Lion of Egypt

Lion of Egypt

Summary: Shadi feels awful about breaking his engagement to Ishizu and so puts the terms of their old relationship on his new one. However, Rishid has other plans and devices a way to make the young man crack.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh. If I did…*begins to laugh evilly*
Warning: Woot!
Author’s Note: First person that later switches to third person. Don’t worry. Smut is coming.

Shadi

The morning’s here are so cold. Especially with the air conditioner turned up. I’m already dressed, but the short sleeves don’t do me very good. As I pour myself some tea I don’t know why I still persist in wearing colors that were made for the high desert, for archeological digs, but I think it’s because deep down, I love khaki’s and shades of white.

And mainly because he does too.

He washing off plates, looking at the plates so intensely. We can’t really look each other in the eyes since we announced that…

She didn’t take it well. She called us sinners and that we were going to hell and that neither Ra nor Allah would allow such blasphemy. I understand how she feels. I could feel that she loved me and I loved her too in a way, but not like the way she wanted.

She’s gone now. Off to work.

We can stay here she says. But we have to go soon.

I’m not sure if I really want to stay in Japan and as I think about the possibilities I feel his gaze on me and I look away.

I’m not shy. At all.

He’s just…intense and I’m…demure.

It isn’t fair, he’s got this gaze and when I feel his lips on my neck, I have to shake my head and pull away.

Kissing in the doctors office was wrong. I was too excited, he was holding my hand. We were both excited, how could I have not thought about Ishizu’s feeling.

Marik will probably gut me and Malik will skin me.

I retreat to the guest room and think of only how two weeks before, I looked at this as a prison Rishid kept me in to keep my affections from Ishizu.

Of course now, I know he did it so he knew where I was. He was keeping her away from me.

I look in the mirror and think of him and how it felt, his hands on my arm. He’s strong, he is a lion of a man and when I think of him this way I…

I am not an amoral person. I do not live my life this way. I am not a man stealer. A home wrecker.

But when he knocks on my door that way, I go to it.

His eyes are golden. Peircing and eternal.

“Shadi.” He says simply.

If you’ve ever heard him, you know that every word he speaks has power. His voice is strong and even soft like now, it holds the tremble of the earth in it. I sometimes think (it is blasphemous to say so) that this is truly the voice of a Pharaoh. Of the Pharaoh and that, though Atemu is flesh once again, perhaps it is Rishid who –

I cannot have him kiss me this way.

I do not stop myself and my palms spread against his chest. Must he insist upon these indecent “tank” tops and I feel the urgency of his mouth. I do not want this, but I do. We are heat at that moment and I am crushed to him.

I pull my face back, panting.

“No! Rishid I said no! I will not do this here with you!”

And we talk back in forth in hurried Egyptian, switching dialects ancient and new, his thunder and my river swift words colliding and smoothing over one another.

I know he does not hear me. He’s staring at my mouth again. His eyes hungry and wolfish. I step back and he would follow but for my outstretched palm.

“I will not do this. We have wronged her and we shall wait…we will.”

“So, you’re imposing this on me as well?”

“Surely…you can…control yourself that long. If you have wanted me as much as you say, then you have been waiting for a long time and can wait -”

“I cannot.”

“You will do this for me.” I say, trying to be strong, but those eyes. I want to look away, mostly, I want to give in and have another kiss and perhaps another, until the unthinkable happens, but I set my jaw and he narrows his eyes.

“Why are you doing this now you seemed eager enough before! You kissed me several times that day –”

“I make mistakes! I was not thinking clearly!”

He crosses his arms and I do not like this. His face is stone and I can read the words forever on his face perfectly. They are usually marred by the lines of his smile when he looks at me, or his scowl if he’s referring to Bakura’s bad influence on his brothers. But now he’s blank and my resolve fades.

“That wasn’t what I meant. Not in that way. Are you with me on this?”

“I will not do this.” He says.

I just look at him, then away. I feel a great pain when he leaves me and I do not know why.

I am not a woman and so I will not cry.

I shut the door and retreat to the bed wishing for his arms and his lips but know that may never happen again.

It is much too cold here in this air conditioning and it is unseemly for me to nap in the day. I have yet to fully dress yet. My head wrap is on the dresser and my feet are uncovered.

I pray soon, but perhaps until then I will lay under the covers and try to imagine the warmth of the lion of Egypt.

****

Rishid

It is odd for me to meet Brother here. It is even stranger that his yami, my other Brother, has come along as well. Where one is the playful breeze, the other one is a crocodile, but that isn’t to say that the wind won’t cut and the croc won’t smile.

Ice cream. That is why we’re here. I don’t know why I agreed. Perhaps it is because I miss him. He does many other things now and it has been so long since I have seen him. I think he’s taller, but as Marik always reminds me, I am the stone faced giant.

Strawberry is a good flavor and both the yami and I listen to Malik’s banter. We are both happy he is happy but our gazes tell each other that we wish he didn’t talk nearly so much. We love him and we are very much the same my dark brother and I, but this is not spoken.

What is spoken is expected and it silences the river of words from Malik and gets to the heart of things.

“So you’ve taken Sister’s fiancé?”

Malik looks angry at his other self but continues where he left off. “That was a really stupid thing of you to do! Ishizu’s very upset! She came over to OUR house last night Rishid! Don’t you even feel bad?”

“I do not like it when women cry.” The dark one says. “It is troublesome.”

It is important to know that Marik will speak to me in the tongue of the Pharaoh while Malik uses the new language. I think they do it to confuse me sometimes, but it helps to know how they feel.

I can tell that Marik thinks nothing of it, while Malik is genuinely upset. So I speak to him.

“Brother, I know she is upset. I did not want this to happen. However, even you can understand the language of the heart. Did you not seek two others before this foreigner you love so much?”

Malik frowned. “This isn’t about me! This is about you being a home wrecker!”

How can he say these things while he eats chocolate sprinkles and whipped cream. I will never know.

“I hope you and Shadi are happy you’ve broken her heart!” He thrusted his spoon at me and Marik took it from him. “Marik! Say something!”

Marik looked at me and said “Something” and I could not help but smile. Malik was quite exasperated, but I took his gesturing hands.

“I did not mean for this to happen. Neither did Shadi. And no, I do not believe ‘we’ are happy.” I let his hands go. “He does not want me as much as I thought.”

Malik waved his hand dismissively. “He’s just shy.”

“I’ll wager that he’s a virgin…” the dark one said and I had to smile again. Marik has such a way to him, you cannot resist smiling when he smirks that way. Contrary to how these foreigners view him, he is quite the joker.

“Give him time or just take him. That’s how I got my hands of the Pharaoh’s light.”

“Indeed…” I say. “He thinks it’s all a mistake.”

Malik finished his ice cream. “It is. He should marry Ishizu and forget all about this.”

“Malik, Shadi’s gay. Marriage doesn’t cure that!”

We both laughed, much to Malik’s dismay and finished our ice cream. After that, both Marik and I walked together while we watched our brother dart from window to window exclaiming this or that in any language.

“You’ve got to be patient.”

“Hm. Yes.”

Marik crosses his arms and closes his eyes, then looks at me hard. He does this when he gives advice. It is why I think of him more like an older brother, than my younger brother. Malik is not a three thousand yeah old spirit.

“Do what he asks. You’re doing this for him. You do want him, correct?”

“Yes, but he wants me to wait six months as if we are getting married.”

My dark brother has golden hair and he runs a hand through it now, thinking hard. “He’s punishing himself. Don’t let him do this. Bring him over to your point of view.”

“He will not want to talk with me after today, how do you suggest I do this?”

Perhaps we had slowed to much or looked to suspicious for Malik came rushing back to us, forcing his way between us and grabbing our arms.

“Stop! Whatever you’re doing!” he shouted, giving us both angry glances. “Now, we’re out because I say so! Buy me things and I’ll stop bothering you!”

I do love my brother but as he pulls us towards a jewelry shop, I can’t help wonder what going out into the modern world has done to him. He’s so materialistic. I want to say this and ask my dark brother about it, then give up as I see the same hungry gleam in his eye.

I shall ask them about Shadi again later. For now, I must listen to them both go on and on about gold jewelry.


Much later, I am home. It was not a hot tail, but my single tail of hair holds all the heat of the day and I welcome Ishizu’s air conditioning. She is not home yet. I know this because the television is not on the news, it is on an educational channel and Shadi is watching it.

His eyes are deep blue, like the eye of Horus. He has heard me come in, but he will not look my way. This pains me.

When I see him, there is a pull in my chest. An ache. And I wish to be with him entirely, to feel his skin under my fingers.

But this he does not allow. Sometimes I believe he thinks even looking at each other is wrong.

Many times he won’t meet my gaze and when he does, he just stares at me, very red in the face. I can tell he would like to kiss me as well, but he never does.

Except that day outside of the doctors office. Ishizu had left without us. We’d waited for the cab, but Shadi continually pulled me aside, under the parking garage there and kissed me, always chastely, and would leave me, checking for the cab, and come back to kiss me.

After we got into the cab he wouldn’t touch me again and when I tried he pulled away.

He confuses me.

This morning confused me.

I’m moving over there, I’m already over there. I don’t like looming over him, it makes me feel predatory somehow, but he won’t look up.

“Shadi.” I say, once. Once is all it takes every time.

He looks at me and tries to look away, but it doesn’t work. We look at each other and I can feel more heat between us.

The tv is off and he stands to leave.

“No.” is all he says and I don’t want to be told this, so I take his arm and when he moans I’m at a loss to immediate desire.

His back is still turned and I don’t take my hand away, but instead, pull him closer and turn him to face me.

His eyes are hooded and reach to cup his face and his closes those eyes, chest heaving. So I continue.

I smooth my hand over his head and down his neck, just to see if I can hear him again and he won’t moan, but he whimpered and pulled closer to me.

I run my hands up his sides and down his back and he’s pressed against me now, gripping my shirt.

I want to kiss him so badly right now but a key turns in the door and just like that, he’s gone. Like a mouse in the reeds.

He’s gone.

****

When Ishizu walked through the open door, she saw Rishid standing there with a far away look on his face. She put down the plastic bags near the door and closed it again.

“Problem, Brother?”

Rishid blinked and turned toward her. “Yes. There is.”

“Hm.”

They stared at each other and the man frowned. “You do realize that I am the eldest. It doesn’t matter what I do, it is not your place to judge.”

She inclined her head and picked up the bags.

“I am also the man and head of this family. If I wanted I could force you to marry anyone I wanted.”

Ishizu merely headed for the kitchen.

“Besides…you knew anyway and you still got attached.”

She froze suddenly, shoulders drooping, then continued on.

“I do love him.”

Ishizu placed the food on the counter and lowered her gaze. “I’m going out to night. I have extra work to do at the museum. You should…talk to him if you want to get anywhere.”

Rishid stared at her then walked away down the hall.

Ishizu let the tears fall even as she put food away. He was right. She’d gotten attached anyway.

It just wasn’t fair. Why wasn’t Shadi the one for her? Did she really think she could change things by trying to marry him? It was a mistake and even though they’d have found each other eventually, bringing them together in the same house had only made it happen faster.

She put something away in the shelf.

And they were so damn good together too!

Stupid Doctor…I’ll bet she knew it was going to happen as well! She always had this smirk in her eyes like she was one step ahead of us all…hmph.


In his room, Shadi sweated against his pillows as Rishid just wouldn’t leave his mind. In his own head, he’d taking the touching much farther and that’s what he was fantasizing about now.

He couldn’t touch himself, he wouldn’t. That was a sin. But he’d learned long ago if his mind created the intensity, his body would obey.

He panted softly, laying back, eyes closed as imagined the Egyptian’s mouth going lower and lower and what that hair might feel like against his chest and the universe exploded.

He felt the warm wetness in his pants and curled his hand near his head arching in comfort.

Rishid…Rishid…

He thought of the tall man’s rumbling voice strong hands and could just imagine what they’d feel like on his hips.

Suddenly he didn’t think he could wait six months for that either.

****
*Is there a such thing as a two chapter One-shot? I guess not. Oh well, full on Shadi Rishid story!
*Damn, working in the library gives you so many lulls…oh well!
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