Fleeing the Shadows

Two notes: First, I apologize for the lateness of this chapter. For those of you who didn’t know, my dad had a stroke a couple of weeks ago. And it took a few days for the doctors to figure out that he had blood clots forming on a metal valve that is on his heart. This of course, needed surgery, and we were all wondering if he would survive this or not. As of tonight, I am very happy to say that he survived the surgery!!!!!! Now maybe my little plot bunny will come back and help me with this story, I’m assuming it ran away from all the stress and worry.

And two: This story is definitely the weirdest one I have ever thought up. The characters are acting weird, and I have rewritten this particular scene about three times now. So yeah, it’s a little choppy. But hopefully now that things are back to normal for me, this will all start to make some sense to you – as a little more of the plot is revealed in this chapter, as well as another player. And I wonder if any of you can guess who the main bad guy is. Clue, the first chapter gives him away.

Oh, and yes to Rogue1979, there is a lemon in this chapter. So…

This is YAOI, so all small fuzzy animals and little kids – please press the back button. I won’t be responsible for your virgin ears (or eyes) being burned!




Yugi grabbed one of the beat-up paperbacks that inhabited the cabin and dropped back in his favorite chair, a faint smile on his face. He was really starting to like it here in this cozy mountain getaway. It was so very peaceful here.

In the past two weeks he had began to feel more at ease than he had anywhere else in his life, especially now that Atemu was beginning to come out of his shell. They had still a lot of issues that needed to be resolved – like the agent’s need for constant perfection right down to the smallest detail, but the small teen was feeling quite content with the turn their relationship was taking.

An hour later, with Atemu still at the store, Yugi contentedly thumbed his way through the novel, his attention divided between the words on the pages and thoughts of his protector, as he hummed along with the tune that was playing on the radio. The small teen almost felt blessed, as he set the book down in his lap to give his attention over to the song that was playing – Atreyu’s newest, one of his favorites. It was amazing, not only did he find his one and only true soul mate, but even here – in the middle of BFE – he could find a radio station that played music he was in to. He knew it was just a minor detail, but it gave him hope for his future. If only his grandfather and his friends were still alive…

The amethyst eyed teen shook his head, his eyes tearing slightly, to rid himself of the thought. It would do him no good to dwell on the bad. He had learned that lesson the hard way. He was just thankful that his best friend Jou wasn’t on the list of dead, and that they were both okay for the moment. Quickly, Yugi sent up a prayer of thanks for the small miracle, before returning to thoughts of his sexy ruby eyed guardian.

It was so good to finally see the real man beneath the attitude. Their earlier talks made a world of difference as far as the ruby eyed agent’s outlook went. In the space of two weeks his personality turned a complete 180. Gone was the cold; often cynical individual that Yugi had come to know, leaving in his place a calmer, less apprehensive person that had been kept hidden beneath all the layers of distrust that had built up over the years. The agent’s temper only rarely making an appearance in the past couple of weeks – and always directed at himself. But Yugi had his work cut out for him if he wanted the man to trust in him fully. That fact was still glaringly apparent to the small teen.

Atemu was right when he said that he wasn’t the easiest to get along with. The man kept his emotions closed off, making it difficult for Yugi to read him. And he was a hard task master, especially toward himself, allowing for no mistakes, and constantly berating himself for even the slightest miscalculation. Yugi was going to have to do something about that eventually, but not now. For now the small teen was just going to enjoy having his soul mate close, and getting to know him.

A curious noise startled Yugi out of his thinking. Glancing quickly over at the computer desk, the teen noticed that a strong breeze had blown all of Atemu’s papers out of their haphazardly thrown together piles, most of them landing on the floor. This wasn’t good. He walked over to the mess and began to pick up the scattered papers before another gust could spread them any further.

After picking up the papers, he began to sort them into piles based on what they were. Emails in one pile, charts and maps in another, as he got to the end of what had fallen, one particular paper caught his interest. His name was underlined in red ink; lines drawn from his name down to twenty or so other names he didn’t recognize. At the bottom of the page, the word SACRIFICE was capitalized and circled, with a reference to pages 347-375. An obscure note scribbled at the bottom of the page asked how the victims came into contact with the murderers. The small teen pondered that question for a few moments before his curiosity about the rest of the hastily written notes overcame the other question.

Guessing that the page numbers came from the book that he had read part of last week, Yugi walked over to examine the largest pile of loose papers. It was out of here that Atemu had selected the text for him to read over. Picking through the pile, the small teen found the referenced pages. What was his guardian trying to hide from him? He believed the man when he said that these people were after him for his being a half soul. Was there more to it than that?

Scanning the pages briefly, a few words jumped out at him, but refused to penetrate his mind. Disbelieving, the small teen returned to the beginning and read the papers again, the words seeping slowly through his shock. With every word his comprehension grew, and so did his utter horror. When he was finished reading, dusk had settled on the small cabin, and he was frightened beyond belief.

Bolting from his chair, the teen turned on as many lights as he could, closing all the windows he had opened previously, locking them tightly and drawing the curtains as well. He jumped at the normal noises that he had thought nothing of in the past days as he called franticly for his protector through their new mental link. When the house was totally locked down, the teen gave one last plea through the silent link. Atemu had been gone for such a long time, why was he not home yet?

Curling up in the corner of the room, Yugi watched as the light continued to fade from the sky, his only weapon a large frying pan from the kitchen. What those people would do to him would be beyond torture. And to know that his looks and his virginity would be considered a boon…Yugi didn’t want his first sexual experience to be with someone who was only out to make it as painful as possible. He didn’t want to die like that! With tears running down his face, the small teen waited fearfully for his protector to come home.

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Atemu was still in a good mood as he hauled his load of groceries into the truck despite being delayed - the news of nothing out of the ordinary being well worth the holdup. The agent had run into his nearest neighbor on his way out of town, the nosy old man having nothing to say about anyone unusual poking around. And Fred would definitely be the first to know, which was why Atemu parked his Corvette in the man’s garage every time he came up to the cabin.

Having little else to do with his time since his wife died two years ago, the diminutive, slightly stooped old man made it a point to know everyone else’s business, so no one would be able to hide their interest in the little cabin on the mountainside without him knowing about it.

Hell, not even the people in the small town ten miles down the road were able to do anything without old Fred Mertz knowing about it, apparently. The gossipy old man had cornered Atemu, seemingly intent on informing him of every minute detail of the past eight months, even though Atemu had no interest whatsoever in Mrs. Mero’s prize-winning rooster, or exactly what ol’ Billy Joe was doing with his pigs, even if it was a scandal. The whole thought was just sickening. All Atemu was interested in was new faces, new people. Once he heard that there weren’t any, the agent began trying to extricate himself from the one sided discussion.

An hour and a half later, Atemu was finally able to disengage himself from the conversation as politely as he could. He set the bags of groceries gently into the passenger seat before making his way around the truck to his seat. Only when the key was in the ignition and the truck was lumbering down the road did he breath a sigh of relief. That was the earliest he had ever been able to get away from the long winded busy-body that was his closest neighbor. The man could talk for hours at a time without being winded, and though normally that didn’t bother the tricolor haired agent, today he wanted to get back to his charge. They were getting along so well lately, and he didn’t want to ruin it by being late.

As Atemu made his way back up the trail to his cabin, he dismissed prize roosters and pig scandals to allow thoughts of his little one to fill his mind. Images of the stunning teen writhing beneath him, on the king size bed, his gorgeous amethyst eyes glazed over with passion dominated the agent’s mind.

He wouldn’t rush the boy into anything. But that didn’t stop his mind from wandering into the gutter whenever it got the chance. The teen was just too gorgeous for his mind to pass up the erotic thoughts. The whole way back to the cabin, the agent allowed the many different scenes of him seducing the boy to linger in his mind, carefully blocking his thoughts from leaking over into Yugi’s head.

Stopping in his designated parking spot, Atemu threw the truck into park and walked around to the passenger side to lift the heavy bags out of the seat, taking care not to drop anything. Then he made his way to the door, noting that the windows and curtains were closed, and that the lights were on inside. That was kind of weird. Didn’t the boy say that he wanted some fresh air earlier? And Atemu hadn’t been gone but for a couple of hours. Then again, nights up here did tend to get slightly chilly – this evening being no exception. He shook the oddness of the situation away as he made his way up the front steps of the cabin.

Awkwardly fumbling with the door handle, Atemu dropped one of the heavily laden bags. Cursing, he bent to retrieve it just as the door swung open and Yugi leveled a swing at where the agent’s head had been not moments before. The frying pan bounced off the painted metal door with a loud clang, the vibration stunning the teen into dropping his weapon with a yelp.

“What the hell was that for?!” Atemu straightened, dropping the rest of his load, to catch the stunned youth as he tried to bolt from the doorway.

“AH! Lemme go! Atemu will be here any minute…!” Yugi shrieked, arms and legs flying as struggled with what he thought was an attacker.

“Aibou! Calm down -” Atemu moved his head out of the way of a flying elbow before trying again. “Easy little one, it’s just me.” The agent pulled his wannabe attacker back against him, trying to pin the boy’s arms without causing him any further distress. Something seemed to have clicked in the boy’s head, though, because he went limp in Atemu’s grasp.

“Who did you think I was?” the agent asked, staring at the panting teen in his arms. The boy stared up at him for a second, every fiber of his being trembling uncontrollably, before he threw his arms around the agent and burst into hysterical tears.

-Yugi crouched in the corner of the room, clenching his makeshift weapon with shaking hands. Atemu was late; he was way too late… Any attempt to contact him through their new mind link was met with dead silence. Terrifying visions of his guardian being captured, being hurt, being killed, were filling his mind. The enemies… the people that had murdered Honda and Anzu and his Grandpa, they had taken Atemu, they must have, and now they were going to come for him!! But Atemu wouldn’t let them hold him for long. The agent would find his way out of their hands, and come to save him, he promised he would.

An engine rumbled in the driveway. Yugi bit his lip to stop a scream. They were here already! They’d come to kidnap him, and they were going to take him before Atemu could get here! A car door shut and Yugi tried to shrink further back into his corner, attempting once again to contact his guardian.

…silence.

A second door shut, and the teen shut his eyes tightly, whispering a small prayer. He didn’t dare look out the window; he didn’t want them to see him. Maybe, if he stayed quiet, they would think he wasn’t here, like the last time, and they would just go away…

NO! That was the act of a coward. He wasn’t going to spend the rest of his life hiding and running like a frightened mouse. All he had to do was hold the attackers off long enough for Atemu to get here; Atemu would escape from his captors, escape and come here and save him before they could hurt him. Heart racing, Yugi listened to the noises coming from the front of the house.

Without time to think, as the person was at the front door, the small teen sprung into action. He yanked the door open, hoping to stun the person trying to get in, and swung hard with the frying pan. If he could get a good enough hit, whoever it was might be out long enough for him to get away.

But he missed, hitting the broad side of the door with enough force to make the pan vibrate painfully in his hands. Dropping said weapon with a cry, the terrified teen attempted to make a hasty retreat. That was when strong arms pulled him back against the person who he had attempted to maim. When he heard his other half’s deep voice, Yugi broke, relief mingling with horror as he realized what could have happened had he connected with the frying pan.-

“Oh god, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…I didn’t know it was you!” Yugi trembled with the consequences of what he had attempted to do, and what would have happened had he connected with that swing.

“Who else would it be?” Atemu questioned, looking around the room for a clue as to why the teen was acting like he was. It was then that the ruby eyed agent spotted the mess on his desk. Spinning his captive around to face him, he questioned. “What happened? Why is my desk such a mess?” God help him, he knew. He knew why his small charge was acting so flighty.

“I…The wind blew your papers around…and I was only trying to help…” Yugi trailed off tearfully, refusing to look the man in the eyes. Tears coursed down his face as he realized how absurd his behavior was.

“You read the rest of the book, didn’t you? Oh little one, I was trying to keep you from reading that. I didn’t want you to be afraid.” Gently lifting the boy into his arms, Atemu slid down the door, his little one cradled against his chest, sobbing openly. “Shhh, it will be okay. No one’s going to hurt you. I won’t allow it.”

“It took you so long to come home…you didn’t answer me…I thought something happened. And…and I kept imagining that they got to you. And…and I don’t know what I was thinking…I got scared.” Yugi stuttered in a small, choked voice, avoiding his guardian’s keen eyes.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to get back little one. It’s okay…I’m here now. Shhh. It’s alright. You’re safe.” Atemu soothed the teen with small kisses, gently rubbing the moisture away from his face as he whispered comforting words.

The ruby eyed agent was sorely wishing that he had not been delayed for so long by his neighbor, and that he would have had the presence of mind to actually listen for Yugi’s voice instead of tuning him out. If he had, this whole scene might have ended differently. He could only hope that the damage wasn’t irreparable, that Yugi would continue to trust in him, even after he had let the boy down - again.

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Shadi opened the door to their office, allowing his wife to enter before him. They had just returned from giving a deposition on one of the cases that was in the process of going through the court system. It was late, and he was dead tired. Not to mention how Isis was feeling. She had hardly slept a wink in the past two days, incomplete visions of a dim future getting the best of her.

The two of them were only returning to their office to pick up a couple of files and the phone that Shadi locked in his desk for their questioning. Isis thanked him politely as she made her way to her side of the office. The bald man followed, neither of them seeing the figure that was sitting in Shadi’s chair over in the opposite corner of the darkened room.

“Where the hell have the two of you been? And where the hell is that little shit that everyone was so adamant about me hiring? He should have been back by now. I have to go and deal with political affairs for a couple of months and this whole office goes to hell!” One of the desk lights in the corner winked on.

Isis held a hand to her chest in shock, Shadi dropping the cell phone that he had just picked up out of the drawer that she unlocked, the device clattering loudly in the silence after the outburst. “Jesus Armand, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” She reprimanded the man.

Shadi glared over at his commander. Ever since Armand Dox became the Assistant Director of the FBI, he had ceased to be one of their most trusted comrades. Now he was nothing more than a glorified desk jockey, hogging all the glory for the cases that his men solved, and rubbing elbows with the political elite. The bald agent gave an expression of distaste before turning back again to address his one time friend.

“We have been working on a new lead that developed in the case you dumped on us a couple of years ago, sir.” Shadi said, emphasizing the title that he thought the other man didn’t deserve. He knew full well that the man wasn’t referring to their whereabouts today, but rather the bills that he received from two weeks ago. “Other than that, we’ve managed to clear one other minor case that was sitting on the books for the past two years.”

Dox gave the agent a slight glare, before curiosity got the better of him. “You got something on the cult murders? Twenty or so years and fifteen different agents and you got something on those murders? Please tell me it’s a witness.”

“In a way, it is.” Isis stepped in, sensing her husband’s rage towards the emaciated man sitting in his chair. “The last body they dumped wasn’t totally destroyed. We were able to gather quite a bit of evidence from the boy who was murdered.”

Dox pushed himself out of Shadi’s chair, pointing at the two agents. “I don’t care about another dead body! I want a live witness to this shit! There has to be someone out there who saw something! We need progress that can be documented! Another dead body is just that…another fucking body! This case makes us look bad to the public…And where in the hell is that little shit Atemu! He’s been here for all of two years and he’s taking a sabbatical? What the fuck is this? A college? You find him and get his ass back to work in the next two days or his job is history! Jesus H. Christ this place has gone to hell in a hand basket.”

Shadi bristled at the comment, taking a threatening step forward.

“You knew Atemu was going to be gone before you left.” Isis reminded her boss as she stepped, once again, into her husband’s path, laying a hand on his shoulder to calm him. They didn’t need the complications of Shadi getting into a full blown fight with their superior; they had enough to deal with at the moment.

“Not this long! That little shit has been nothing but a pain in the ass ever since I took him on! He’s irresponsible and lazy; he can’t even manage to clear his case load without taking time off for personal issues! ”

The statement couldn’t have been more untrue, but Isis didn’t dare to interrupt the man’s tirade, nor would she let Shadi. It never did them any good before. It was better to let the little cretin get it all out of his system first, and then make him see reason. Isis sighed deeply, giving her boss a deadly glare.

If Dox would have cared to remember, it was Atemu who’d given the FBI their first lead on the child porn ring that had been busted two months ago, not to mention a number of other small, problem cases. But the man ignored every contribution that the tricolor haired agent had made, instead ranting about every flaw that he could find, stretching the truth to suit his needs. The fit lasted for about five minutes before the older man ran out of disparaging comments, and the breath to say them in.

Dox glared at the two agent’s for a few minutes. Both Shadi and Isis stared levelly back at him, neither saying a word. The standoff continued for a few moments more before the man’s pager went off in the silence. Holding a hand up – his way of saying stay put, he used Shadi’s phone to take the call, making himself to home at the agent’s neatly arranged desk.

“You rang sir.” His harsh voice taking on a softer, more subservient tone when the call was answered.

“Ah yes, Assistant Director Dox. A few moments of your time, if I may? I think we may have found a solution to the problem that we had earlier.”

Giving the agents a pointed glare, Dox continued his conversation on their phone. “I will be right there Senator. I was just finishing up.”

“Thank you, this won’t take long, I assure you.” The Senator said before hanging up.

Dox hung up the phone and directed his comments to his agents, rubbing his temples with his fingers as he stood up. “Look, you guys are good. The best around, really. And I really appreciate the work you’ve both done on this case, but we have other problems that we need to deal with, so unless there’s a witness or something like that, I’m pulling you off. We need something more than what we have. And as for Atemu, unless he’s back to work within the next two days, or you have a good excuse for his being gone…Do you have an excuse?”

Isis shook her head. “No, but I will find out where he is. And I’ll let him know to contact you.”

Dox shook his head. Pointing his finger again, he said threateningly “Tell him that if he’s not back, then he’s gone. I can find someone to replace him. Talented or not, he has to learn the rules just like everyone else.” Then the man strode out of the room, the door slamming loudly behind him.

“And to think I used to actually like that man.” Shadi glared at the closed door. “He was fishing, wasn’t he?”

Isis gave a sidelong glance at her husband. “He wasn’t fishing, he was warning us. In his own way he was warning us that they know about Atemu and the witness. We need to get out of here and find a safe way to contact Atemu. I don’t know how much they know and how much they’re guessing at!”

“Son of a bitch! Let’s go…I don’t know, lets just go! We’ll figure it out later.” Shadi took a hold of Isis’s hand and pulled her out of the room. It wouldn’t be safe to call from here, not when they didn’t know who was involved.

Their footsteps echoed off the deserted corridor as they all but ran out of the building, all thoughts of case files and cell phones forgotten. Once outside, the hasty plan was to find a pay phone somewhere in a public place, someplace that couldn’t be traced – if that were even a concern anymore. And there was no place more public than the downtown strip mall that was two blocks over.

As they walked along the nearly deserted sidewalk towards the downtown area, both Shadi and Isis heard a car start from somewhere close behind them. Isis shuddered, as the implication hit home, they were being tailed. Both of them tried hard not to break into an all out sprint for the crowded area of the city, not wanting their tail to know that they were spotted, even if they were being rather obvious.

“Come on, we need to blend in with the crowd. I know the perfect place, and it has a pay phone.” Shadi stepped off the main path, pulling Isis along with him, heading towards the shopping district. The bald agent wasn’t even going to think about why their tail wasn’t trying to hide. That could only mean one thing. They were expendable now. How the hell did they find out where the boy was?

“You do realize that you just gave us away, right?” Isis commented as they picked up their pace, running through the beaten path that cut into the middle of the park. In the distance, they could hear the car that was following them as it tore off around the corner, no doubt to beat them to their goal.

“Yes, but by the time they go around the park, we’ll be within sight of the mall, and they can’t exactly try to pick us up there. And they just gave away the fact that they don’t need us to find the boy!” Shadi replied, huffing as he continued to sprint through the well cared for park that separated their office building from the shopping district.


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The pair sat there on the floor, Yugi held tightly in Atemu’s capable hands, with the door wide open, until the terrified teen finally caught his breath. A half an hour had flown by - bringing the darkness of the night in with it, the breeze taking on a slight chill. By then the small teen felt completely and utterly stupid. He had flown completely off the handle, and almost hurt the one person that he cared most about in this world, all because he couldn’t contact him. The longer he ran through what happened in his mind, the more foolish he felt.

“I-I’m sorry…” Yugi sniffed, curling in on himself in shame.

“It’s okay little one. I was the one at fault. I never should have left you for so long, I’m sorry I was late. You’ve done nothing wrong. Even I had nightmares after reading that. Come on, let’s put this stuff away, and I’ll get you something to calm you down.” Atemu pulled them both to their feet.

After giving the boy a chaste peck on the lips, he started picking up the scattered remains of their food. Yugi shakily obliged, reaching down to gather some of the cans that had rolled away from the rest of the mess.

Together the two of them picked up the rest of the groceries that lay, scattered about where Atemu had dropped them. The eggs were broken, but other than that, most of the food was still intact. After making short work of putting everything where it belonged, Atemu guided his charge back into the living room, pushing the boy gently down on to the couch.

“I’ll be back in a minute. Just relax.” The agent murmured softly before sauntering into the kitchen. The cell phone rang, and it took him a moment to find it. He answered it, expecting a call from Shadi. But by the time he had finally gotten to it, whoever it was had already hung up, the caller ID remaining perfectly blank as if the call didn’t exist.

Shrugging to himself, the agent pulled two glasses from the cupboard. It was not unheard of for calls to get dropped, as there were very few towers out here in the middle of nowhere. If it was important, the person would call back.

A minute later, Atemu returned to the living room, holding two squat, round glasses filled almost to the brim with a dark red liquid. He handed one of them to Yugi as he sat down next to him. “Here Aibou, I know I’m contributing to the delinquency of a minor, but I think you deserve this after what you’ve been through tonight.”

Yugi accepted the glass, holding it up to look at it, his eyes still puffy and red from the episode earlier. “What is it?”

“It’s wine little one. Sip it slowly, don’t gulp. It’ll help you relax some.” Atemu said before taking a leisurely sip from his glass.

Yugi took a sniff, pulling back from the bitter smell, his pert nose wrinkled in distaste. “Does it taste okay? It doesn’t smell all that great.”

“You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to. But it might help to calm you some.” Atemu said before taking a drink of his wine.

“No really, it’s okay. I’ll try it.” Yugi took a hesitant sip.

The wine didn’t taste too bad. A little bitter on his tongue, but it left a pleasantly warm tingling feeling as it slid down his throat. He took another small sip. This time he didn’t taste the bitterness. A couple more sips and he was feeling at ease enough to lean back against the couch. An uncomfortable silence stretched out between the two of them, neither knowing quite how to start the conversation. It was almost as if there was an unspoken barrier between them after the incident earlier. And neither one of them knew how to overcome it.

“So…ah…what was your life like when you were younger?” Atemu asked haltingly after a few more moments of silence, not quite knowing what to say, but wanting to take the boy’s mind off of what he had read earlier.

Yugi glanced over at his protector in surprise. “I remember being on my own a lot, not really having any friends other than my grandpa. We didn’t really stay in one place for too long. Why?” It was only the third time that the man had initiated a conversation. Usually it was left up to Yugi, to try to get him to talk.

Atemu shrugged, looking away. “I was just curious. You already saw what my life was like. I’ll understand if you don’t want to talk about it.”

The small teen grasped at the agent’s feeble attempts to make conversation, needing to know that things were still okay between them, even after what he did. “No, its okay, it helps me to remember my grandpa when I talk about him. It was always him and I from the time I was little. He once told me that we used to live in the mountains somewhere when my parents were alive, but I don’t really remember anything from that time. And the house we lived in caught on fire, so I don’t even have pictures of them to jog my memory.”

“No pictures, no nothing? Do you remember anything about them at all?”

Yugi shrugged. “Not really. I must have been really young when they died. The first thing I can seem to remember from when I was little was the time we lived in California. I was about six at the time. I remember the candle on the cake…Anyways, Grandpa and I lived in these condos, and the neighbors had this huge dog, like a St. Bernard. I was terrified of him. He used to chase me whenever I went outside to play. Grandpa threatened to kill him once, but that scared me even more. I started crying, and he said he was joking. He never said anything about it again. But we moved soon after.”

“You’re first memory was from when you were six?” That was a little odd. A distant thought nagged at the agent’s mind, but when he tried to grasp it, it danced just out of his reach.

“Yeah, why?” Yugi looked up at Atemu curiously, their eyes locking, before they both looked away.

“Most people’s memories start about the time they can recognize words, which is when they’re about two or so.” Atemu stated. What was it that was nagging him so badly? It was a question that he had yet to ask of his little one, but for the life of him he couldn’t remember what it was. It was aggravating.

Yugi thought on that for a while as he took a sip off his wine. Finally he said “Yeah, I can see that making sense. I can’t seem to remember anything before that time though. Just the dog. Everything else seems to come after that.”

The unease between them lifted as they found that they had similar backgrounds. Atemu considered himself lucky that he could remember at least what his parents looked like, his charge didn’t even have that to comfort him when he was down.

The two continued their quiet conversation for a little while, both of their glasses becoming empty as the time passed. As soon as the last sip was taken, Atemu took both of their glasses in for a refill, only giving Yugi half a glass full the second time. The teen was holding himself well for never having alcohol before, but Atemu could tell that he had a buzz by the flush of color in his cheeks and the slight glaze to his eyes. Half a glass more ought to relax him enough to keep the bad dreams at bay tonight. Walking back into the living room, the ruby eyed agent handed the glass back to his charge, sitting down next to him as he took a sip out of his glass.

The warm, tingling feeling was starting to numb his thinking as the small teen took another sip off of the dark colored liquid. He chanced another quick glance over at his protector, the other half of his soul. The man was calmly sitting on the couch, sipping at his wine, looking almost regal with his rigid posture and thoughtful frown. How was he ever going to get this edgy, distrustful man to relax around him? Especially when he was so quick to freak out, like he had earlier.

Reaching over, the small teen linked their hands, flashing a quick smile when the agent looked over at him. When Atemu suddenly smiled back, a true smile, the teen’s breath caught in his throat. God, the man was absolutely stunning when he smiled! Just that slight hint of those straight, pearly white teeth set against gorgeous, caramel toned skin. And now that he had seen it once, the small teen would give anything just to see that dazzling smile again.

Feeling the slight boldness brought on by his first alcoholic drink, Yugi set his glass down and moved from his side of the couch to straddle the agent’s lap, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck. Yugi knew he wouldn’t be rejected, but he had never made the first move like this before, so he wasn’t quite sure what to expect. Whatever happened, though, he knew he needed to let his soul mate know how much that small smile affected him.

“You should do that more often!” Yugi murmured, running a hand gently through Atemu’s hair.

“Do what?” Atemu asked warily. It had taken all of the agent’s strength not to jump when his charge climbed up in his lap. The contact was unexpected and he wasn’t quite prepared to have a lap full of his little one. At the moment, they were so close that he could see each individual eyelash that framed those alluring, innocent eyes. Finding himself lost in those amethyst jewels, all Atemu wanted to do was close the distance between them and kiss the boy soundly for his audacity.

“Smile…I think that is the first true smile I’ve ever seen on your face. You’re really sexy when you smile.” Yugi grinned impishly as he threaded his fingers through the agent’s luxurious mop of tricolor hair.

Atemu rolled his eyes at the comment, disbelieving, but gave in to the teen’s demands with a slight smirk. “I will have to do it more often then…for you.”

Leaning in, the ruby eyed agent closed the distance between them, capturing the teen’s soft lips in a tender kiss as he wrapped his arms around the slight figure in his lap, Atemu drew the boy’s bottom lip into his mouth, suckling gently, wringing a groan of approval from Yugi at his action.

They pulled away to gaze into each other’s eyes, Yugi touching Atemu’s parted lips tenderly with his fingertips, blushing lightly when the man drew them into his mouth, massaging them with his tongue. God he wanted this stunning, ruby eyed man so badly. But they needed to clear the air first. The comment that his guardian had just made a moment ago was the teen’s whole point of contention. For him…No Atemu needed to do things for himself, not for Yugi.

Yugi withdrew his fingers, refusing to acknowledge Atemu’s little groan of disappointment; to plant both hands flat against the agent’s chest and look him straight in the eyes. It was time to finish their little discussion that had been going on over the last couple of weeks, now that he had his guardian’s full and undivided attention. It didn’t hurt that the small bit of alcohol Yugi consumed was making him act on his thoughts.

“You are so sexy; I don’t understand how you can’t see that. And you’re a good person. But you hide behind this whole ‘I don’t care’ front that you have going, trying to keep me at a distance. Using your gifts as an excuse.” He admonished the man.

“Yugi…I” Atemu attempted to comment, but he was cut short, pinned by the teen’s amethyst glare. Did he do something wrong again? What happened? He was trying really hard to open up to this small teen that had turned his world upside down in the short amount of time they knew each other, but it was so hard to let someone in after being on his own for so long. And he was so afraid that if something went wrong, that his little one would pay the price.

“NO! Please, just listen to me this time. I want you to understand this. You push yourself too hard, trying to please me, without opening up to me. Hell, you collapsed this morning, that’s how hard you pushed! I know that you’re trying to control this for me, but that’s not what I want from you. In fact, it’s the exact opposite of what I want. You’re hurting yourself, I don’t want that.”

“Yugi, let me…” Atemu tried again. He had to make his little one understand that this ability he had would hurt the boy if he let it get out of control.

Yugi only shook his head at the man, telling him that he wasn’t finished talking yet. The small teen took one of Atemu’s slender hands into his own smaller one, holding them both up to each other as if comparing their size. The boy contemplated the sensations of that strong, slightly calloused hand against his own, not looking at the agent as he spoke.

“I care about you so much; you just don’t seem to understand that. Stop punishing yourself for past mistakes, everyone makes them! And stop pushing yourself for me. If you want to learn control over these gifts, do it for you – not me. You’re not going to hurt me, and I’ll love you irregardless. You need to believe in yourself, in your abilities. I do. The only thing I want is to see you smile, but for you…not for me. You hold yourself to the most impossible standards. No one could achieve what you have done over the past couple of weeks. And yet you expect more. Stop it.” Yugi repeated, blinking tears of emotion away.

He had to find a way to pound these words into his guardian’s head. The man couldn’t continue to think that he was going to hurt him with his powers, trying to keep him at arm’s length. It was time that Atemu learned that he was better than that.

Atemu bit the inside of his lip as he contemplated the teen’s words. After about a minute, he finally answered. “Aibou…I will try, okay. For you I will try.”

“No” He said softly, holding the man’s intense ruby gaze, “I don’t want it to be for me. I want it to be for you. I want to see you happy, you rarely ever smile, and when you do – it’s more of a smirk that a true smile. I’ve seen a glimpse of the real person behind the front that you put up, but it’s not enough. I don’t like it when you get all pissed off at some mistake that you think you made. It’s time to let it go. There are other ways to waste energy. I can think of a good one right now…I want you Atemu, but I want the real you, not the perfectionist who fears getting close to another person, the real you. The person I caught sight of earlier this week.” Yugi’s voice turned husky as he whispered the last part of his comment, catching the ruby eyed agent’s attention rather quickly, as Atemu studied his face for the truth.

Finally realizing that he was where he wanted to be all along…That this small, strikingly beautiful angel was offering him acceptance, for who he was. Not for what he could offer, or for what he could do, but for who he was. All their talks, all the times that Yugi had said that he cared, everything was finally starting to sink in to the agent’s mind. It was true, he had shown more of his true personality over the past couple of weeks, but he still had this niggling doubt that what the teen wanted was for someone to protect him, to take over the role of his dead caretaker, and so he acted accordingly.

“That’s not true, you know.” Yugi answered Atemu’s thought with a quiet voice.

This time, the ruby eyed agent wasn’t surprised. With a sigh, he replied “I know it; it just takes a while to convince myself that you’re really here, that you exist. I’m so used to being on my own, being feared by everyone that knows me, other than my family. It’s far easier to convince myself that people don’t want to get to know me than it is to think that someone could care.”

“Well, stop. I do care, and I’m not going anywhere other than where you take me.” Yugi closed the distance between them, practically begging to be kissed.

Atemu accepted the gesture, capturing pliant lips within his own, his hands wandering down the teen’s slender back to cup his rear end. The agent practically purred when he heard the breathless moan the boy made. This had to be true, it couldn’t be a dream. Not this time. The boy in his lap had to be his, Atemu wanted so badly for this night to not be another dream, like so many others that he’d had in the past. When the agent opened his eyes, he realized that the teen had made no move to get away from him. And he thanked any god listening for sending him the small angel.

Pulling away, he found a sensitive patch of skin, just below the teen’s ear that was perfect territory for him to mark. Giving a little nip to the earlobe, his hands automatically tightened around the boy’s rear as Yugi unconsciously grasped his shoulders; his breath coming in short bursts as he squirmed on the agent’s lap.

“Please Atemu, I need you.” Yugi panted, his breath fanning warmly against Atemu’s neck, causing goose bumps to rise on the sensitive skin. The small teen was already aroused from the attention that the agent was currently giving him. And becoming more so with every passing moment.

“Are you sure you’re ready to take this step with me little one?” The agent pulled back to question the teen. He would give the boy one last out while he could still think coherently.

Soft lips returned to Atemu’s, just a scant inch away as Yugi breathed “I want you; you are my Yami, my darkness, the other half of my soul. I have wanted you ever since I first laid eyes on you. Please?” The small teen was ready to beg to just to have the other hold him, love him like he needed so desperately.

Pressing his lips briefly against Yugi’s, Atemu whispered “Who am I to deny you, my Hikari…Aibou. But I think we might want to take this into the other room. This couch is too small for the both of us.”

Yugi giggled lightly at the off handed comment, and then clapped a hand over his mouth at the sound, amethyst eyes wide. “Did I just do that?” He groaned, horrified by the un-masculine sound.

“Yes…you just giggled Hikari mine.” Atemu smirked at the surprised boy. The small teen looked adorable with his reddened face; his eyes open wide in shock at the sound that had just come out of his mouth.

Taking advantage of the teen’s lapse in attention, Atemu hefted their weight off the couch - almost losing his balance as Yugi wrapped his slender legs around his waist, bringing their arousals into contact with each other. The small teen wrapped his arms around Atemu’s neck for balance, burying his head in the agent’s neck.

They made it to the bedroom without any further mishap, where the agent suddenly dropped a surprised Yugi onto the bed. Both of them laughing lightly; Atemu at the disgruntled look on Yugi’s face when he found himself dumped backwards onto the bed, Yugi at the contentment in his new lover’s grin. Their laughter died when they looked at each other, a look of profound happiness taking its place. It was their time, no matter what happened afterwards, no one could take this from them.

Atemu leaned in, perched on the edge of the bed as he pulled Yugi up to his knees for a passionate kiss. As they broke apart, he whispered “God little one, I want you so bad right now. You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

The small teen blinked back at him innocently, his words belying the naive look he was giving as he pressed his slender body wantonly against Atemu’s. “If it’s anything like what you’re doing to me, then yes, I do.”

The agent groaned softly, his imagination in overdrive, before gently disentangling himself from the boy. There was something that he needed before their night could continue.

“Give me just a minute Aibou. I need to get something.” Atemu chuckled lightly as he walked out to the bathroom. After rummaging around the cabinet for a minute, he calmly walked back into the bedroom, a small bottle clutched tightly in his hands – warming massage oil. There was no way he was going to hurt his little one if he could help it.

“I think this will do for what we’re planning.” He smirked as he returned to his place perched on the edge of the bed, showing the bottle to Yugi.

“O-oh.” Yugi’s face turned a bright shade of red as he got a good look at the bottle that was in his soon-to-be lover’s hands. Everything he had ever heard about the act of making love rushing into his thoughts and causing his face to warm. Just the thought of what they were going to do was causing the blood to rush to his face at the same speed as it rushed to another part of his anatomy, making his heart race in anticipation.

Atemu gave him a suspicious look. “You do understand what we’re going to do, don’t you?”

This time the teen’s face turned a deep crimson color as he sputtered a reply. “I-I…we…you’re going to put…tha…your…we’re going to have sex?” He trailed off to a whisper, swallowing thickly as he studied his tightly clasped hands.

Atemu climbed up onto the bed, until he was inches away from his lover’s embarrassed face. His voice husky with need “That’s right Aibou; I’m going to take this…” He grabbed the teen’s hand and put it to his very obvious arousal, letting the boy curiously run his hand over soft cloth that covered the throbbing appendage. Then, he reached over, sliding a hand between Yugi’s spread knees to touch the one place that no one had ever touched other than Yugi himself, as he nibbled on an earlobe, his breath fanning across sensitive skin, causing goose bumps as it passed. “…and I’m going to put it here…”

The teen sucked in a breath at the gentle touch, his hands moving reflexively to Atemu’s shoulders, squeezing tightly as the agent’s hand rubbed against him, massaging him softly. Atemu continued to massage Yugi through his jeans as he nibbled a path down the boy’s neck, to his collar bone. He gave the protrusion a slight nip - causing Yugi to jump slightly - before soothing the injury with his lips and his tongue.

Mind still slightly fuzzy from the alcohol he had consumed, Yugi was on cloud nine when Atemu started to tease and taste the skin that was within his easy reach, licking a path from his sensitive ear down his neck to run along the collar of his tee shirt. Every nerve in the teen’s petite body was responding to the stimulus that his soul mate was providing with his tongue, his teeth and his hand. Groaning audibly, the small teen moved against the slender hand that was gently massaging his lower regions. At the breathy sound, Atemu turned his attention to the teen’s lips, pulling him in for a deep, erotic kiss.

“Oh god Atemu, I…I want you…” Yugi murmured breathlessly as they broke apart.

Yugi’s slim body was on fire from the tips of his fingers, which had grasped tightly on to the front of Atemu’s black tee-shirt, all the way down to his curled toes. The diminutive teen could feel his temperature rise with every gentle movement of the other’s hand, with every lick and nip as Atemu turned his attention to a small, ultra sensitive spot on his neck just below his ear, causing a deep shudder to rock the teen’s lithe frame.

Atemu gently laid the breathless, trembling teen back on the bed, covering him with his slender body. Yugi automatically lifted his arms to wrap them around the man’s broad shoulders, feeling the corded muscles as they flexed beneath his fingertips with every minute movement, wrapping his legs around his waist. And then Atemu started to rock against him, grinding his clothed arousal up against Yugi’s, taking the small teen’s very breath away with his slow, erotic movements.

The agent glanced down at his soon to be lover, taking in the boy’s sensual look; the slightly parted lips, the flush on his cheeks, those glorious amethyst eyes closed tightly. Groaning faintly as Yugi wound his small hands into his thick tricolor hair, pulling slightly every time Atemu rocked against him. His little one resembled an angel that he had seen on a painting in his youth, an ethereal, untouchable angel as he writhed wantonly against Atemu’s larger, more muscular body in complete bliss. He leaned back in to taste the treasure that now belonged to him and him alone.

The agent ran his fingers around the top of Yugi’s pants, pulling his tee shirt away from his jeans – sliding underneath to caress the soft, fair skin hidden from his view. His actions causing the boy to squirm against him, igniting a fire deep within his lower regions. In one fluid movement, the shirt was gone from the teen’s body, exposing more of the enticing flesh beneath. Atemu dipped his head, intent on tasting every inch of the pale, soft skin that was bared to his eyes.

“No fair” Yugi pouted, his small frame trembling under Atemu’s onslaught.

“Aw, poor baby.” Atemu responded as he kissed a trail down the teen’s stomach, mapping out all the teen’s sensitive areas with his tongue.

The small teen pouted for a few more seconds, before Atemu found a particularly sensitive spot just to the right of his belly button, then his whole body trembled as he let out a pleasured moan. The agent worked that spot over, grazing it with his teeth, only to soothe it with his tongue. He felt the small teen arch up underneath him as he ran his hand around the waistband of the teen’s hip hugging jeans. The boy was so very sensitive to every move that he made. In a sudden bout of possessiveness, Atemu wondered if anyone else had laid claim to the fragile being writhing so sensually beneath him.

“Aibou…have you ever…done this before?”

Yugi studied his other half from beneath thick lashes, understanding the need behind the question. He knew that the man’s confidence was still lagging, it was apparent to him even though Atemu hid it well beneath his haughty exterior. But for him to voice the question meant that it was lagging even below what he had first thought.

Quickly, Yugi sought to relieve his lover’s mind. “No, you’re the first. Have you?”

Atemu looked relieved, before his face took on a reddish hue. “I’ve never gotten that far. I’m not ignorant about what happens, but the knowledge I have came second hand, from my cousins and their exploits.”

So, he wasn’t the only person who hadn’t ever had the pleasure of sex. The small teen was overjoyed by the admission. “Good.” He replied breathily, leaning up for a kiss. “That just means that you belong to me.”

Atemu leaned in, obliging his new lover. “As do you to me. But just because I haven’t gone all the way doesn’t mean that I don’t know how to do this.” He whispered, taking those soft lips into his own, coaxing the teen to open his mouth. Their tongues battled for dominance, Atemu’s winning in the end, as he reaped his rewards, exploring every inch of the teen’s mouth with his tongue.

As they broke apart, Yugi whispered “Then show me.”

“With pleasure.” Atemu replied, unzipping the teen’s pants, to touch what lay hidden beneath, running his fingers lazily over the tip as Yugi arched up into the contact with a low groan, his breath taken away as Atemu started to caress his erection firmly, the pressure building in the pit of his stomach with each leisurely stroke.

Before Yugi knew it, his pants were lying in a pool on the floor – and he had no earthly idea how they ended up there. Atemu’s shirt and pants soon followed their fate. The pair fell back upon the bed in a tangle of limbs, breathless noises of passion heard throughout the cozy bedroom.

Atemu hummed appreciatively as he beheld the lithe figure of his small lover, the boy laid bare before him. His little one had a body to die for, with his slim hips and tapered waist. The agent now understood what a starving man felt like at the sight of a buffet. After looking his fill, he took the boy back into his arms kissing him long and hard as he ran his hands over the silky, porcelain skin.

“You’re beautiful Aibou.” He breathed in awe as they pulled apart.

“So are you.” Yugi answered truthfully, unable to take his eyes off the agent’s masculine physique. The teen had been close to drooling as his lover bared himself, showing off his tan, well defined chest, flat stomach and slender hips and legs. The man was a god in human flesh, and the look in his exotic eyes was quickly turning Yugi to mush.

“Love me, please.” He murmured one last time.

“Always.” Atemu replied, running his hands over the teen’s exposed chest, and down to his thighs teasingly, bypassing the one area that Yugi really wanted him to touch.

Arching into the teasing touch, Yugi groaned softly. “Please…”

“Hmmm, did you want something little one?” Atemu questioned, his hand trailing from one thigh up to the teen’s stomach and back down to his other thigh. He smiled when the boy’s breath quickened - and he moved against his hand, his whole body trembling in want.

“You…” The small teen replied breathily.

“As you wish.” Atemu countered, skimming the boy’s thighs with his fingertips until he reached the place where Yugi wanted him to touch, his calloused hand tickling the sparse patch of hair that marked Yugi as old enough for them to be entertaining the notion of having sex.

Wrapping his fingers around his lover’s throbbing erection, Atemu started stroking the rigid flesh, wringing another heartfelt groan from the teen’s kiss bruised lips. The agent’s eyes lingered on his lover’s euphoric face for only a second before he leaned over the teen’s hardened length and gave the tip a quick kiss. With a screech, Yugi’s body arched off the bed, surprising Atemu into backing off. Repositioning his arms, the ruby eyed agent returned to his work, one hand pressing the boy firmly into the mattress.

Satisfied that the boy wasn’t going to be able to do that again, Atemu leaned in to taste his lover fully, engulfing the tip in his moist mouth. Yugi, unable to move his body, fisted his hands in the sheets, his toes curling in anticipation.

Once he was finished teasing the boy, Atemu began to move his head over the teen’s throbbing manhood, fisting what he couldn’t fit into his mouth. Even though this was his first time doing this, his diminutive lover seemed to be enjoying what he was doing, making small noises as he writhed underneath Atemu’s attention. Deciding that he had toyed with the teen enough, Atemu moved slowly up his body to draw him into another passionate kiss before taking the bottle of oil that he had laid off to the side, and coating his fingers with it.

Liquid ruby eyes burning into Yugi’s wide amethyst ones, the agent positioned a slick finger at the boy’s virgin entrance, teasing the soft skin around it with light strokes. The teen sucked in his breath, grasping the sheets beneath him tightly, as the slender digit wriggled its way up into his body, massaging him from the inside. The touch felt vaguely uncomfortable, and Yugi made a face, his body trying to expel the invader. But Atemu continued on, pressing the lone digit up further inside the tight channel, searching for one certain spot.

“Ngh!! Atemu!!!” Yugi cried out as his toes curled in reaction to his prostate being hit. The pleasure was so intense, so completely unexpected. Automatically, his body began rocking back against the intruder, searching for more of what he had just felt a moment ago.

Atemu smirked when he heard the cry, knowing that he had found what he was searching for. He quickly added a second finger to the first, thrusting them in and out of the tight heat, working the teen over until he was chanting Atemu’s name like a mantra, his small hands fisted in the sheets as his body writhed beneath the onslaught of the new and powerful feelings . As the third finger entered the tight channel, Atemu stopped, hearing the teen’s surprised hiss of discomfort.

“Are you okay?” Atemu asked, staring down into heavy lidded amethyst eyes.

“Mmm-hmm. I’m fine, just hurts a little.” Yugi replied, his small hands still fisted in the silken sheets, holding on for dear life. “Please, go on.”

This time Atemu moved a little slower so as not to cause any more pain than necessary. This being the teen’s first time there was bound to be some pain, but he vowed not to make it any worse than it had to be. Slowly he worked the third finger up into the boy’s tight channel, trying to find the spot that would help him to forget the pain. The agent smirked slightly when his little one arched off the bed, his cry loud and unrestrained. Aiming for that spot again, Atemu pleasured the boy with his hand, watching his face as he cried out repeatedly.

When Yugi was taking three of his fingers with all signs of pleasure, his flagging erection returning, Atemu decided that it was time to move on. The agent withdrew his fingers, to the boy’s groan of disappointment.

Using the oil to slick up his erection, Atemu placed his throbbing member at the entrance to his lover’s body. Lowering his mouth, he drew the boy into an earth shattering kiss as he slowly entered the tight warmth. Small hands came up to clench tightly at his shoulders as he slid home inside his lover’s tight, willing body, as Yugi pulled out of the kiss to turn his head go the side, biting his lip to keep from crying out.

Yugi closed his eyes, trying to will the pain of his first time away. It took forever for Atemu to sheathe himself fully – or at least it felt like it to him, as he waited for the burning pain to subside. The small teen could feel each and every inch of Atemu’s swollen length as it was buried deep inside his body, filling and stretching him to his limits. A small noise of discomfort made its way past his lips, catching the agent’s attention.

Once he was fully seated within his new lover’s virgin body, Atemu held himself from moving. “Are you okay little one?” He asked, gently smoothing away a tear as it leaked from under the teen’s tightly closed eyes.

“Mm-hmm, I’ll be okay. Just give me a minute.”

“Take all the time you need Aibou. God, you’re so tight! If it gets to be too much, please tell me. I’ll understand.”

The small teen glanced up at his new lover, touched by the concern that he was showing. Neither of them moved as they both waited for Yugi to adjust to Atemu’s large size. After a few moments, Yugi gave an experimental roll of his hips, surprised when the burn didn’t worsen. This he could deal with, it wasn’t so bad. At first it felt like he was being torn apart, now that he was a little more used to Atemu’s girth filling him, he felt like he needed to move, to release some pent up energy, so he pushed back against his lover, relishing in the surprised moan that exited Atemu’s mouth.

“Oh god!” Atemu pushed back, sliding deeper into the tight warmth that surrounded his length.

The pair began to rock slowly against each other, trying to establish a rhythm, the pressure beginning to build deep within Yugi’s body as his partner slid out, only to return, filling him again and again, creating a friction that left him moaning Atemu’s name and craving more of the white hot feelings that he was generating. And that was before the agent switched his position, pulling the teen’s legs up over his shoulders, aiming directly for his prostate.

“AHH-HAA!” Yugi cried out, as an intense, pleasurable jolt ran through his body, causing his toes to curl and his feet to go numb.

Atemu smirked, aiming for that spot again, driving the teen to the brink of euphoria as he pounded away inside of his lover’s tight body. Just the feeling of those silken walls surrounding his swollen manhood was enough to make his eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure. He couldn’t take much more of this pressure that was building within his body. He could feel the coil of heat in his lower regions tightening.

Never before had Atemu thought that making love could feel so good. The feeling was almost indescribable, as Yugi writhed beneath him, urging him to create more of that desirable friction. Again and again, he drove into his lover’s pale, willing body, his only thoughts centering on pleasuring this small, angelic being who was willing to look past his oddities and see into his very soul.

“Ngh…At…Atemu...I…please.” Yugi panted. He arched up into Atemu’s thrusts, craving that sweet friction, all coherent thought lost as the agent continued to strike his sweet spot unerringly with each and every thrust.

The taller of the two reached between them, to grab a hold of Yugi’s erection, pumping gently in time with his thrusts. It quickly sent the small teen over the edge with a cry.

“ATEMU!!!AHHHH!!”

Atemu felt the warmth covering his hand at the same time the silken sheath tightened considerably around his length, squeezing him tightly. He spilled his seed into his teen lover with a cry, before losing all muscle movement to the sheer exhilaration of the potent climax, pulling out as he dropped to the side of his exhausted lover.

Raising himself shakily on one arm, Atemu reached out to pull the boy close to him, planting a tired kiss on his lips. “God I love you.”

“I love you too. That was amazing!” Yugi gasped, trying to regain his breath as he curled up against his exhausted lover.

“Mm-hm.” Was the only comment Atemu had the strength to voice before closing his eyes.

Eventually, Atemu gained enough strength to reach down and pull the sheet that they had kicked off the end of the bed over them before curling back up against the small teen and dropping off into a peaceful, sated sleep. It may have still been early, but after the eventful day they’d had, neither one of them was leaving this bed unless it was a dire emergency.

An hour later the continual beeping of the cell phone woke Atemu from a dead sleep. The agent fumbled around, cursing, as he knocked the bottle off the table from where he had placed it earlier in the night, before closing his hand around the shrill device.

Atemu brought the phone to his ear. “Yes?”

“Get out of there! Now!”

No further explanation was needed.


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