Phew! Got this one up a little later than i intended but it and the next few chapters went through some massive edits that I am personally very proud of-and this one only took about one day to do (editing became tricky but i was so proud I finished he chap in roughly a day-who cares i was up until 3:30 in the morning ^^)

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Chapter LX: Bond

Yugi sank down into the sheets, unsure if he should be angered or delighted. He hissed again and tried shifting to a new position. Nothing worked. He rolled onto his belly and closed his eyes but sleep would not come. He was suddenly grateful for the balm Rhebekka provided—and Timaeus for applying it. His bottom stung slightly and his back ached with every movement. His thighs were throbbing, the bones in his hips creaked, and his legs refused to work.

Frustratingly, he propped himself up against the pillows—his lower half punishing him for it—and unwove the silks from his legs. Carefully, his fingers traced the invisible lines Timaeus had made with his lips: the imprints of kisses necklaced his collar, nips littered his skin. Oh Ra, he wished Timaeus had not been so free with his teeth, and even less with his hands. Tracing the damage with his fingers, he followed the touches down to his sides, his hips, his calves, his thighs. He hissed and pulled them back. With a herculean effort, he forced his thighs apart. Oh, holy Bast and all her children, were those bruises? He blushed. His thighs were a mess of kisses and fingerprints. Marks, he realized, marks were only Timaeus' eyes would see.

He shivered with a giddy sort of pride. Or perhaps it was pleasure. Perhaps it was both. He shivered again when the silk sheets brushed his still sensitive skin. For the first time, he noticed his nakedness and blushed. His eyes fished for something to wear. He slipped from the bed and stood on wobbly legs, his back protesting, and carefully made his way to the wooden chest in the corner—another wedding gift, to hold the others. Silks, dressings and new clothes had all been part of his dowry.

He dropped to his knees. With a titanic effort, he forced the lid open and ran his fingers through the plethora of clothes and colors. A breeze swept through the window, biting his skin and Yugi shivered. His fingers brushed something soft and he grabbed it and quickly pulled it over his head. It was a wool shift: soft and warm and covered him to just below his thighs. With a contented sigh, Yugi crawled back into bed with a moan of pure relief. Soft feathers and silks absorbed his sore weight.

Then a smile tugged at his lips and he giggled.

They had made love. He and Timaeus.

Not just bedded, but truly made love. And it had been wonderful. Off came the shackles of restraint and gone were all their doubts and fears as they opened and bared themselves completely to the other. It had been terrifying and exhilarating, nerve-wracking and inspiring. Happy, freeing, confusing and invigorating all at once. Even more so when coupled with his confession, and he meant every word. He, Yugi, Habibi Ujalah, Prince of Kemet and youngest of all his siblings was in love with Timaeus. Fearsome, ferocious, notorious Timaeus in whose arms he'd come alive in.

Blushing and giggling, Yugi leaned back against the bed and listed his wrists, admiring the way the gold and silver bracelets sparkled in the morning sun: gold for the day he was married, silver for the day he was bedded, and all the struggles and compromises in between. Slowly, his eyes started to droop, triggering what felt like a lifetime of memories.

How long had it been since they married, since they met? A month, maybe two, at best a season? Was that really all it had been? Yugi had lost count of the days. He no longer cared to do so. He was a man wedded and bedded: nothing else mattered. Nothing, but the man his heart yearned for and who he was waiting ever so patiently to return.

A smile laced across his lips and curled Yugi's cheeks. "I really do love that man."

He slid down into the sheets and rolled onto his side. Tugging the sheets and furs about his shoulders, he closed his eyes and let the warmth consume him.

His skin was still tingling from Timaeus' kisses.

X

Timaeus found Yugi curled up beneath the furs and smiled.

Setting the plate down, he slid across the bed and admired his beautiful bride's sleeping face: his sweet smile, his serene eyes, the way his nose twitched and his delicate bangs feathered his cheeks. He brushed a hand through the soft tresses and placed a lock behind Yugi's ears. The touch was soft, ghost-like, but Yugi felt it and his eyes opened slowly.

He blinked slowly and met his eyes with a sleepy smile. Saying nothing, Timaeus pulled the sheets away. To his disappointment, Yugi was wearing a shift. The dark wool hid the beautiful softness of his curves and teased him with flashes of his naked thighs. Undoing his belt, he slipped off his robes and slide Yugi's body between his: their eyes never leaving the others'.

He kissed him then and Yugi responded. His arms found Timaeus neck and held him tight. Moaning as those strong hands ran up and down the curves of his body and finally settled around the small of his back. His knees quaked and his thighs parted slightly, urging the man between them, the flesh still tender. Timaeus responded and shifted his body upwards brushing their hips together. His reward was the most delectable sounds he'd ever heard Yugi make: a fusion of mewls, moans and delighted sighs that spoke only of rapture.

"Timaeus," Yugi said sometime later. His voice heavy and all breath.

"Hmm?" the man asked, brushing his chin and cheek against Yugi's soft hair.

"Please," he begged, hands reaching out desperately. "I want you inside me."

He hesitated. The Dragon inside tamed by the other's touch, he took the boy's hand in his and kissed his knuckles. "You need to rest, love," he said sadly and with no small amount of disappointment.

Yugi bristled with displeasure and pushed himself up. Crawling into the man's lap, he wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him hard. He tasted the other's desire, as well as his restrain. Oh, why did he have to worry so much? Didn't he know the pain was such a minuscule thing compared to the rapture he invoked in him?

"I want you to," he whispered in his ear and kissed him again. To his pleasure Timaeus responded, his strong hands grabbing Yugi's hips and pulling him closer.

"Please," he said in a last seductive whisper.

With a sigh, the man relented. He reached for the balm Rhebekka had so generously gifted and spread it over his fingers. "I'll be gentle," he promised in a husky whisper.

Yugi nodded and pressed his forehead to the man's shoulder. His back arched slightly as those fingers probed his entrance. A moan he couldn't suppress escaped him. Timaeus slipped his finger inside and twisted, digging deeper and willing the younger to relax. Yugi's knees quaked beneath him, his thighs quivered in Timaeus' hands. Another finger found its way inside and his spine arched back then forward like a serpents.

"You enjoyed that, did you not?" Timaeus teased. Yugi nodded, his hair rubbing against Timaeus cheek, and his hands tightening their hold. A lifetime later Timaeus pulled away and they dropped back to the bed. Kissing and touching until a sharp pain raced up his back and Yugi yelped with a hiss.

Timaeus stopped at once. He pulled away then chuckled. "Seems you need more time to recover." There was an unsurprising glint in his eye.

Yugi pouted disappointment heavy in his stomach.

Timaeus kissed his cheek and turned the boy to face him. "It's alright," he said, each word holding a husky edge. "Just because we cannot make love does not mean I cannot do other things to please you."

He laid the boy gently across the bed and pushed up his shift not bothering to remove it. Kisses suddenly littered his chest. Fingers rose to tease his sides. Yugi giggled and moaned as the kisses dipped lower—the warm mouth moving to engulf his breast. A hand rose to tease the other.

"After all," he could hear the gentle reassurance in the words as well as the wicked promise "We have days for our Redamancy." He concluded the promise with one slow precise lash of his tongue.

Yugi all but jumped out of his skin at that. Timaeus had done some truly amazing things to his body last night, but none had lit so sudden and shocking a fire inside him as that one lick just had. Hands rising instinctively, he braced them on Timaeus' shoulders subconsciously pulling him closer as that warm, wonderful mouth continued to devour his chest. His finger slid down the valley between Yugi's breasts and his kisses dipped lower.

Groaning, Yugi clutched at his shoulders. Every breath was a hum of pleasure. When his hands moved and lifted his hips, Yugi went willingly leaning into his touch and mouth. Hands slide to the junction between his thighs, stroking tenderly then sneaking behind to cup his bottom and kneading the flesh there.

Yugi gasped his next moan. His arms straightened and his nails sank into the bronzed flesh. The heat of him burned across Yugi's skin and stroked the embers of desire to life within him. His response was a shuddering moan: thighs quivering and eager. Kisses dipped between them.

Yugi shrieked with delight. Obediently, his thighs spread wider and his fingers grabbed fistfuls of silver-black hair. Growling in response, Timaeus squeezed the flesh of his bottom tighter. One arm wrapped about his waist and hoisted Yugi up, spreading him flush across the bed sheets and under the mercy of his gaze.

Flushed and panting, Yugi shivered under the blazing heat of his stare. His eyes burning with something more than just admiration.

"Beautiful," he said in a low, breathless rasp. The word was a whisper on his lips. A wisp that brushed across Yugi's skin and set his body shivering. Then Timaeus moved backward like a retreating predator. His gaze flowing to the valley between his knees.

With a blush of understanding and bashfulness, Yugi tried to close his legs, but Timaeus grabbed his knees and slid between them. His gaze locked with Yugi's and the boy found himself paralyzed under the intensity burning in those eyes. His whole body flushed, hot, vermilion, and wanton.

"So beautiful," Timaeus cupped his cheeks and kissed him fully.

Yugi sank into his arms returning the kiss. Pulling the other back with him, they fell to the bed: his hard, bronzed body flushed against his soft, tender flesh, the heat of him burning even through the thick shift. Evidence of his desire pressed hotly against his own and instinctively, Yugi's hips moved against him.

Timaeus broke the kiss but instead of retreating, he slid back on his haunches and kissed his way down Yugi's belly. Kissed his way down his thighs. Kissed his way to the one place Yugi longed to be touched the most. Experienced hands slid over Yugi's hips and held them in place. A liquid touch between his thighs made Yugi jerk. The damp heat of Timaeus' tongue lathed his skin and then—

A cry chocked Yugi's throat.

Yugi felt his tongue slip inside him. Again, he cried out. He felt it: slick and wet and hot and—

"Oh Gods!"

And then with a single, precise lick as his only warning, Timaeus devoured him.

Yugi's thighs clenched around his shoulders, but Timaeus held them firm. Desperate for some support, Yugi grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled. Surged by the action, Timaeus lashed his tongue faster, sucked his soft, wet flesh harder. Yugi arched his back with a shudder of impossible delight. Heat flooded through his entire body robbing him of thought and voice and stability.

His entire body shuddering under the weight of such intense pleasure, he gave himself up to it and let Timaeus' glorious mouth work him to his completion. Bolts of pleasure flooded from his groin, warm heat settled and coiled tight in his belly and finally—

"TIMAEUS!"

With that final shriek, Yugi slumped boneless to the bed.

A moment later, he heard a harsh, heavy groin and slowly opened his eyes. Timaeus stood over him the other's figure distorted in the haze of passion and pleasure. His skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat and his eyes were wild and blazing, a mad, shimmering emerald and a cool, calm pearl.

He leaned forward and placed a sweet, sweaty kiss to Yugi's brow. "Sleep, love," he commanded gently, collapsing at his lover's side.

For once in their marriage, Yugi obeyed without argument.

X

Shifting sleepily, atop his husband, Yugi yawned and raised his head to peer at the window. He was not sure how long he'd slept—lying against his husband in shameless splendor—but the drawn back curtains reflected the darkening purple and scarlet lights of twilight.

If Yugi had not been grateful for the reprieve from sex before, he was now. He shifted to his knees and bent his back, arching not unlike a cat. He found his limbs looser, his back not so tight, and the pain in his lower half that had immobilized him before withered to a dull ache. Stretching his arms and back with a loud yawn, he all but shrieked when the ground rumbled beneath him.

Timaeus caught him as he fell, his chest vibrating as he chuckled. "Just awake and already trying to seduce me, you little tease?"

Yugi snorted and playfully swatted his chest. Before he could protest, his stomach roared with hunger. Yugi blushed. When had he last eaten, he wondered? Breakfast on the ship? Dinner the night before? He blushed deeper. How long had they been here—shut away in the privacy of their own personal sanctuary away from time and prying eyes?

Chuckling again, Timaeus grabbed the abandoned tray and set it on the bed between them. "Are you hungry?" he whispered.

Yugi pulled himself up from the sheets, smiling. "Famished."

They divided the meal between them, Yugi devouring everything while Timaeus enjoyed bits and pieces. He poured Yugi a cup of hot tea and spiced it with herbs from Rhebekka's box known to relieve pain, and was insistent Yugi drink it all before his soreness returned. By the end of it, Yugi found himself sitting in Timaeus' lap, and leaning against his broad, warm chest.

"Timaeus…" he asked his face red with a blush.

"Yes?" Timaeus asked, running his hand through Yugi's bangs and twirling the locks about his fingers.

Yugi's blush darkened. "Will it…always be like that?"

Bemused, Timaeus looked curious then nodded with a crooked little grin. "Like what, glykia mou?"

Yugi fingers flexed, his cheeks darkened and his ears flushed pink. "Like…" he struggled for the exact word and the cataclysm it wrought inside him. "Like being washed by a tidal wave when the Nile floods or shooting stars or racing Ra's chariot and just so…wonderful?"

Timaeus face split in a wide, bright-eyed grin, and drew him up in a gentle embrace, silks, furs and all. "Not everyone experiences it the way you did. Some scarcely notice it at all."

Yugi looked stunned. How could you not notice that? "Well, I didn't expect to…" he blushed deeper. "You know."

Timaeus nodded a dash of red coming to his own face. "What…did your sisters tell you?"

Yugi blushed, nodding. "Well, Mut told me that…things like that…don't always happen the first time, but..." His face burned so red he could feel the heat coming from it. "It can if the man is a good lover…so was that you then?"

Timaeus beamed with pride and chuckled. "Sometimes," he said modestly, "But I doubt so." Something glinted in his eyes, something secret and all-telling.

Yugi's eyes widened. "Then…me…was it me? Did I do that?"

Timaeus' answer was sweet kiss. "You're lucky," he whispered. "Not many find that kind of experience their first time."

Yugi's hand found his and their fingers laced. "Perhaps it was both of us then."

"Perhaps." Timaeus chuckled, cupping Yugi's cheek. "I confess I have never felt such rapture before."

Yugi blushed then frowned. He knew it was an unfair question to ask, but ask it he must. "Not even with…her."

Timaeus did not need to ask whom he met. He did not know what to say so he told the truth. "No, little sprite. Not even with her."

It was more than enough and Yugi let himself fall into the man's arms. Timaeus scooped him up and swept him up in a deep, sweet kiss. Yugi leaned up to catch his lips, molding his flesh against the other's and rubbing their naked lower halves together. The friction sent a shiver of pleasure through them both. As intended, Timaeus groaned into the kiss. His hands clasped around Yugi's thin waist and hoisted the boy up, depending the kiss and spreading Yugi's thighs wide across his lap.

A moan of delight was his reward as long fingers trailed up Yugi's knee to his calve, the back of his thighs. "Ohh—ooh" came the scandalous and all too willing voice.

It was Timaeus turn to smirk.

"Does that please you?" his whispered huskily. Yugi looked at him with dazed eyes and nodded mutely. Pleased, Timaeus dipped his fingers once more into the Kuzbarah concoction then slipped them inside his squirming little lover. He tasted the other's lips, swallowing each moan and feeling every shudder as his fingers pushed and probed and prodded deeper. The other hand hiked that damn shifted up Yugi's hips.

Despite the torrent of touches and emotions, he was gentle as he lied his lover down and pulled back his hands.

"Timaeus…" Yugi cocked his head cutely, eyes dropping with desire and his voice confused and almost childlike in its displeasure.

Kissing his lips in sweet chastity, Timaeus pinned Yugi's wrists to the bed and dragged his burning body against the soft, perfect flesh. "Are you ready?" he asked, his eyes half dazed.

Yugi's response was a dreamy-eyed nod. Timaeus brushed back his bangs and kissed his forehead sweetly.

"I'll be gentle," came the final promise and, slowly, he sank into Yugi's body.

Yugi squeaked at once then bit his lip as his body yielded with a twinge of pain. He wasn't used to this. Yes, the balm and preparation had helped immensely, but still his body protested being filled. But why? It was Timaeus inside him! Oh why, did his weak flesh have to protest what his heart and soul so desperately wanted?

Timaeus kissed him still. Once again, Yugi's hands found his shoulders and held tight. Slowly, his body relaxed, even as his husband pushed deeper and deeper until he was fully sheathed. Yugi pulled away to moan: his insides constricted just so but the warm flesh inside him burned away all his doubts and discomforts and once again he felt truly whole and complete.

Timaeus smiled down at him, pleased with the result and arched his hips just slightly. Yugi moaned in response. With a pleased smirk, Timaeus released Yugi's wrists and withdrew his hips, slowly. Then, ever so slowly, he filled him again. Yugi's moans grew louder.

Though the pace never increased in speed or force, it was, if anything, even more intense than anything they had done the night before. From this position, Yugi could feel every movement, every drag of hot flesh against his insides, every push and pulse of that thick heat inside him, every twitch and arch of the man above him. It was an intensity almost too great to comprehend. Every thrust earned a moan from him, every push sent his hands raking down the man's back, every withdraw had him shuddering only to come back with twice as much pleasure. Yugi's moans morphed into a delighted shriek. His tender thighs clenched and bliss white and hot burst behind his eyes.

"T-TIM," it was the only waning he could muster before his pleasure overcame him. He slunk into the man's arms, nails sinking into his shoulders.

The pain and pleasure awoke the Dragon and when Timaeus reached the moment of his own pleasure, it was with a cry of Yugi's name. He shuddered as he came, then stilled for a moment his eyes transfixed with those of the boy beneath him. Then, with great reluctance, he slid himself free and slumped on top of him.

A disgruntle hiss escaped his lips. Yugi came alert in that moment and then he saw them: fresh, red and angry.

"Ah, Tim" he shrieked, mortified with worry. "Your back."

Bemused, Timaeus checked over his shoulders and studied his back. The flesh was red and tender with marks: deep red slashes that hissed from the aftermath of their passion. He stroked his shoulder tenderly and was unable to hold back a loud hiss. The sting, sharp.

Yugi's face drained of color and his eyes flooded with guilt. "Oh Ra! I'm sorry! I—" Guilty tears pricked his eyes and the boy deflated.

Timaeus would have none of it and pulled him up into a kiss.

"I am alright, sweetling," he assured with a smile. "They do not bother me much, see," he fished around in the wooden box Rhebekka has given then and found the clear glass jar filled with leaves shaped like tiny tentacles. Timaeus smirked, popped it open and pulled one out showing it to Yugi. "We use it to treat wounds here." He said squeezing the plant. A cool, clear gelatin dampened his fingers and he spread a generous amount over his back. Wanting to help, Yugi grabbed another one and did the spots he could not reach, flinching every time Timaeus hissed.

He chuckled. "Seems our dear physician friend truly did think of everything."

Yugi blushed, red as a cherry. "I'm sorry." He said again.

"None of that," Timaeus chided, gently. He cupped Yugi's cheek and kissed it. "I told you I don't mind. And besides," his eyes smile laced with a leer like a hungry fox who just spied a leveret. "When one beds a vixen, one must expect her claws."

Yugi blushed and he buried his face in the sheets and furs. Timaeus' pearls of laughter echoed brightly in his ears. A strong hand spun him to his side and captured his lips in a bruising kiss. Seduced at once, Yugi moved to return it—and was devastatingly disappointed when the man pulled away.

The slightest trace of a smirk pulled at his lips and his eyes held a devilish glint. "But if you are truly that repentant," he teased. "I am sure I can think of a way you can make it up to me."

Yugi gasped, once again feeling the hot flesh of his hardness pressing against him, slipping inside him. With a shriek, he felt the other come alive inside him, already starting to move, and Yugi eagerly arched into every thrust.

"And you called me insatiable," Yugi teased, the sound something akin to a shriek and a moan.

"Aye," Timaeus said, pining the other down and arching his hips in a way that had Yugi screaming. "And you, my sweetling, have made a wanton out of me."

I am so glad I decided to rewrite these next few chapters! I think it makes them more realistic and practical and also I REALLY love writing all these sweet romantic scenes between them before the drama escalates ten-fold (and you all know it will-Queen sips her wine-or rather hybiscus tea now-and strokes the Kuri siblings giggling in her lap)

SO ...IMPORTANT FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE NOT SEEN MY PROFILE PAGE-I have decided to EARNESTLY take part in NaNoWriMo this month and get the rough draft of my original novel that has been in progress since I was in high school (so almost ten years-holy shit time does fly) as well as do a creative challenge of writing one poem a day each in a different format. So, as such I will be on FanFiction about 85% less...THIS DOES NOT MEAN STORIES WON'T BE UPDATED! Both This Fic and at the Kings pleasure I plan to use this week to edit and get as many chapters prewritten and finished as I can so I can focus entirely on my original work without stressing out about updates. So Updates will continue to be bi-weekly as edits allow.

NEXT TIME: Timaeus has a few more surprises for Yugi as their redamency continues