Only Mine

A/N: I'm new to posting on AFF, so I'm still trying to figure everything out. ^^' /bows/ And I hope you're enjoying the story.

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or the Pleasure Slave by Gena Showalter, nor do I make any profit from this work.

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"Pharaoh! Pharaoh, it's time to rise and shine!" Atemu groaned and turned over, burying his face deeper into his pillow, attempting to ignore his friend's early morning wake up call. Mana, irked now, grabbed the pillow next to him and whacked him over the head with it. "Atemu!!! Get up!" She growled. Finally abandoning his futile attempts to gain a couple extra minutes of sleep Atemu turned over, his eyes half open, and he released a growl of his own. He grabbed the pillow from her and whacked her with it, sending her falling backwards off the bed.

A knock on the door sounded then, and Atemu groaned louder, casting a glare at his attacker. Mana glared at him and began crying very loudly. The door crashed open without Atemu's permission, and Mahado stood there worriedly, his eyes searching for danger.

"Pharaoh!? Is everything alright!? Who is crying?!" Mahado panicked. Mana continued her crying, drawing Mahado's attention to her. Atemu glanced down at her, his eyes growing wide now as he realized what she was doing.

"M-Mahado! I-I tried to wake him, and h-he hit me!" Mana wailed. Mahado's eyes widened for a moment before they narrowed, and the young priest strode to the bed. Mahado picked up a pillow and whacked Atemu over the head with it, earning a yelp from the young monarch. Atemu glared up at him, rubbing his head.

"You can't do that!" Atemu snarled. Mahado huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Pharaoh or not, you may not hit a woman, let alone your childhood best friend." Mahado retorted.

"I didn't hit her that hard, little faker." Atemu grumbled, shooting a petulant glare in Mana's direction. Mana only stuck her tongue out at him and rose to her feet, her tears gone.

"Now will you get out of bed? Princess Anzu is waiting – rather impatiently it seems – in the dining hall for you to join her for breakfast." Mana snapped. Atemu gasped and shot her a surprised look.

"I forgot all about her!" Atemu cried, jumping from the bed. Mana gave a mortified screech and turned, burying her face in Mahado's robes as soon as she realized that her friend was wearing not one stitch of clothing. Startled at the sound, Atemu bolted into his bathing chamber, his face – as well as Mana's – the color of the setting sun.

Mahado merely sighed at the younger duo's antics, rolling his eyes skyward as he turned to stalk out of the chamber. Mana began to giggle, and he whipped around to shoot her a look. She stopped laughing to look up at him, noting that he had raised a brow at her.

"Alright Mana, time to get back to your lessons." Mahado told her. Mana sighed, her posture defeated as she walked out of the room, her instructor at her heels. "Yes Master Mahado."

Meanwhile in the bathroom, Atemu's saw that his bath had been readied by two women who were currently standing there awaiting orders. He figured someone must have summoned them before he woke. The young monarch hopped into the heated water, an appreciative noise escaping his lips the moment he was cocooned in its warmth. He washed quickly, dunking under the water to rinse his hair. Sweet smelling oils were massaged into his flesh by the two women servants after he surfaced.

Atemu emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later, his hair dripping water down his neck. He quickly dried off with a cloth provided by one of the women. While he was drying off, the two women wandered into the room, his clothes in hand.

"Great Pharaoh, allow us to help you dress." One of the women spoke as both bowed low to him. Atemu slipped his shenti and shirt on after the women handed the items to him, then allowed them to assist him with his cape and jewelry. Once he was dressed, he dismissed the girls. He hurried from his chamber, heading down to the dining hall to join Anzu for breakfast. Duke was there again this morning, and the man gave him a sour glance when he entered the dining chamber while Anzu's eyes lit up and smile graced her face. Atemu brushed it off and gave Anzu a welcoming smile.

"Good morning Princess. I hope you will pardon my tardiness." Atemu greeted her. Anzu nodded.

"Of course. Good morning to you as well, Pharaoh." Anzu replied.

"I trust you slept well?" Atemu sat down in his chair, his gaze flickering to the food on the plate in front of him. Anzu nodded, leaning towards him a bit.

"I slept very well, thank you. The bedding is some of the finest I've ever slept on." Anzu commented.

"Thank you Princess. Are you enjoying your meal?" Atemu replied, popping a bite into his mouth.

"Very much so! There are so many delicious things here not found in my own country." Anzu took a bite herself, trying to show him how much she was enjoying the food. The two continued to chat as the meal went on, and Atemu found himself the victim of tons of scathing glances from Anzu's bodyguard, as well as many lust filled glances from the princess herself. Towards the end of the meal Atemu was quite bored, and irritated, and trying very hard not to show it.
He thanked Ra that the meal was soon over. He could retire now to his rooms before the start of the meetings he would have with the council, and he would not have to see nor entertain Anzu again until lunchtime.

"If you would excuse me Princess," Atemu began, rising from his chair after the servants had rid the table of their plates. "I must retire back to my chambers. I have long day of meetings ahead of me." Anzu looked disappointed.

"When will we next talk, Pharaoh?" She asked, pursing her lips.

"After lunch Princess. We will discuss the treaty then, if that is alright with you." Atemu responded.

"Yes. I will see you after lunch then, Pharaoh." Anzu agreed. Atemu turned then and strode from the dining hall. Anzu stood up, and crossing her arms over her chest, she walked out of the dining hall and back to her own rooms, slamming the door shut behind her. She was angry about having to wait so long to discuss the treaty with Atemu, for that meant hours of waiting for the man to become her fiancée! She wanted him, and she wanted him now! Anzu flopped back onto her bed and screamed in frustration. She was not used to being made to wait for something. A knock on her door caused her to glare at the thing.

"Who is it?!" Anzu snapped.

"It's Duke, Princess." Anzu blinked, then smiled.

"You may enter." Anzu called, sitting up fully and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. The door creaked open and Duke entered, his eyes downcast. "What is it you want, Duke?" She asked, twirling a strand of her hair with one of her fingers.

"Princess, are you alright? You seemed angry when you left the hall."

"I'm fine, just frustrated that my plan is on hold." Anzu replied, crossing her arms over her chest once more. Duke blinked.

"Plan, Princess?" Duke questioned.

"Why, I'm planning on marrying the Pharaoh, Duke." Anzu told him with a bright smile on her face. Duke's eyes widened, and he took a step backwards. Anzu, marry the Pharaoh!?

"Princess... Why? Why the Pharaoh? He doesn't seem interested in marriage-"

"We haven't talked about it yet, but how can he refuse me? Uniting in marriage will bring peace, which is what he desires. Why not give him what he wants, as well as a beautiful wife? And in return, I become a powerful queen on the arm of the most handsome king." Anzu gushed.

Duke frowned. "Is that all that matters to you? What about love? Do you love him? Or is your only aim to see how good he is in bed?" He snapped. Finely woven threads of jealousy wrapped around his heart, squeezing tightly as he realized that the Pharaoh had won Anzu over without even trying, whereas he'd been trying to catch her eye for years.

Anzu gasped, tears filling her eyes as she brought a hand to her mouth. A thick, pregnant silence descended over the room for a few moments and Duke's eyes widened, as he realized what he had just said to her.

"How dare you speak to me – your princess – thusly!" Anzu shot to her feet then, her expression furious as she finally overcame her shock to reply to his rude statement. Duke bowed to her, trying to express his regret.

"Forgive me Princess. It's just... I believe your deserve better. You deserve a man that loves you, that will worship the ground you walk upon. I don't believe the Pharaoh to be this man." Duke explained. Anzu scoffed.

"Ah, Duke, I have faith that he will love me in time." Anzu said. She then waved him away. "Go now. I wish to take a nap and be refreshed for the next time I see the Pharaoh." Dismissed, Duke hung his head and turned, leaving the room. How could Anzu feel that way? Why act so shallow? What was so great about the Pharaoh anyway? Duke could offer her the one thing the Pharaoh could not, and that was love, but it seemed the princess had no need of it. The very thought made Duke's heart ache. Duke stormed into his room and shut the door, leaning against it.

"So love matters not to you Princess?" Duke whispered.

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Atemu placed one hand on his head, massaging his forehead. That meeting had given him more of a headache then he'd anticipated, and now he wanted nothing more then to fall into his bed for the rest of the day and not get up again until Ra had risen the next morning. He rose from his throne after the last council member had left and was in the process of heading back to his room when Siamun, whom had been standing next to him the entire time, began to speak.

"Great Pharaoh, you looked pained. Perhaps you should take some time to yourself." Siamun told him. Atemu smiled gratefully at him.

"Yes. I think I'll take a walk. Some fresh air would do me wonderfully." Atemu replied. Siamun nodded.

"I'll give orders you're not to be disturbed." Siamun offered.

"Thank you Siamun." Atemu said sincerely. Ten minutes later found the Pharaoh resting on a bench underneath a tree. The shade kept him cool, and there was even a slight breeze today, which felt wonderfully on his skin. His headache was even beginning to dissipate, and it gave him a feeling of relief that all the coddling in the world could not match. He could feel himself begin to slip away and doze off, and it was welcome sensation. A slight smile graced his features as a calm overcame him. Ah, what a peaceful afternoon...

A pair of sky blue eyes watched him from behind a pillar, desire slowly swirling into them. So here is where the Pharaoh had escaped to. She had wanted to speak with him, not wanting to wait until lunch, but all anyone would tell her was that he was not to be disturbed. She tip-toed over to where he was lying, not taking her eyes off his face. As she watched him dozing under the tree, a new feeling came over her. Anzu noted how adorable he looked while sleeping. He looked so vulnerable like this, and it made her happy to be able to see him in such a way.

Kneeling down beside him, Anzu tried to be careful. She did not want to wake him, at least not yet. She leaned down as close as she dared. Would one stolen kiss hurt anything? She asked herself. She leaned down towards him, closing her eyes as she was about at his lips. Just as their mouths were about to meet, Anzu heard a startled cry. The next thing she knew, she was sitting on the ground with a very livid looking Atemu standing over her.

"What in the name of Ra do you think you're doing?!" Atemu snarled. Anzu whimpered pitifully and cast her eyes to the ground.

"I-I'm sorry P-Pharaoh. I-I... I couldn't help..." Anzu looked back up, tears filling her eyes. Atemu looked away from her, afraid that if he kept looking at her, the need to strangle her would grow. He could not believe she attempted to kiss him like that. One moment all was peaceful, and the next he felt an eerie presence come over him, and he opened his eyes only to find her a mere inch away from his lips! He was trembling badly with pure fury. How dare she invade his personal space in such a rude and dishonest manner!?

"How dishonest and selfish of you, to try such a thing on a sleeping man." Atemu spoke as calmly as he could.

"I'm sorry!" Anzu wailed. Atemu's enraged scarlet orbs snapped to hers and held them, magnetizing in their intensity.

"Just know what you did was wrong and is not to be attempted again.” He grunted. “I will let it go this once, because of our aim of peace, but do so again, and you will be sent back home at once, peace be damned. I will not tolerate such a personal violation again. A kiss is not something to be stolen." With that, Atemu turned and walked away from her. He would go to his own chamber, a place he knew she would not be welcome without an invitation.

Anzu watched him walk away from her place on the ground. She bit her lip, trying to hold in her anger. Who was he to deny her like that!? He should be grateful that she wished to kiss him! Anzu rose to her feet and stalked off. Fine, he would win this round, but she would have him before long, and he wouldn't be able to deny her like that again! Anzu rushed back to her room to prep herself, knowing that come tonight, she would be his fiancée.

That evening found Atemu wandering the gardens outside once more. He'd calmed down somewhat since what happened with Anzu, and he knew he had to go and speak with her soon. He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest idly, wondering how to do so. She was probably pretty sore about today as well, even though he firmly believed it was her fault in the first place. Eventually, after much thought, Atemu rose to his feet and decided to seek her out. The sooner they got this over with, the sooner he'd be able to send her home. She'd not even been here for the entirety of two days and he was already sick of her.

"Pharaoh?" Atemu whirled around, hearing a feminine voice sound behind him. Anzu stood there meekly, her eyes downcast.

"Ah, Princess. I was coming to find you." Atemu told her. Anzu managed a half smile, keeping her head down.

"You were? I see. I wanted to do the same, to apologize for my behavior earlier. I'm terribly sorry for trying to take advantage of you like that. Forgive the foolish impulses of a lovestruck girl." A rosy flush covered Anzu's cheeks. Atemu blinked at her, wondering what the hell brought this on. Lovestruck?

"Uh...you're forgiven, Princess." At his words, Anzu lifted her gaze, her eyes shining. She bowed, smiling.

"Thank you Pharaoh!" She chirped. Atemu sat back down on the bench, motioning for her to sit as well. She pranced over to the bench and sat beside him, the smile never leaving her face. "What had you wanted to seek me out about, Pharaoh?" Anzu asked, settling her hands in her lap.

"The peace treaty Princess." Atemu replied. Anzu visibly brightened.

"Yes of course! I had an idea I wished to share with you." Anzu clasped her hands together, her eyes shimmering. Atemu blinked again.

"You did? Then would you share it with me?" Atemu asked her. Anzu giggled.

"Yes! I think, Great Pharaoh, that we should solve this peace problem the old fashioned way," Anzu began. Atemu felt a stab of dread shoot through him. Surely Anzu could not be thinking what he thought she was thinking... No! If she brought it up like this, he wouldn't be able to refuse her! Of course he knew they'd be better off doing it like that as well, combining their countries, but he absolutely did not want to marry a woman he had no feelings for. Eyes wide and heart pounding, he prayed to Ra for someone to come and save him before her next words exited her mouth.

"The old fashioned way?" Atemu echoed, swallowing thickly, the icy feeling of dread wrapping its tendrils around his heart. Anzu smiled and leaned close to him.

"Yes. Wouldn't uniting our countries with a marriage benefit us much better then some silly old peace treaty?" Anzu finished. Atemu paled a little, leaning away from her. Damnit! He quailed inwardly.

"Princess, would you truly be happy marrying someone you just met?" Atemu asked hesitantly, hoping the notion alone would dissuade her. Anzu nodded.

"I will make you a fine wife, Pharaoh." Anzu leaned closer, trying to make her eyes huge and imploring. "Please, give me a chance to make you happy." Atemu shot to his feet, staring down at her. How could he tell her no without hurting her? Atemu looked away, refusing to meet her gaze.

"Give me time to think about it Princess." Anzu frowned at his reply. She was expecting an immediate affirmation. This answer did not make her happy at all.

"Time? What is there to think about? We would each gain not only peace for our countries, but a fine partner as well." Anzu pressed.

"This choice is a heavy one Anzu. We would be tied to each other forever. Is that truly what you want? To be tied to a man you know nothing about?" Atemu's gaze went back to hers, searching her eyes and hoping she understood what he was trying to say.

"Yes!" Anzu got to her feet as well. "I know we would be good together! All I ask is for that chance!"

"Then give me the time I request." Atemu narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "Wait until tomorrow afternoon for my answer." Anzu huffed.

"Fine. I'll wait." She agreed. Atemu rose to his feet then, turning back to her and nodding his head.

"I'm going to retire back to my chambers now Princess. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Pharaoh." Anzu replied. Her blue eyes flashed as she watched him walk away. He was hers now. There was no way he could refuse her, so her position as Queen was as solid as stone. She wasn't happy about having to wait for his answer, but it didn't matter. Anzu got to her feet and began to saunter back to her own room, a cunning smile gracing her features, figuring it would be best as the sun had nearly set completely.