Yu-Gi-Oh!

The Return of a King

Chapter 11:

Welcome distractions and more problems

As Atem sat at his desk in his office, flipping through a listing of the museum's current inventory, his head lifted at the sound of light footsteps approaching. Pleased to see that it was Ishizu, he smiled as he stood, moving to embrace her, his arms wrapping around her slender waist as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, nefer?" Atem spoke softly as his hand lightly rubbed her back. "How goes the day so far?"

Resting her head against his shoulder, Ishizu sighed softly, relaxing into him for a moment as she slowly inhaled the scent of his cologne that reminded her in a comforting way of their homeland, smelling faintly of spice, mixed with a hint of what seemed to be the salty air of the Nile Delta as it emptied into the Mediterranean. "Hmm, stressful."

Atem raised a brow as he saw her step back for a moment, only to draw the shades and lock the door. "Perhaps, my King could help me to relieve my stresses…?" Swallowing as she moved toward him once more, Atem could not help the surge of adrenaline that rushed through him as she gripped his tie, her free hand slowly dragging down his chest as her lips grazed his jaw.

"Ishizu…" Atem let out a nervous chuckle as he spoke. "As you sure we should be doing this here?" His words quickly devolved into a deep moan as he felt her grip him through his pants, squeezing lightly before pushing Atem back into his chair and climbing into his lap, her hands slowly combing through his hair.

The moment his brain registered the sensation of her already moist core rubbing against his rapidly hardening shaft, Atem knew that she was currently wearing nothing underneath her dress, a deep chuckle rumbling in his throat. "Why, Ishizu. I would never have guessed you could be so daring."

As her hands cupped his face, Atem looked up into her deep azure eyes, now darkened with desire as his hands slowly slid up her smooth thighs.

"Mm, you do have a certain effect on me, my King…" Climbing from his lap, Ishizu knelt before him, her slender hands making quick work of his belt as she unbuttoned his pants, freeing his now hardened length. Gazing up at her lover, Ishizu grinned as she slowly dragged her tongue up the entire length of his shaft, causing a deep moan to rush past his lips.

"By the Gods, Isis…" His next breath caught in his chest as he felt her engulf him completely, her mouth sinking down to the base of his length, his hearing alerted to a muffled gagging reflex before she slowly bobbed her head, humming softly.

Freeing him with a pop, Ishizu gasped softly as she caught her breath, slowly licking her lips as her slender hand, slowly stroked him for a few torturous moments before she climbed onto his lap once again, her hand slowly guiding him inside her as she bit down on his neck to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

As Ishizu sank down onto him, Atem felt his head fall back against his chair as he pushed her dress up around her hips, his hands moving to cup her backside, a slight groan escaping as he felt her roll her hips slowly. "Fuck, Ishizu…"

As she rolled her hips, Izhizu felt herself constrict around him, filling her completely in a way that she could never have imagined, a soft moan reverberating against his neck. "Oh, Atem… The Gods have surely blessed you. In more ways than one, it would seem…"

As his hands slid up her back, Atem captured her lips in a deep kiss as her hips continued to rock, her core squeezing and caressing him in unimaginably pleasurable ways and, soon enough, Atem felt his Queen constrict tightly around him, her head falling back and exposing her neck in a signal that she was close.

Dipping his head, Atem nipped lightly at her neck as he held her close, their bodies shuddering simultaneously with the force and ecstasy of their shared climax.

Both breathing heavily, Atem pressed a kiss to her neck as he mumbled softly. "Thank you, Ishizu. Not simply for this wonderful distraction, which we both apparently needed, but also for being the one person who understands me for who I truly am. Who I was as Pharaoh, and who I am now. In a way, you helped make me the man I am today. And that, my dearest love, is a debt and a kindness that I can never, but would gladly spend my life, trying to repay."

"And thank you as well, my King. I know your journey to recover your memories was not an easy one, but I am glad that I was able to guide you back to yourself in any way that I could. I am glad beyond measure that the Gods saw fit to return you, not only to life, but to me."

As Atem and Ishizu left the museum for the day, the two had decided to walk back to Ishizu's apartment in order to enjoy not only the nighttime peace of the city, but each other's company as well. As they rounded a corner and moved past an alleyway, Atem saw a flash out of the corner of his eye, accompanied by a soft clicking noise.

Turning to isolate the source, Atem saw through the dim light of the moon, partially obscured by the shadows, the barrel of a gun pointed directly at the two of them. Not wasting a moment, Atem turned to Izhizu, shouting as he tackled her, turning so that he absorbed most of the impact. "Get down!" Unfortunately, the gun had fired just as he'd tackled Ishizu, the bullet ripping through the skin, tissue and bone of his left shoulder.

Thankfully, Ishizu had been left unharmed. Looking toward Ishizu, who was looking at him in shock and terror, Atem yelled for her to run and that he would catch up. Moving back toward him, Ishizu called out for him desperately, vowing that she would not leave him. Atem, not hearing any of this, yelled in Kemetic. "Your King commands you! Go, now!"

As Atem said this, Ishizu felt as if part of her were compelled to obey the former Pharaoh's command. And so, with one last terrified glance, she turned and ran. Once Atem was sure that Ishizu was safely out of sight, he rolled onto his back, a pained groan escaping as he turned to look at their assailant.

As he saw that it was the same man who had made the last attempt on Ishizu's life, Atem's fury grew. Staggering to his feet, Atem fought to remain conscious despite the loss of blood. Laughing hysterically, the man spoke. "Well, well. Look what we have here. Oh, don't worry, Miss Ishtar won't be harmed. Yet. First, I'll take care of you. Then, I'll pay that slut a visit and have some fun with her…"

Hearing this man so clearly threaten Ishizu caused Atem's rage to boil over. Launching himself at the man, Atem threw his fist forward, connecting squarely with the man's jaw. Then, as the man was disoriented, Atem grabbed him by the back of the head with his still working arm and brought his knee up as he shoved the man's head down, forcing back the grin he felt beginning to form as he felt the man's nose shatter against his leg.

As the man lay on the ground, bleeding and clutching his face, Atem growled. "I warned you, fool. Did I not tell you that if I saw you near her again, your death would not be merciful?" Walking toward the man, clutching his shoulder as his arm hung limp at his side, Atem spotted a dagger strapped to the man's belt.

No sooner had he spotted it, than the dagger was in the man's hand, a blinding flash of pain searing across Atem's chest as he felt the blade slash across his torso. Gripping the man's arm, Atem twisted, the knife clattering to the pavement below as Atem slammed the man into the wall of the nearest building, sending him crumpling in a heap to the ground.

Lifting the dagger from the pavement, Atem knelt, driving his knee into the man's chest as he spun the dagger between his fingers. "Now, how should I do this? What would you prefer? How about castration, that's always a classic for scum like you."

As Ishizu reached her apartment, she fumbled for the key and, once she had unlocked the door, ran in and slammed the door behind her, collapsing against it as she fell to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest as she sobbed, praying that Atem would make it back safely.

Hauling himself to his feet, Atem beheld the sight of the now screaming man for a moment before he tore off a piece of his shirt, pressing it into his wounded shoulder with a hiss of pain to stop the bleeding as he stumbled from the alley, his only thought being of Ishizu and making it back to her. He had to let her know that he was alright.

Reaching her apartment about ten minutes later, Atem used his good arm to brace himself against the wall as he called out. "Ishizu, it's me." As the door opened, Atem barely registered being yanked inside by Ishizu, the door slamming and locking behind him as she collapsed into his chest, beginning to sob again.

Bracing his back against the door, Atem simply held her close with his good arm as he rubbed her back, whispering reassuring words, telling her that he was alright. "It's okay, Ishizu. I'm here. It'll take a hell of a lot more than that to keep me from you." Looking up at him, Ishizu cupped his cheek as she spoke through choked breaths.

"You reckless idiot, I was so worried!" Glancing at Atem, Ishizu first noticed the gash across his chest, then the hole in his shoulder. "Oh, Ra. Atem, you're hurt! We need to get you to the hospital."

Shaking his head in the negative, Atem motioned for her to help him to the sofa. As she led him over to it, he sat down heavily before telling her what he needed. "I'll need a needle and thread, if you have them. And a pair of tweezers, as well. Oh, and alcohol would be excellent."

As Ishizu left to get him what he needed, Atem tore off what was left of his shirt. Once Ishizu had returned, he grabbed the bottle of alcohol and, popping the cork, he took a few heavy gulps before pouring a small amount over the wound in his shoulder, gasping heavily. "Oh, this is going to hurt. Never thought I'd actually have to do this, but thank Sekhmet that some movies these days offer at least a small amount of practical emergency medical techniques."

Taking the tweezers, Atem slipped them into the hole in his shoulder, wiggling them slightly until he found the projectile, pulling it from his shoulder with a groan as Ishizu threaded the needle. Taking the needle, Atem began the slow process of stitching the wound shut. Once he'd finished with that, Atem smiled toward her. "You should get some sleep, my love. Don't worry, I'll be here in the morning." Taking her hand, Atem gently pulled her down into a kiss. "I love you, Ishizu."

A/N: Wow, that ended up being a lot darker than I originally planned. I also purposefully left Atem's actions concerning the assailant ambiguous so that each reader could come up with their own version of what happened. Still, I hope you all liked it. And, always remember; never try to attempt to dig anything like a bullet from yourself unless you are a trained medical professional. I only had Atem do it because, if he had gone to the hospital, there would have been far too many questions asked.

Nefer – the Ancient Egyptian word for 'beautiful'.