Enigma

Information and disclaimers are in chapter 1.

AN: Wow. I've got seven reviews. That passes my old record of six reviews for a story. Bounces. Schwarzwald and Silvershadowfire, I'm afraid I can't tell you who Engima is. You're going to have to wait like everyone else. But because you reviewed, you get cookies. *presents a plate of cookies*

This chapter is the reason this has an NC-17 rating. Yep, lemon time.

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“This is Della,” Yugi announced as he plopped a bundle of gray fur into Atemu’s arms. Atemu stared at the feline, who stared back at him with gold eyes. Then Della blinked and leapt out of Atemu’s arms.

“She likes you,” Yugi said happily.

“I kind of doubt that,” Atemu replied, watching the cat stalk off into a bedroom strewn with cat toys. Yugi closed the door behind her.

“If she hadn’t liked you, she would have clawed you,” Yugi replied. Atemu raised an eyebrow.

“And you dumped her in my arms?”

“Yeah,” Yugi agreed, “Cats are great judges of character and I couldn’t think of a better way of deciding whether or not to do this.” With that, Atemu found himself on the couch holding an armful of Yugi, who was kissing him. The kiss was more enthusiastic than trained and Atemu wouldn’t have it any other way as he kissed Yugi back. When the kiss broke, Atemu gave Yugi an amused look.

“You have a very interesting way of determining who to allow into your pants or not.”

Yugi giggled. “Yeah, I guess. Do you wanna?”

“Do I want to what?” Atemu asked, not sure he was following correctly.

“Do you want to get into my pants?” Yugi asked, giving Atemu a half-lidded, sultry look that was even hotter than Atemu had imagined.

“Yes,” Atemu replied and vaguely wondered why he sounded breathless.

“Good, because I want to get into yours,” Yugi admitted. Then Yugi’s lips were on Atemu’s again and he felt hands tugging on his belt. Atemu broke the kiss.

“Slow down.”

Yugi shook his head. “No. I want to go fast.”

Atemu flipped them over so that Yugi was on the couch, Atemu sprawled on top of him. “And what if I want to go slow?” Atemu asked, nuzzling Yugi’s neck. Then Atemu gasped because Yugi was fondling a certain bulge through Atemu’s jeans.

“And if I don’t let you?” Yugi asked, giving him an innocent look that belied the hand still stroking Atemu’s crotch. Atemu growled lustfully and set to stripping them both as quickly and efficiently as possible. Soon heated flesh was rubbing against heated flesh as they moved together, kissing and nipping at flushed skin and kiss-bruised lips.

Then Yugi twisted and moved away slightly. Atemu paused, confused until Yugi turned back from the drawer in the table next the couch and brandished a pack of condoms and a bottle of oil. Then Atemu somehow ended up on his back, Yugi sitting on his thighs as he rolled on the condom and spread some of the oil with teasing fingers. Atemu sat half-way up and grabbed the lube, determined to get some payback.

Yugi moaned his approval as Atemu inserted first one lubed finger, and then a second, scissoring them to loosen the tight ring of muscle. By the time he added a third finger, he was thrusting his hand a little and Yugi was moving with it.

“Ready for me?” Atemu asked.

“Yes. Oh, Kami, yes.”

“Good.” Atemu flipped them so Yugi was the one on his back and Atemu positioned himself between Yugi’s legs before slowly entering his lover. Yugi winced and Atemu paused, which just made the smaller man growl, “Move!” Atemu obeyed and soon the only sounds were heavy breathing, the occasional moan, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as the two men moved together.

Yugi let out a soft cry when he came. Atemu grunted when Yugi’s orgasm triggered his own. Years of practice allowed him to untangle himself from the smaller man before he collapsed in a delicious haze.

“Mmm…,” Yugi mumbled, running a hand slowly back and forth against Atemu’s flank. Atemu kissed him before standing, removing the condom and tossing it in the trash.

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed,” Atemu said as he picked Yugi up. Yugi nuzzled and kissed Atemu’s collarbone while he circled a finger around a nipple. Atemu’s breath hitched as the roaming finger flicked his nipple.

“Are you trying to get me going again?” he asked mock-sternly.

“Mm hm,” Yugi replied affirmatively, “Now we can go slow.”

Atemu chuckled as he carried Yugi to bed.

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Malik stood on the roof of a building and adjusted the sight on the sniper rifle slightly as he peered through it, bringing the man in the building across the way and several stories down into sharp focus. He looked up and grinned. Now to wait for the package to arrive. His cell phone buzzed against his hip and Malik flicked the razor thin phone open.
“Hello?”
/Rod, it’s me./
“Hey, Ring. Just a sec.” Malik paused as he slid on a headset and pushed the specialized jack into the phone. “Okay. What’s Dakku doing that’s got you so bored that you’re calling me while I’m on the job?”
/I don’t know. He’s not here./ Malik raised an eyebrow and then chuckled as he bent over the sniper rifle again.
“He must have ended up at Yugi’s.”
There was a pregnant pause before Ring spoke again.
/Is there something going on that you’re not telling us about, Rod?/
“No. It’s not our business who the guy sleeps with. Beside, Enigma knows and he hasn’t said anything, either. If you want to complain about Atemu and Yugi having sex, feel free to bring it up at the meeting tomorrow.”
/How about you bring it up, since I’m obviously out of the loop,/ Ring replied testily.
“Oh, good. He got the package,” Malik mumbled as the rather scared and frantic looking man shuffled through the contents of a large yellow manila envelope. Inside were records and incriminating photographs of embezzlement, bribery, and even a hushed up murder involving a dead hooker. The only thing not like the others was a single sheet of paper with a watermark of an eye in a pyramid and the word “Gotcha” printed on it in a large font.
/Assassination?/
“Yep.”
/What’s in it for us?/
“Someone’s paying us a lot to get him out of the way. Plus, he’s my favorite kind of politician. Dirty,” Malik chuckled into the headset as followed the man with barrel of the rifle. Then he squeezed the trigger.
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After the long and busy night, Atemu wasn’t very happy when a very loud and raucous alarm jerked him awake.
“What the hell?” he muttered. He was a light sleeper and had his alarm set to play soft music. There was no reason it should be making this awful racket. It took Atemu a long moment to realize he wasn’t in his own apartment, and then he glared blearily at the digital clock before surprise made him wake up even more. It read 5:30 am. He didn’t have to be at work until 8 o’clock. How early did Yugi get up in the morning?
Yugi mumbled something and reached over and hit the clock. The noise stopped and Yugi’s breathing evened back out. Atemu looked down at his sleeping lover and quirked an eyebrow. Apparently not as early as he had assumed.
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It was the smell of coffee percolating that woke Yugi up. He glanced at his alarm clock and then did a double take. 7:15?! He yelped and grabbed some clothes and ran into the shower. When he came out a few minutes later, rubbing his hair dry, Della came up and twined herself around his ankles.
“How did you get out?” he wondered aloud.
“I let her out. She was yowling a storm. As soon as I opened the door, she made a beeline for the can opener, so I fed her. I also made us breakfast. I hope you don’t mind,” Atemu said, approaching with plate of pancakes in hand.
“Thank you,” Yugi replied, surprised. Atemu set the plate down on the small table, then leaned over and gave Yugi a quick kiss.
“Better hurry and eat. We need to get to work.”
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“Looks like someone got some last night,” Malik grinned.
“Huh?” Yugi replied. Malik pointed at the hickey just barely visible over the top of Yugi’s leather collar. Yugi glanced in the dressing room mirror and blushed, tugging the collar up to hide the mark.
“Way to go! He’s quite the lay.”
Yugi blushed again, but frowned as well and gave the Egyptian a disquieting look. Malik covered his mouth with his hands.
“I didn’t mean that. I’m just his job, you know. Mai too. You’re the one he’s really interested in.”
Yugi forced a smile.
“It’s okay, Malik. I know you didn’t mean it,” Yugi quietly stated.
Malik didn’t look like he believed the other, but he let the matter drop. At least Yugi didn’t seem to be angry with him.
Yugi kept the smile up until Malik left the room, then he let it drop with a sigh. He’d momentarily forgotten about Atemu’s job. He had thought he had known what he was getting into last night. Sharing Atemu with the people he worked with hadn’t seemed so impossible before then and he knew sex was Atemu’s job. Hell, Yugi hadn’t really expected to find Atemu still in his apartment when he woke up this morning, despite the fact Atemu had offered to give him a ride. But then Yugi had woken up to breakfast and a man he strongly suspected he didn’t deserve.
Damn it! Why did his emotions have to go and get all complicated?
Yugi peeked out of the room to see Atemu laughing at something Mai had said and bit his lip at the possessive feelings that rose inside him. Maybe last night hadn’t been such a good idea, after all…