Between Two Loves

Between Two Loves
Author's Notes: I got this idea from reading a story called "Reputations on the Line," you can find it here http://www.e-fiction.org/viewstory.php?sid=215 . I would like to thank Miyokashi for allowing me to use her idea of Yami and his crush to go back in time and meet his past self. Basically this is sort of an A/U one shot where Arora doesn't remember her past relationship with Yami has Atemu. Yami and Atemu fight over her affections before deciding to both get what they want for her.

I do NOT own any of the YUGIOH characters

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Arora was kneeling in her garden ripping the weeds out before they started to choke her lavender and chamomile flowers. Footsteps on the gravel just barely entered her subconscious. She glanced up when a shadow fell over her form blocking warm sun from her slightly tan back.

“Yami!” she shouted jumping to her feet and into his waiting arms.

“Hey baby,” he said pressing his lips against hers and sliding his tongue inside.

Arora squealed happily when Yami slide his hand down into her shorts and grabbed hold of her pert bottom. He moaned when she slid her hand into his dark blue shirt and caressed his warm skin. They pulled away and Yami nipped her neck, just below the earlobe.

“How are you feeling my pet?” asked Yami, taking the wide rimmed straw hat from her head so that her black hair cascaded down her back and leading her to the dark green wrought iron bench.

“Much better now that you are here,” said Arora, taking a seat in his lap.

“Were you lonely without me?” asked Yami.

“Very much so,” said Arora, kissing his neck in between their little question and answer section. “So, how was America?”

“It had its own appeal,” said Yami softly. “It is a rather diverse culture, I do believe you would have enjoyed it had you not had had to go to England to visit your cousins: Ryu and Bakura. How are they by the way?”

“They are well,” said Arora, playing with the chain that held Yami’s Millennium Puzzle. “I got a call the other day,” said Arora after a long moment of silence.

“Who from?” asked Yami, picking at the buttons of her light blouse.

“Malik,” said Arora after awhile closing her eyes in pleasure has Yami latched onto one of her breasts.

Yami snorted in annoyance, he was still not overly fond of the Egyptian male; even though the platinum blonde male had apologized for the trouble he had caused under the influence of his darker half, Marik, and the trouble his darker half had caused before being sealed away. Part of the reason that Yami still hadn’t forgiven Malik was because; he had kept her hidden away from him on the boat. But there was another reason Yami hated Malik; because it was Malik that had done something that in Yami’s mind was unforgivable, Malik had been Arora’s first.

While Arora simple remembered the night in fragmented dreams here and there; she still had no recollection of that night’s events thanks to the Millennium Rod. There for she could find no blame to place on her dear friend and brother figure, Malik, for anything he or his darker half had done. This was something that also annoyed Yami to no end his woman’s loyalty to another man, not of her blood.

“What did he want?” asked Yami, trying with some success to hide the hate and spite in his voice.

“He wanted to invite the two of us to Egypt,” said Arora, running her hand over his chest. “He wants to show us a new mural that he and Isis have uncovered.”

Yami thought this over for a moment in his mind; he trusted Isis and he could never deny Arora anything no matter how hard he tried to do it. “When does he want us there?” asked Yami.

“Has soon has possible,” said Arora, kissing him softly.

“I will make the arrangements after I have had time to rest from my trip to America,” said Yami, placing a soft kiss on her neck.

“Thank you,” smiled Arora, leaning her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes falling asleep beneath the warm sun and her boyfriend’s gentle embrace.

Later that month_____________________________________________

Yami sat next to Arora on the airplane that was taking them to Egypt. It had been at least a year since he had seen the Ishtars’; most of those memories weren’t ones he was interested in repeating. He pursued his lips and sighed he smiled reassuringly at his love when he felt her worried eyes on him. She knew that he was keeping from her but figured he would tell her when the time came. He sat back in his seat and closed his eyes preparing for the long flight they had ahead of him.

Finally they stepped off the plane with Isis waiting for them. She smiled at Yami, glad to see him in good health, and embraced Arora then escorted the two of them to her car before driving to the apartment she now shared with her lover, Rashid, and her brother, Malik. Malik was enthralled to see his baby sister in good health and embraced her before Yami could get a word out of his mouth. Then they set down to business.

“Pharaoh,” said Isis calmly. “I have come across a tablet I believe you and imutou will find most interesting.”

“Oh,” said Yami, raising an eyebrow ignoring his girlfriend’s curious glance.

Without another word Isis stood up and walked down a long narrow underground tunnel with Yami and Arora following him.

“What did she mean?” asked Arora, has they walked down the tunnels. “When she called you ‘Pharaoh’?”

Yami stared down at her in surprise then turned his head to look behind him at Malik questionable; to which the other male shrugged his shoulders. “Well,” said Yami slowly. “Its kinda a long story.”

Arora fixed him with a glare a clear sign telling him that he should start talking now. Thankfully though they had reached the stone tablet that Isis had mentioned. Yami blinked in surprise and stared up at the colored tablet that had become slightly warn with age. He was there but beside him at his feet was Arora barely dressed in a semi-transparent tunic of blue.

“What in the…” began Arora before trailing off, before she could get a good look at the tablet it began to glow and then everything went completely dark.

Tan legs and feet protected by golden sandals walked slowly down the narrow pathway. The male did this once at noon everyday remembering when he did it with his lover, his dead lover. It seemed like such a long time ago that she had died and taken their unborn child with her. He froze when he saw a slender leg sticking out from behind some bushes curious he went over and froze at what or who it was that he saw.

“Arora,” he whispered brushing her black hair from her eyes.

Atemu stared down lovingly at the pale female; when she had been taken from him he wasn’t sure what he would do. But now she was back in his arms and soon she would be back in his bed. With a smile he swept the girl up into his arms and carried her into the palace and his bedchambers. He lay besides her on the bed and ran his fingers through her hair; his eyes took in the strange clothing that adorned her body protecting it from his gaze. There was a piece of cloth wrapped around her waist that look almost like a kilt but was darker, softer; another piece of cloth covered her torso and her lovely chest he frowned picking at the round objects going up and down the front. He watched her stir awake and smiled waiting for her to awaken; it had been a long time since he had had company to warm his bed.

Arora awoke with a start and looked around widely she did not recognize this place. She blinked taking in her surroundings it reminded her of the ancient palace that Isis had brought her to one summer but this palace was in much better condition almost has if it had been only a few generations old instead of centuries.

“Where?” she began looking around in confusion.

“Ssshhh,” whispered a silkily familiar voice.

She turned her head and blinked in surprise there on the bed with her dressed like some sort of an Egyptian Pharaoh was Yami. No. Wait this wasn’t Yami this was someone else that looked a lot like him his eyes were darker and the red seemed to be more intense’ not only that but skin was a delicious caramel color.

“Arora,” he murmured breathlessly running his hands through her hair and around the back of her head to kiss her lips.

Arora froze and tried to jerk back but the male she was with simply wrapped an arm around her and pressed their bodies closer together until he had had his fill of her.

Yami awoke and shook his head. Getting to his feet he looked around and realized that he was in the royal gardens. He walked around searching for Arora something caught his attention out of the corner of his eyes and he turned his attention to look at it. It was Arora’s shoe, he picked it up and looked at it thinking for several long moments. He grinned then realizing somewhat what had happened. They must be in Ancient Egypt and that must mean that his past self, Atemu, had gotten his hands on her and taken her to his bedchambers in hopes of seducing “his precious Arora” into bed.

He stood straight up and started on his way into the palace moving through the shadows toward where his bedroom had been has Pharaoh. He slipped into the room and was not surprised to see his past self in bed with Arora and trying to get her hot and heavy for him and from the looks of things he was almost succeeding despite Arora’s efforts to not be seduced by him.

“If I may interrupt,” said Yami, smirking while he leaned against a pillar.

Atemu jerked away and glared at the male that had just entered the room. He blinked in surprise for several minutes before speaking.

“Who are you?” he asked coldly in annoyance.

“Yami,” whispered Arora softly, trying to think of something to say to her lover.

Yami was starting to grow annoyed with the length in which his past self was holding onto Arora. “I would appreciate you getting your hands off of my woman.”

“I believe the woman is mine,” said Atemu, nipping Arora’s neck and smirking in satisfaction when she gasped in pleasure.

Yami frowned before speaking up, “not this one. Your Arora is dead, that Arora,” said Yami pointing at Arora, “belongs to me.”

“And who are you?!” asked Atemu, pulling Arora closer to him possessively.

“I am you,” said Yami. “Five thousand years from now that is.”

“Prove it,” snorted Atemu, latching onto Arora’s lips and sliding his tongue inside her mouth while his hand cupped one of her breasts.

“It wasn’t until after YOUR Arora died that you realized how much you loved her and wanted her to rule by your side has your first wife,” said Yami softly.

Atemu froze and turned his cold eyes to look at his clone for several minutes, “bastard,” he growled. He snapped his head toward the door and opened his mouth to shout for the guards.

Arora panicked and grabbed his face jerking it towards her to kiss him; Atemu groaned and wrapped his arms around her pressing her flush against him. Atemu moved down to her neck and glanced at Yami out of the corner of his eyes; he grinned against her neck and motioned for Yami to join them. Yami smirked and read Atemu’s mind and moved forward to join the two of them on the bed; he wrapped his arms around her front and gripped her breasts.

She closed her eyes crying out in pleasure and arched her back slightly urging Yami to touch more of her breasts. Smirking Yami captured her lips in a brutal kiss and slid his tongue inside her mouth; while his hands ripped her blouse open causing the buttons to tear off and scatter around the bed and onto the floor. Atemu took this has an opportunity to move lower onto her chest. He pulled one of her breasts out from her bra and took it into his mouth while his clone massaged the other one through the material. Yami and Arora continued to kiss while she started to undo the golden belt around Atemu’s waist so that the while material around wrapped around it would pool around him.

Atemu’s hands ran up her thighs and he pushed the skirt she wore higher up her hips pressing himself in between her legs and rubbing himself. He smirked when her fluids moistened the material that covered her from his possession. He locked eyes with his clone and his smirk grew; both male pulled away to Arora’s displeasure and while Atemu was turning her around to face Yami, the latter was removing his dark blue shirt. Atemu locked onto her lips while Yami took her hands and placed them over the hem of his leather pants and groaned watching her blindly unbutton and unzip them. He pushed them down past his hips and kicked them off to the side.

He then reached up and pulled down her panties licking at the juices on them before tossing them aside. Finally he got down on his hands and knees and settled himself between her legs; lapping at her juices. Arora cried out into Yami’s mouth and arched her hips into his mouth. Atemu grinned and situated himself to her side holding onto her tightly before taking her still free breast into his mouth and sucking on it like a starving infant. Her cries started to get louder when Yami reached up behind her and start pulling on the bra strap until it tore releasing the other one. Yami finally pulled away seconds before her first orgasm and shifted slightly so he was hovering over her and took her other breast into his mouth while both males slipped fingers inside of her.

They released Arora so that she fell back onto the bed in the throws of her first orgasm watching her breathing heavily. The only thing she had on now was her skirt which barely covered her vagina from their prying eyes. They licked their lips and descended upon her again. Arora suddenly found her face in between Yami’s legs and Atemu’s in between her own. Yami trailed his hands into her hair and yanked sharply, acting on impulse Arora licked at the hardened staff slowly at first and then urged on by his moans and her own started licking faster until finally taking it in and sucking on it. Yami’s groans increased and so did her own before they both experienced an orgasm.

Arora pushed herself up and shook herself slightly before moving up to kiss Yami passionately. It took her a moment to remember Atemu, she turned her attention to the young Pharaoh that was watching her with a calculating expression. She flashed him a coy smile and crawled to him pressing an open mouthed kiss onto his lips and directing her own hands downwards between her legs knowing Yami could see full well what she was doing. Then while her fingers in and out of her she trailed wet kisses down Atemu’s chest and towards his own pulsing member which she began to repeat what she had done Yami.

Yami for his part would not be left undone and so he placed himself over Arora in a position that one would take before going doggy on their partner and grabbed her breasts letting her fingers brush against his regrowing penis. Arora smirked when she heard Atemu’s groans and groaned herself whenever her fingers brushed against a particular nerve bundle. She heard his satisfied groan has he spilt his seed into her mouth and pulled away. Atemu sat up and he along with Yami proceeded to lick her face clean of their left over seed.

Atemu then pulled Arora up onto his lap and thrust inside of her feeling her cry out; he reached over onto his bed table and tossed something to Yami before starting his thrusting. With a grin Yami poured the gunk into his hand and then rubbed it onto his hardened manhood; he knew what it was because he remembered using it himself numerous times on Arora. He then thrust into Arora from behind. Arora was drowning in the pleasure the two males were giving her and was screaming in near agonizing pleasure until she finally stopped and allowed herself to experience a final orgasm with both males following shortly afterwards.

The three of them lay down in the bed in a tangle of sheets and limbs; Arora still between them with both males still inside of her. She closed her eyes and began to drift off to sleep not focusing on the conversation between the two clones much but she did catch something like.

‘Next time let’s really have some fun.’

Which was followed by a laugh of approval.

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Author’s Notes: My first threesome and I must say this was the strangest experience I have ever had to deal with.