
"I love you," Yugi repeated, softer this time, and there was no hiding the pale pink color darkening his face. "I really do."
It was his undoing. Timaeus lifted him up and kissed him. Yugi's skin caught fire. Warmth flooded his veins and he was lost. He sank into the man's arms, and allowed himself to be carried, too lost in the kiss and the soft, possessive way Timaeus was holding him.
Vaguely, he registered the room around him, the bright night sky through the massive windows, the warmth of the air and the way the veils around the bed danced in the slight breeze, like beckoning spirits promising protection and pleasure. The massive bed was covered in silks and furs and carved in a circular shape like the roots and trunk of a massive tree. His bravado shattered and his heart started to pound. He buried his cheek in Timaeus' chest and fought down a blush.
With the gentleness of a small child, Timaeus set him down. The silks and furs welcomed his weight, but Yugi was reluctant to let go. Pressing deeper into the crook of Timaeus' neck, he inhaled the warmth and sharpness that was Timaeus' scent—the smell of fresh wood and sea salt and pomegranates, and oh, how he loved that smell.
Hands suddenly seized his arms and Yugi gasped. Timaeus pulled him away and pressed him down into the oblivion of the mattress. Yugi looked into his burning eyes. There was a kind of beast there, hungry and savage and wanting nothing more than to break free, but Timaeus kept its caged locked. Yugi gulped, never more frightened—or aroused—in his life.
"I told you once, Yugi," Timaeus whispered, but there was a flicker of doubt when he saw Yugi's eyes that made him uncertain. "It's… difficult for me to hold back around you…" It was the only way he could explain it.
Not that we have ever gone very far… Timaeus closed his eyes with a dark chuckle. Memories flashed behind his eyes: the heated kisses, the fierce caresses, and the night they laid themselves bare before the other, body and soul. They had never gone further, and he never questioned if it would. He chuckled again.
He opened his eyes and smiled down at his sweet lover—all bemused eyes and flushed cheeks. "I do want us both to accept what is between us, but I will stop if you're uncertain."
The words were a caress across his skin and more than a promise. Yugi recognized their warning, recognized the restraint in Timaeus' hands and the way he hesitated. The way he waited.
He met Timaeus' eyes and saw the understanding there—the compassion, the hunger, the desire, the affection. It was almost too much. Yugi shuddered and his desire had become a living thing. He wanted Timaeus—needed him, and his need had become a physical thing like breathing or dancing. He tried to speak but words failed him, so he shook his head wildly instead.
Timaeus' expression dropped and he released his arms. Yugi blinked, bemused.
"Very well," Timaeus said, pulling away—his eyes sad. "I will stop."
Terror and realization, sharp and explosive, shot through Yugi like an arrow through his heart and he shrieked "No!" Quickly, he wrapped his arms around Timaeus' neck and kissed him in gentle reassurance.
With a bemused expression, Timaeus lifted his hands, hesitant to touch him, and Yugi recognized it at once. Growling in frustration, Yugi pulled away and met his face. Eyes blazing with determination and truth, he said. "I didn't mean I wanted you to stop. I meant I did not want you to stop." He clarified, determined to not let another misunderstanding set them back.
Timaeus' eyes bulged wide with delight and desire, but the hesitance was still there. "Are you sure?" he choked, struggling to breathe. "I won't be able to stop if you—"
"Don't you dare!" Yugi cut him off sharply. Timaeus blinked at the aggressiveness, but couldn't help but adore their ferocity in his little one's scowl.
"I know what you are thinking," Yugi said defiantly. He paused, thinking of some way to convince him. His body was screaming to be touched by Timaeus and trembling with a heat so fierce, he thought he might burst from it. "I want you to touch me!"
The words echoed in the silence that fell heavy between them. Yugi looked away, shamefaced. "I—That—" His tongue suddenly twisted. "That came out wrong."."
To his surprise, Timaeus laughed and kissed him hard. Temporarily stupefied, Yugi surrendered and allowed himself to be kissed. Their lips parted for an instant then they kissed again. Timaeus wasted no time in unlacing his garment and slipping the silks down his shoulders. When the kiss pulled away, Yugi's pleasure fogged mind cleared just long enough to feel the smooth silks and cool chains slipping off his skin. He watched as the slippery materials slid down his arms like streams of silvery water and pooled about his waist. His own eager fingers moved to Timaeus' waist, pulling at the silver belt and undoing the locks.
Timaeus assisted by unclasping his cloak and throwing it to the side. Yugi's hands found the hem of his jerkin and shoved it up his chest. His hungry fingers smoothed over rivulets and valleys of smooth, firm muscles. Timaeus stopped him to remove the tunic completely, leaving his chest and torso bare for his lover to see. Gentle fingers feathered over the tapestry of scars. Yugi traced each one then kissed them like weaving a spell to enchant them away. Timaeus groaned appreciatively and wrapped an arm around Yugi's waist. The boy's kisses and touches went higher, feathering his chest and collar with gentle, possessive marks.
He lifted Yugi up and pulled the rest of the gown away. Realizing he was naked but for his small clothes, Yugi froze and blushed. Timaeus chuckled and laid him back against the pillows when something gold and glittery caught his eyes. He recognized it immediately.
"Yugi?" he asked, partly stunned. "Is that…?"
Yugi blushed charmingly and gave a bashful smile. "I know the custom is for brides to only wear silver, but I… well…" His fingers traced the lacy details lovingly, his blush deepening. "It is your shabka gift and it made me happy. I wanted to wear it."
For a long moment, Timaeus just stared—then his eyes brightened with such elation that he swept Yugi up and kissed him tenderly. "You have no idea how happy that makes me," he whispered hotly in Yugi's ear.
"Which reminds me…" He pulled away for a moment and snatched something off the side table. Yugi saw it was a small box. Timaeus pulled it open and Yugi gasped at the gift inside.
"My final wedding gift," he explained, removing the lovely object from its case. The shiny silver caught the light, making it glitter as he undid the locks and snapped it around Yugi's opposite wrist. He stared at it in amazement: the shiny silver bracelet was done in an intricate silver lacework encircling small emeralds, and from each one dangled a different charm.
"I told the silversmiths I didn't want traditional charms," he explained, holding Yugi's wrists and identifying each one. "You said it yourself. Gifts should have meanings. I wanted each one to have a reason." He pointed out a silver lion. "For the House of Sekhmet."
"Where we met…" Yugi all but choked on the realization.
"A ship." Timaeus pointed next.
"For The Eye…" Yugi parroted. "And perhaps our first kiss."
Timaeus blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "This one was a little tricky. I described it from memory."
"A lotus," Yugi recognized. "For our first true kiss..."
Timaeus nodded then blushed. "And the secret you trusted me with." He hesitated, showing a stylized silver eye. "This one… It was the symbol on the temple and… though I know it was not a pleasant experience for you, it was still…"
"Our wedding day," Yugi cut him off, unable to look away.
"This one was a challenge." He traced the outline of a lightning boat. "For the storm. The night we reconciled." He paused. "And the night I saw you dancing." His hands trembled and his licked his lips, swallowing. "I will never forget that night."
Yugi reddened.
"And this last one," he pointed to a lovely bursting flower that reminded Yugi of a lotus, but with five heart-shaped petals. Timaeus grinned and whispered seductively. "Is a pomegranate bloom… for tonight."
Yugi could stand it no more. He grabbed the man's face and kissed him hard. Timaeus returned it with just as much fervor.
"Thank you," Yugi breathed, hot tears glittering on his eyes but his heart was busting. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He hugged the man tight and Timaeus returned it. He stroked Yugi's soft hair, adoring the silky strands running through his fingers. Yugi hummed in response, his every sound driving him mad with desire. He kissed him again, wove a hand around Yugi's wrists, and gently pinned him to the bed. The kisses left his lips and moved to his collar and neck. Timaeus' reward was the most delectable string of pleasurable sounds.
Yugi's skin caught fire from every kiss and he squirmed against the man above him. Timaeus released his hands but Yugi kept them there—his wrists pinioned by the two bracelets, like manacles, carrying the weight of marriage and all its promises.
"Tim…" Yugi moaned when one kiss dipped low and found his navel. Timaeus smirked and licked inside. The cool wetness was torture against Yugi's hot skin and he squirmed, trying to arch his hips, but strong hands kept them pinned.
"T-Tim…" Yugi squeaked loudly, his flesh afire and his body screaming. "Timaeus!"
Then it stopped and the warmth left his skin. Yugi whimpered, suddenly cold and empty. Timaeus hovered above him, a grin on his face and his eyes blazing with hunger. "You know, I think I like that." He pressed his weight flush against Yugi's and the other gasps from the contact—silken skin and granite muscles against soft, subtle flesh.
"The way you shorten my name when you are aroused," he whispered lewdly.
Yugi felt warmth in his cheeks and covered his face. Timaeus took his hands and gently pulled them away.
Yugi frowned, but Timaeus just smiled. "Do you know why I chose these rooms?" he asked, sitting up to kick off his boots. Yugi sat up, as well, and shook his head. Timaeus undid his belt and grinned. "Because they are the warmest in my castle." The belt dropped to the ground. "The palazzo was not built here by accident. Beneath its floors are hot springs born from these mountains." He undid Yugi's sandals, his choker, his small clothes—hot fingers burning silken trails over his flesh. Yugi blushed again and closed his eyes.
Timaeus stopped and whispered reassuringly, "Open your eyes."
Yugi did and saw he was naked under his heated gaze. Timaeus made no move to touch him and instead focused on removing his leggings. Yugi's heart palpitated in anticipation. His mouth watered and his fingers trembled, eager to touch.
"The aqueducts flush hot water through the pipes, and the pipes run heat through the walls like blood through our bodies. It makes this the warmest room in the house." He slips the leggings off his hips then finally, his small clothes. He rose and there he was, revealed in all his naked splendor: no armor, no titles, no jewels, no shields. Just Timaeus.
"I'd hoped the heat would remind you of home."
Stunned mystification caused Yugi's eyes to remain wide-eyed. Rich olive skin rippled over corded muscles—powerful arms, strong legs, and a well-built body. A tapestry of scars spoke of a dark and painful history, but also of courage and triumph, and his eyes blazed with want—one with a bestial hunger, the other a tempting voice beckoning him to surrender.
Yugi never wanted anything more.
But something made him hesitate. His hand trembled and hot tears came to his eyes, though he was unsure why and didn't know how to stop them. Timaeus lifted him gently into his arms and laid them both against the silks and furs. His warmth returned and suddenly, all of Yugi's doubts vanished. He held the man tight, content to just lie there in peaceful bliss.
Timaeus smiled lovingly and cupped his cheek. "Don't think that I don't understand what's you've given up for me." Yugi stared, surprised, but Timaeus only smiled and kissed the side of his neck. "Your home, your family… Even your own country." As he spoke, a familiar feeling of homesickness returned and at last, Yugi understood. Part of him wanted to cry, to mourn, but the other was alive and ready to move on. Confused and unsure of what else to do, he pressed his forehead against Timaeus' chest and let those strong arms envelop him.
"I promise," Timaeus whispered, and his words were more than an oath, "to do everything I can to make up for those sacrifices."
They wasted no time. Embracing Yugi close, Timaeus kissed him hard, holding nothing back. Yugi parted his lips and chased his tongue. A calloused hand rough from years with a sword brushed feathery streaks along Yugi's bare spine. The other slid over the junction between his thighs, then fingers spread over the curve of his hip and grasped his bottom.
"Open for me," came the soft command. His jade and pearl eyes blazed with the need and want Yugi awoke in him like some mad beast, hungry for more than blood.
Yugi visibly shivered, eyes glazing over with lust and love. He needed him—desperately. Needed to feel whole and warm and wanted, like his very soul would die without it. He obeyed and spread quivering thighs. Timaeus sat between them and curled over his lover. With a quick kiss, he lifted the underside of Yugi's knees, the flesh quaking in his hands.
Evidence of his arousal hung thick and heavy between them and Yugi blushed, embarrassed, but unable to look away. Feeling it thick and pulsating and pressed against him with burning heat, Yugi's body flooded with desire and perhaps a little dread. He almost couldn't wait to get it inside of him.
"T-Timaeus…" he choked out the name, barely above a whisper. Nervous fingers clenched the silks.
Then the fingers came—slick, cool, and heavily oiled.
"Tim—!"
A soft hand stroked his cheek lovingly, the same time a slick finger teased his entrance. He swallowed Yugi's muffled moan when his finger entered him. Yugi's breath hitched, unaccustomed to the foreign sensation, but it quickly turned to mewls of delight. A second finger was added, then a third. Yugi gasped, discomfort evident clearly on his face. It wasn't a painful sensation, but the feel of those strong digits inside him and stretching him wide felt strange and uncomfortable. He squirmed but Timaeus pinned his hip and kissed him still. Yugi grabbed Timaeus' arms and squeezed tight, almost painfully. Suddenly, a spike of desire flooded his senses and the pain gave way to swift, burning pleasure.
Hearing Yugi gasp sharply, Timaeus grinned victoriously. He pushed in his fingers again and Yugi squealed, delighted. The look of sheer bliss on Yugi's face as he writhed and squirmed drove him mad with desire. Only he would ever see Yugi like this. Only he would bring Yugi this kind of pleasure. Pride swelled in his chest. "Tell me how it feels?" he prompted—his voice low, rough, and wanting.
He buried those fingers deeper:-massaging, burning, stretching, feeling, wanting, thrusting—and Yugi could feel it all. Felt them claw deeper, stretch him wider, and then—
"A-AH—!" Yugi all but shrieked. His back arched against Timaeus' chest, pressing hot silken skin against smooth, granite muscle. "Oh, Gods…!"
Timaeus smirked, and he knew he'd found the one spot Yugi could never deny him. "Did I find it?"
Yugi's pleasure-glazed eyes glared. But he yelped when Timaeus curled his fingers. "Oh Ra—A-Ah—Mut—Ahh—Holy… B-Bastet… Ah!" Ecstasy spiked through Yugi's core, robbing him of all voice and coherent through.
Timaeus smirked, feeling immensely proud. "I must have if you've slipped into your native tongue." He teased and kissed his little one's cheek, red and hot and sweaty with bliss. "How does that feel, love?" He arched his fingers and thrust at a new angle.
The moan of pleasure was the only answer Yugi could muster.
"Tell me," Timaeus softly commanded, fingers twisting. Yugi nearly collapsed, his eyes rolling and his voice abandoning him.
"Tell me?" Timaeus sang melodically, sounding far too happy.
Yugi barely recognized the words. "G… G-Good…" he mumbled a broken, plausible sound—the only one his fogged mind could remember coherently. "So… good…"
Timaeus grinned. "I am pleased."
What could've been a moment or a lifetime later, Timaeus slipped his fingers free.
Yugi whined vocally, body aching as it enclosed around emptiness. So empty it hurt. His body was screaming to be touched, all quivering limbs and quaking thighs
His wish was granted.
Gathering Yugi into his arms, Timaeus captured him in a kiss that set his skin afire—and then he sank into his body. Breath froze in Yugi's throat. His body protested weakly as it yielded and stretched. It took all his will not to scream. Then his body constricted and he felt it—the blunt pressure of Timaeus filling him and spreading him wide. It was too much, all these contradicting sensations. The overwhelming pain of being stretched crashed against the unbearable pleasure of being filled. He felt exposed and vulnerable and wholly uncertain. Was this sex? How was he supposed to feel pleasure from this?
Trembling hands reached for Timaeus' shoulders, clenching fiercely. He panted, trying desperately to endure. He rested his forehead against Timaeus' chest. The closeness magnified his scent—sea salt, fresh cool water, and pomegranates. Always pomegranates.
Pleading, desperate eyes prickled with confused tears. "It hurts," came a low pained hiss. Legs quivering with uncertainty, Yugi looked away, embarrassed by how weak he sounded.
Timaeus lifted his face, brushed a kiss over his forehead, and slid one arm underneath the small of his back. "I know, but fear not, my sweet—the pain you feel now will not last long. And after tonight, you will never feel it again," he promised, soft as a kiss.
Yugi relaxed, feeling comforted. For a long, heavy moment they lied there, unmoving. The tendons in Timaeus' shoulder were so tight, Yugi felt them through his skin and massaged them gently. Timaeus shuddered with a starving groan. Yugi looked up and shuddered. Timaeus gazed down at him both eyes blazing. There was a kind of beast there, but he kept it locked away even as it beat savagely at its bars. Experimentally, Yugi tried rolling his hips. Timaeus squeezed his eyes shut and pinned him down by his wrists, his hips bucking heavily against Yugi's, pushing deeper and making Yugi yelp with a shuddering moan.
Timaeus held him still. Yugi's softness gripped him so tightly the scorching heat was almost painful. Beneath him, Yugi panted rapidly, his body yielding and clenching in soft, burning caresses—slight and quick and enticing him to move. The beast inside him was alive and ravenous but he dared not release it, no matter how fierce its hunger savaged through his blood, demanding he take his pleasure and ravish his consort like a dragon claimed his mate. All he had to do was move: thrust. Take. Claim. Own.
Yugi whimpered and gradually, he came back to his senses. Even the tiniest wanton sounds and his entire body tightened with arousal. With a nervous smile, Yugi willed himself to relax. Timaeus made no effort to untangle himself from Yugi's body. Instead, he ran a ghostly hand down his side, gently cupped the flesh of Yugi's bottom and kneaded it. Yugi's whimpers turned to moans and he spread his thighs wider. Timaeus settled between them and arched slightly. Again, Yugi moaned, hips squirming, wanting more.
With a delighted smirk and warm eyes, Timaeus drew back his hips and thrust forward. Yugi gasped in breathless surprise. The action sent him sprawling. He grinned, gathered up the lithe boy, and started a slow sensual pace. He moved like he fought—gracefully and with flawless precision. He was gentle at first, thrusting slow in rolling and rhythmic patterns before building rapidly—graduating into long, deep, sensual strokes that had Yugi writhing.
Yugi trembled as Timaeus moved against him, caressing his insides with all the gentleness of a tender lover, but it wasn't enough. The restraint was evident in Timaeus' eyes, his resolve cracking the deeper he was sheathed in Yugi's tight, scorching heat.
It did not go unnoticed. Yugi felt Timaeus shudder inside him. Desperately, he hiked his thighs against Timaeus' granite hips and arched upward. Timaeus seized them at once and held him secure. Opening his eyes, he stared up at Timaeus, dazed and pleading, and saw the beast there—clawing, growling, demanding to be free, and the mask of the Man trying to contain it. Never in all his life had Yugi felt such desire.
"Please." The command was weak, but the mask of reserve cracked.
Timaeus stared—then his lips quirked. "… Are you sure?"
To his surprise, Yugi smirked. Violet eyes, darkened by desire, flashed with an impish grin he knew all too well. Yugi's answer was a short, simple kiss. "Make love to me, Timaeus. Make me yours," he whispered then added with a harsh, barely-audible promise like the hymn of a sacred prayer. "Only yours."
The cage inside Timaeus broke and the beast raged. "As you wish."
He shuddered with delight when Timaeus snatched his hands and pinned them in place. Yugi protested the rough treatment with a yelp, even as he shuddered in anticipation and awakened excitement. He caught Timaeus' gaze, his ravenous smirk—beaming pride and delirious hunger. A curl of lust was blazing in his eyes—a beast that chilled Yugi's bones and set fire to his blood. His body was singing, screaming for this man's touch, not pleading but demanding to feel the rush of skin against skin. With a muttered oath, Timaeus sank into Yugi's body with a single, powerful thrust.
Yugi shrieked with pleasure and lifted his hips to meet Timaeus' pace. In counter, Timaeus thrust faster, took him harder until their bodies shifted and the wood creaked. His reward was the most delicious collection of mewls and syllables, and the sensual, sultry way that soft, sweet body molded perfectly against his. So soft, and sweet, and oh so tight.
Watching Yugi writhe beneath him, hearing him shriek in absolute pleasure, feeling that scorching heat constricting him… Timaeus devoured it all. Yugi cried out and snapped his hips sharply. White, hit euphoria exploded behind his eyes and his whole body shuddered with delight. Grinning maniacally in victory, Timaeus pinioned Yugi's biceps, and rutted furiously into the boy beneath him, alternating his angles until Yugi was a writhing, whimpering, wanting, wailing mess beneath his rough loving.
With no intention of stopping, Yugi reached for his husband, tightened his thighs and arched his hips, thrusting slightly. Timaeus broke the kiss to groan and growl. Yugi mewled in delight, and arched his hips again. His walls clenched Timaeus tightly—scorching heat and thick, pulsing flesh. He felt it growing harder inside him. He shuddered at the sensation, moaned, and he rolled his hips, determined to recapture it. Each thrust rung a cry of pleasure from him but it wasn't enough—not when Timaeus was still holding back.
"Please…" It was a demand, not a plea, and spiked with breathless fervor. "Gods, please!"
With it, the beast fully ravaged. Timaeus let it consume him and with a growl of ruthless abandon, Timaeus slid his arms under Yugi's knees, hiked them up and arched at a new angle.
Ecstasy spiked Yugi's core. His knees buckled and hips rolled, independent of his will—frantic and wild and unable to match Timaeus relentless love-making.
"Don't stop," Yugi whispered as Timaeus pinned him down and slid inside him—kissing him between hard thrusts and guttural moans. "Oh please don't stop—"
Timaeus thrust again and again, slamming pleasure into him, over and over until Yugi gave himself up to it. White-hot bliss exploded behind Yugi's eyes, overwhelming him and he allowed it. Allowed the warmth to envelope him and the wild beast his husband became in his arms to swallow him.
Husband. It was the first time Yugi had truly said it. Accepted it. Embraced it. Yes, this man was his husband. Only he would ever get to see him like his, experience this. Only him—and no one else. That fact drove him mad with pleasure. He looked into Timaeus' eyes—dazed and drunken green and pearl met his own lust-fogged violet.
Yugi's hands found his face and pulled him into a hard kiss.
He writhed in Timaeus' arms, his back slammed against the mattress, and the bed creaked. Sweat glistened over his skin and his mouth opened in a voiceless scream. He voiced his pleasure in rhythmic gasps and moans he couldn't stop. Each thrust left him drunk and delirious and Timaeus drank it all like a thirsty demon.
Timaeus groaned with the effort, but need drove him—the need to take this boy harder and deeper, the need to spill his seed and claim him as his own, the need to watch him come undone and fall into bliss in his arms. He growled and with domineering strength, he gripped Yugi's hips, leaving fingerprints where only he would see them and warned him with a powerful thrust. Wild emerald-and-pearl eyes darkened with lust, gazing into penetrating violet. He gazed down at his young lover and saw the happiness there, eyes blazing with delight and desire. Timaeus' hands slithered to his wrists. Their fingers wove together and stayed like that for the rest of the night. His bracelets clicked with each thrust and Timaeus beamed with pride. He loved the way those gold and silver bracelets shimmered against Yugi's skin like shiny brands, reminding all that Yugi was his.
They made love wildly. Timaeus thrust deep and Yugi's vision went dark then burst white and for a second, his world was noonday bright. Swift, debilitating pleasure rushed from inside him and he gasped in meek desperation. "No—" He shook his head, too weak to scream. Not yet, oh please not yet—
Timaeus understood, and with a burst of speed and strength and invigorating gentleness, he stroked Yugi's pride free and drove into him harder. Yugi cried out his name.
"Tim—" It was lost on his lips. Yugi choked on a breath, the pressure building too quickly and gave way to white hot bliss.
"Timaeus!"
His vision went white. Ecstasy rolled off him in waves. His release came quickly with a cry of completion. Timaeus responded and caught him around the waist as he collapsed, boneless and spent. Through the haze of completion, Yugi saw the gleam of possessiveness in Timaeus' eyes and he kissed him tenderly. Yugi moaned loudly, his insides still tight and his body so very sensitive. Touches and kisses electrified his skin like dozens of tiny sparks. He coveted it like a drowning man.
Timaeus responded by wrapping his arms around his little one and kissing him with fiery abandon. Strong arms held him still as firm hips rutted into his over-sensitized body once more. He slowed his pace but did not stop. His thrusts gentled down. His own release arrived too quickly for his liking, and he threw his head back with a roar of satisfaction. His reward was Yugi's softest, sweetest moan yet.
And when he reached the moment of his pleasure, he said Yugi's name in a cry of completion. The warm, liquid pleasure filling his insides was something Yugi could only described as fullness. He shuddered, moaning. Cool, damp pleasure flooded his insides with a rush like a flood released in the desert. His fingers trembled and slipped from Timaeus' fingers, but Timaeus caught them, still inside him—still filling him with the evidence of his love.
Then his wobbly arms failed him and Timaeus plopped on his lithe little lover. Limbs weak and bodies spent, they lied there, panting—eyes locked and clouded with bliss. They rolled over, Timaeus on his back and Yugi sprawled across his chest, his damp hair falling about his shoulders. He lied like that, pressing his cheek to the chiseled chest he loved so much. It vibrated when Timaeus tiredly chuckled. A hand rose to stroke Yugi's back—the other to play with his hair.
"Not bad for your first time," he teased, but Yugi was too drunk on his euphoria to retort. Instead, he giggled and snuggled deeper into the rich, bronzed chest and once more started tracing the scars with a feathery finger. Timaeus hummed contently and Yugi sighed in bliss.
"Passion, freedom, excitement… All within hours of our wedding revel," Yugi said dazedly. For the first time in years, he felt weightless… calm… happy.
"Have I kept my promise, then?" Timaeus quirked a brow, asking.
Yugi laughed mirthfully. "You have." He kissed his cheek. "And more. I thought my heart was going to burst."
"Mine as well," Timaeus agreed, petting the soft hair and stroking Yugi's spine. His skin was warm like sand baked by the Kemet sun. He smelt of sand and salt water and lotus and pomegranates—something that was richly, uniquely Yugi.
He was reluctant to leave it. Against his own will, Timaeus shifted, bracing on his arms and retracted his hips slowly. He stopped when Yugi yelped.
With a small grunt of discomfort and a pout of displeasure, Yugi plopped on his chest, asking quietly, "Is it over now?"
"I'm afraid it has to be," Timaeus whispered sadly, and gripped Yugi's hips to move him again but Yugi clenched his hands tightly.
"No!" He disagreed immediately. Though his thighs ached and he already felt the sharp pain riding up his spine, just the thought of this ending filled him with more anguish than a thousand nights in pain ever could. "Please, not now! Not yet…" His lips quivered achingly. Not when I've only just tasted this.
Caught in the pleading gaze like a small bird transfixed by a snake, Timaeus almost conceded to the tiny pouting lip and the desperate dying hope in those beautifully-wet eyes. It would be so easy to concede, to surrender and give his little one what he wanted. Already, those soft thighs were cushioning his hips. Already, warm wet heat clenched his pride and urged the beast, tempting him to surrender and take his pleasure as fiercely and as many times as he wanted. From the mischievous glint behind his tears, that was exactly what the little sprite wanted.
Timaeus frowned and shook his head. He knew very well his minx's tricks. "That will not work on me, you clever little imp."
The sad pleasing look dropped to an annoyed pout. Yugi plopped against him and crossed his arms defiantly. Timaeus swallowed a laugh and sat up just enough to meet Yugi's disgruntled face. "Do not give me that look," he gently warned. He seized Yugi's hips and lifted him off him. His member slid wetly from the other's tight heat—though not without reluctance. Yugi whimpered visibly and slumped boneless into Timaeus' lap. "You are already going to be sore tomorrow because it was your maidenhead I severed."
Dissatisfied with the answer, Yugi evaded his hands and stayed atop him. "I'm not fragile. I can stand it." He rolled his hips to illustrate his point. Pain hissed up his spine but he ignored it. A long, marvelous night awaited him and he would not be denied it because his body was incompliant.
Timaeus growled warningly, but Yugi heard the desire in there. "I will not cause you any more pain than I must," he insisted, frowning.
His frustration building, Yugi snapped. "Fine! If you won't, I will do it myself." With no other thought in his head, he kissed Timaeus' jaw and down his throat and pressed their bodies together—a collision of hot silken skin and smooth muscle. Evidence of their desire hung flush between them and Timaeus felt Yugi press against his stomach.
He growled, but Yugi ignored it and supported his shoulders. He lifted his hips until he felt that same hardness teasing his entrance and lowered himself. He missed and tried again. He missed again and his cheeks burned. His own inexperience came shuttering and in mortified frustration, he tried for a third time, only for Timaeus to grab his hips and hold him still. Yugi meant to growl in protest then shivered at the sight of eyes—of those hot, blazing emerald and pearl eyes and the beast restrained behind a glass cage. One he caught in glimpses and only when his lover was in the throngs of desire. Yugi relished his gaze. Using the steadiness to his advantage, he grabbed Timaeus' already-thickening hardness and positioned himself.
Those tan hands squeezed his thighs and Yugi pushed down, gasping as his body swallowed Timaeus' member. His gasp became a strangled moan as he was finally seated. The new position was filling him more completely than he ever thought possible and brushed the place that made his whole body shudder. His eyes never left Timaeus'. The beast was wild and savage in those eyes and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to release it. To watch Timaeus come undone.
The man growled and squeezed his hips with bruising strength. "Stop," his commanded with a restrained hiss. "I won't… You're going to be sore," he tried to explain but words stumbled from his lips in half-drunken syllables. "I won't have… you hurt yourself for my sake."
Yugi stopped at once, and pinned him with his hands and eyes.
"I'm your consort! Do you know what that means?" Yugi demanded. There was no anger in his voice, only blunt brutal honesty and—in the briefest flicker of his eyes—hope. "It means that you are mine and I am yours. I will never come to harm in your presence because I know you will never hurt me. And I don't ever want you to be afraid to be yourself around me because you think it will somehow wound me." He stopped his ministrations at once and hugged the man tight. All his emotions were pouring out into his words and Timaeus was too stunned to do anything else but listen. "When we're alone like this, just you and me, I don't want you to restrain yourself. Do not hold yourself back. I'm not some fragile doll you need to shelter and protect. I'm your consort. If you cannot trust yourself with me then who will you trust?"
Timaeus stared at him, stunned. Silence followed the bold decoration and his mind scrambled with thoughts. Yugi smiled lovingly at him and kissed his cheek. Timaeus frowned sadly and cupped his cheek. "I could hurt you."
"No, you won't," Yugi insisted. "I'll show you." He rolled his hips, grinding their hips together, and lifted himself slowly. The drag of that thick, pulsing flesh hardening inside him drove Yugi wild. He lifted his hips and sank down slowly, building a slow, sensual pace. His gaze locked with Timaeus'. The man watched him with ardent eyes, half-lidded and wild, as Yugi rode him gently. There was no urgency in the union and Yugi enjoyed the control. His eyes never left his husband's—vacant of apprehension and guilt, but still holding on to the slightest sliver of restraint.
"Don't hold back," Yugi commanded, more breath than substance. He rolled his hips as he descended. He felt Timaeus buck beneath him and he smirked. He did it again, faster, and found the same result. He quickened his pace, rising and falling on his husband's glorious clock until it thickened and stretched. The coil of pleasure wound so tight he thought it would burst. "I'm yours," he moaned again. "Just…" Without slowing, he placed his hands on Timaeus', still gripping his thighs, and whispered the phrase like it was an ancient prayer. "Let go."
With a muttered oath, Timaeus seized his arms, pulling out as he did so, and forced his entire arousal inside Yugi.
The boy screamed.
"Stubborn little imp," Timaeus cursed, the beast wild and untamable in his eyes. "I warned you."
Yugi pushed himself up shakily and met his eyes, smirking. "Do I look like I mind?"
"Stubborn," Timaeus cursed, still throbbing. He drove into Yugi without rhythm—hard, undiluted thrusts that had Yugi screaming. "What have you done to me?"
Lost in the combined euphoria of pain and pleasure, Yugi barely heard the words and gave himself up to the rough, relentless pace. "I could… ask you… ah! ... t-the same thing… I was never like this… until I m-met you…" He shakily chuckled, feeling cocky. "Have I… u-unlocked… the beast?"
The confidence in those eyes made Timaeus burn with pride and shrivel with absolute fury. Oh yes—only Yugi could unlock this side of him; see the mask and had the sheer audacity to pull it off, consequences be damned. And that made Yugi feel more powerful than any God.
But Timaeus was not one to let the game end so quickly. He pinned Yugi's wrists to the bed, locked their gazes, and thrust inside him so quick and with such force that tears pricked Yugi's eyes and he screeched in delirious and absolute delight.
"Oh no, my feisty… fiery… haughty little beauty…" he sang with grunts, puncturing each compliment with another vicious thrust. "I… am no beast."
"W-What—?" Yugi asked, barely registering the words through the haze of pleasure.
Timaeus thrust again—harder, more demanding and impatient than the others. "I'm something far more dangerous… and powerful… than a simple, mindless beast." He stopped suddenly and Yugi whimpered loudly, body shaking with anticipation and dissatisfaction. The coils in his belly were twisting and curling and tightening to be released.
Timaeus lifted him onto his lap, holding him just high enough to look down into his smirking eyes. "I'm a dragon."
He thrust up and Yugi broke. The coil snapped and with his loudest scream yet, he climaxed hard—the force so strong it rendered him immobile, and he slumped boneless into Timaeus' arms. The man twisted their bodies again until Yugi was once more beneath him and sexed him to his own completion.
His body still over-sensitized and over-stimulated, Yugi whimpered and clenched down on the organ still invading him and that was all it took. Timaeus roared into his climax, very much like the ancient, angry dragon he proclaimed to be. Yugi absorbed every drop, clenching his thighs tighter to keep Timaeus from moving until his body was milked dry.
They panted terribly, neither looking away. Timaeus wove their fingers together and kissed Yugi's hands. The boy moaned. "Don't stop," he begged, breathless. "Oh, please, Tim, don't stop."
Timaeus' response was a deep chuckle vibrating both their bodies. "Insatiable thing, aren't you?" he playfully scolded.
Reading him well, Yugi arched up his hips. It was weaker than before and not as forceful, but it was enough.
Timaeus groaned, defeated, but not unpleased. "Fine," he snapped, rough with want. "I will take you and make love to you again and again as many times as you can stand it," he promised. In an act of aggression and love, he pinned Yugi flat against the bed and entered him in a single, unrelenting thrust. Their earlier release and oils made the entry quick and clean like a sword in a sheath. Yugi half-screamed, half-moaned, and panted wildly. His body was already warm and wet and waiting for him.
"But…" he hissed warningly, eyes mad and wild with lust. "If I hear a single complaint out of you come morning..." He arched his hips and thrust up hard, illustrating the threat.
Yugi nearly arched off the bed. When he dropped, it was a full minute before his spirit returned to his body. "… Is that a promise?" he whispered, eyes bright with challenge.
Timaeus smirked. "Oh, yes." He kissed him hard and rolled them over, making love wildly and with no rhythm or cohesion but their own.
That night, Yugi thought he'd known all the masks his husband wore, only to learn he'd been gravely mistaken.
Oh, no. They were not masks, but him—all of them—and right now, his husband was the Dragon. Yugi learned that night—in every way the Knight was loyal, the Rogue was charming, the Man was kind, and the Lover was passionate—that the Dragon was unrelenting.
Its finslly done and poated( died to the sound of an angel choir and ascends to heaven) You have no idea how long i have waited to do this one...
I won't bore you with the details but i finished it weeks ago, wrote the first drafts YEARS ago, and edited it so many times to make it perfect...and I feel it truely fits the both of them perfectly...especially Timaeus being a dragon and Yugi a horny little imp who should learn to listen... ;)
But in all seriousness...58 chapters...to get to the lemon...I'm pretty sure thats a new record!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
As always read, review, critique, comment and go nuts!
Next updste in two weeks (possibly sooner if i get the third chap done!)
NEXT TIME: The Redemancy has begun, a bond is building and thr witnesses are celebrating, but not all of them.