Wrinkled Dawn

“Wrinkled Dawn.”

By OldshipperOTP aka Yami Yuugi.
(Yes, you heard that right... I'm revealing who I am.. I'm Yami Yuugi from ff.net and here.)

Summary: Yuugi never thought he would see the day of this... His grandfather sneaks into his room and tries to take the god cards but the puzzle interferes and sends him into the past where me meets someone quite familiar.... Poor Yuugi!

This was written as a challenge for a friend of mine for her new favorite OTP, Oldshipping. (Solomon x Siamun). I am normally a puzzleshipper or a pharaonicshipper. So I hope this is alright. And trust me, I think it killed me a little when I wrote this.

A lot of alcohol was consumed to write this.

SolomonxSiamun in all of its crackish glory!

Warning: The names switching between characters is intentional.

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The day was normal, or at least it was in the eyes of the old shopkeeper. Solomon Mutou set his broom to the side, wiping sweat from his brow. It was a particularly slow day in sales. A few people stopped by in order to meet in the infamous king of games, but were incredibly disappointed. Yuugi was currently indisposed. He was making a new deck or something along those lines. The aging man simply did not care.

He turned his thoughts away from his grandson, finding his eyes on the poster of the Black Luster Soldier. He had an odd attraction towards the Duel Monster, one that bordered on the boundary of sane vs. insanity. The solider was everything in his eyes. He gave a brief smile, running his fingers across the poster heaving a sigh.

“Oh Black Luster Solider, how I love you.” He muttered, caressing the poster. He leaned forward, kissing the “mouth” of the supposed solider.

A set of footsteps halted Solomon’s moment, a groan escaping another occupant in the game shop. Frozen in place, the game shop owner craned his neck to the side, finding a pair of large amethyst eyes matching his own. Rigid in posture, he pulled away from the poster, smiling crazily at his grandson.

“Yuugi I thought you were making a new deck for Kaiba’s new tournament?” He asked; sweat dripping down the side of his face. His heart thudded in his chest from the apparent nervousness he faced. This was not looking good.

Yuugi shook his head, running a hand through his unruly mane of hair. He glared at his grandfather.

“Grandpa, you’re doing this again? How many freaking times have I caught you making out with that poster? Isn’t it like five now?”

Solomon shrugged his shoulders, gazing at his grandson with a frown. He walked closer to his poster, putting a hand on the Black Luster Soldier’s image.

“Don’t judge me or my choice in lovers, Yuugi!”

“It’s a poster of a drawn character from a children’s card game, Grandpa!”

“Don’t judge me!”

Yuugi rolled his eyes, turning away from his grandfather. “Whatever, I’m going to take a shower.”

With that, Yuugi walked up the stairs, forgetting to lock his bedroom door.

He stripped down out of his clothes, setting his puzzle on his desk with his new deck. The three Egyptian god cards sat face up next to the puzzle. He walked into the bathroom, closing the door.

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Sugoroku groaned, annoyed by his grandson’s antics. The duel king always caught him in the worst situations. It was no wonder his parents often referred to him as a “cock blocker.” Now the shopkeeper understood.

Trudging across the shop, Solomon turned the shop’s sign to closed. He was tired of dealing with people for time being. His sexual needs were far more important than selling children’s trading cards. Speaking of trading cards… His mind sought out the three legendary god cards.

The three Egyptian gods made him drool. The Black Luster Solider excited him greatly. However, the gods were another story. Dear Ra (no pun intended) the Winged Dragon of Ra, Osiris, and Obelisk sent shivers down his back.

Ever since Yuugi had brought the cards home from the Battle City tournament, he had fallen for the three gods. Staring at the cards brought forth his deepest sexual fantasies of being pharaoh and controlling the three gods. If only he could HOLD the cards again. The chance to hold them, caresses them, and whisper sweet nothings into their “ears.” Too bad Yuugi kept them hidden away in his room. Especially after the last time he had them, and almost-- yeah…. He almost ruined the cards with his seed.

Sugoroku shook his head, a pout forming on his face. He was bored and was caught in his actions with his poster. He needed some time of relief. Taking a moment, the old man sat back on his stool, tapping his chin in deep thought.

What could he possibly do? Yuugi would not let him see the cards over his small dead body. There was only one way…

His violet eyes widened, a smirk crossing his wrinkled features. That was it! He knew what to do.

‘What Yuugi doesn’t know won’t kill him.’

With this thought set in stone, Solomon headed upstairs, a perverted grin marring his features. He passed his own bedroom, noticing Yuugi’s door ajar. Curiously, he looked through the exposed space, finding his grandson nowhere in sight.

Noticing this, he crept into the room, hearing the sound of running water.

“He’s in the shower.” Solomon whispered to himself, grin still in place. He paused, noticing the puzzle gleaming on the desk. Curiously, he approached it, raising a brow.

The present millennium puzzle sat adjacent to the god cards, their powerful faces shining in the majesty of the puzzle’s golden light. The chance was rare in Sugoroku’s case, making his thought of kidnapping the cards ever so easy.

Ignoring the glistening puzzle, Sugoroku reached forward, reaching out for the three cards, excitement bubbling in his old, wrinkled body. He would finally get to live out his fantasy!

“Finally! I can live out my fantasies!”

Unfortunately, fate had other plans for this horny old man. As soon as his hands encountered the card closest to the puzzle, the light brightened, expanding to bathe the entire room in its brightness. Solomon ducked his head, shielding his eyes from the strange light. He groaned, feeling his body fall to the floor. He let out a scream as he was sucked into the millennium puzzle, the light dissipating moments later.

All the while, Yuugi stepped out of his bathroom, a towel wrapped around his thin waist. He blinked, gazing at his room in confusion. The bedroom door was open fully, and his god cards were moved away from the puzzle.

Something was not right.

Raising a brow, the violet-eyed teen inspected the puzzle, finding nothing of importance. He shook his head, turning to his closet.

“I guess I left my bedroom door open too. I had better get ready for my “date.” The baby panda said pulling out lots of leather bound clothes.

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Sugoroku’s body landed with a dull thud on hard limestone flooring. He groaned, massaging his aching backside. He sat there, eyes widening at the change of scenery.

“I’m definitely not in Domino anymore, Toto.” He whispered, taking in the large columns standing down the walls of the room. Vases of articulate design stood on pedestals, stalls lined in Hieroglyphics. The room held large amounts of gold, as seen from the large bed off to the side. This room held a royal air to it, signifying the status of the person who most likely occupied this area at some point in time.

Solomon pulled himself up, taking in the room of an Egyptian monarch. He knew that this room most likely belonged to the son of Re, a pharaoh. His archeological mindset took form, his eyes widening to those of a child on Christmas morning. Finding all of these artifacts in their original condition brought excitement in this old man’s mind. He reached forward, running his hand across a Senet board. The board was decorated with intricate designs, pieces sparkling like an Edward Cullen in the bright light.

Solomon’s attention remained on the board until a set of echoing footsteps captured his attention. He raised a brow, fear setting in. He would be killed on the scene if he were found in the pharaoh’s room.

Taking a breath, the old man attempted to crawl behind the bed in need of a hiding place. Although, his idea ultimately failed.

The door to the room creaked open, a small, fat form stepping forward. A body covered in linen from head-to-toe entered. The sound of his sandals tapped across the limestone.

The man gazed around the room, a pair of large violet eyes scanning for the source of the sound. He figured the king was in this room, playing his old childish games.

Annoyed, the man moved a tan hand across the linen-covered face, speaking in an alluring, aged voice.

“My pharaoh, are you in here?”

The voice sounded better than nails clawing across a chalkboard. The voice reminded Solomon of what he wished his Black Luster Soldier’s voice sounded like. This thought alone sent pleasurable chills down the old man’s hairy back. He twitched a little, barely able to keep himself hidden behind the bed.

Whoever this person was, they were definitely smart. Silence permeated through the golden room, causing Solomon to become fearful. He knew the person was still present in the room, waiting for him to slip up at any moment.

Confined onto his hands and knees in doggie style position was not comfortable. Although it was one of Solomon’s favorite positions, he did not enjoy being forced to hide in said form. His back was aching from the prolonged stance, hands taking on the full weight of his back’s painful load.

Biting back a groan, Sugoroku shifted his weight on his right hand, hearing the soft thudding of footsteps next to him. His heart sank in his chest. Why the hell was this happening to him?!

“Pharaoh? Are you hiding from me again?” A sigh was heard, echoing through the room as the footsteps came closer to Sugoroku’s hiding place.

‘Gods, I’m in for it. All I wanted was to fulfill my sexual fantasies!’ Solomon thought listening to the alluring voice once more.

“Atemu, this isn’t funny! I know you wish to do nothing but play games. However, this is getting out of hand! Your duty to the kingdom and the gods is more important!”

Solomon rolled his eyes at the tone; the voice reminded him of a droning old man. One who would set a whippersnapper in their place for any disobedience. The old man’s eyes widened at the thought, the mere thought of a strict person set out a powerful game of seduction. He was not the former game king for nothing.

Daring a peek, Sugoroku raised his eyes from his spot, finding those of violet. The man who stood only feet away resembled him fairly well. That is, from what he could see from the incognito form.

He began to undress the pharaoh’s apparent advisor with his mind, drool hanging from bottom lip.

“Oh god. Such beauty shouldn’t be kept under wraps.”

“Atemu this is ridiculous! Where are you?!”

Solomon stood from his position groaning as his body jolted in pain. He stepped behind the fuming old geezer, a smirk gracing his lips. This man would certainly become the victim in his sexual fantasies for now.

The advisor turned once more, groaning. Apparently, he was after the pharaoh. At least that is what any freaking sane person would think. Solomon thought the man was there for him.

Smirking to himself in a Sugorokuish fashion, the old man stepped forward, pushing the advisor against the wall.

A startled gasp echoed through the large chambers as plum met startling plum. Siamun’s eyes widened, eyes locked on Solomon’s. Both stared at one another for eons, simply startled at each other’s appearance.

Solomon was completely puzzled at this. Seeing Shimon standing there was not that big of a deal since he could not even see the man’s appearance to begin with. Curiously, he leaned forward, yanking the cloth from the man’s face, a smirk gracing his lips. The man pinned against the wall was his near twin. All of Solomon’s love for twin fetishes. Hell if his hidden stack of twin fetish sex comics were proof enough. Everyone in Domino seemed to have a hikari or a yami. It was any yaoi fan girl’s dream. Seeing his doppelganger, the modern of the two men smirked, running his fingers across the exposed wrinkly skin of his tanned twin.

“Hmm… I guess like grandson, like grandfather…” He looked at his double, excitement fueling his every thought. Staring at this tanned version of himself sent every fantasy into action, mind, body, and libido growing insatiable. However, Siamun could not allow this to continue any longer.

“Who the hell are you, intruder? How dare you defile the room of the son of Ra!”

Solomon chuckled, keeping the man pinned against the stonewall. He leaned forward, blowing lightly onto the other man’s ear, smirking as Siamun shuddered.

“Stop that this instant! Who the hell do you think are you? I am the pharaoh’s advisor! No one touches me like this!”

Sugoroku chuckled, pushing his body flush with the advisors. Their foreheads rested against one another. Their eyes locked, breathing raggedly against each other. Solomon blew on the man’s ear again, smirking as the advisor gritted his teeth.

“I see how sensitive you are. It’s truly a shame that no one has touched such beauty in years if ever.”

Siamun flushed at this statement. He fought against the paler man’s body, finding himself denied of freedom. Groaning, he leaned his weight against the wall, eyes narrowed in anger.

“Shut up! Tell he why the hell are you touching me in such a manner? I do not enjoy sexual acts with men.”

“So you’re a virgin then?”

“No you fucking asshat! I am not a virgin. I’ve slept with plenty of women!”

The Egyptian’s face flushed scarlet. His anger allowed him the chance to fight against Sugoroku’s grasp. Quickly, the tanned man lifted his knee, wedging it between the other man’s legs. With a swift motion, he kicked his knee up, ready to strike the Mutou family jewels.

Unfortunately, the action was caught in early planning stages. Sugoroku moved his precious “cargo” out of the way ,letting Siamun miss, falling into a boneless heap on the limestone floor.

Smirking to himself, Mutou took this chance to capture his prey. With a few pained groans of his back aching, Solomon dragged the fat body across the room, lifting the wrinkly, smelly old body onto the bed.

Siamun opened his eyes, gazing up at the man hovering above him. Solomon smirked at him, pressing kisses against his exposed neck. He pinned Shimon’s hands above his head, using his resistance to his advantage.

“Stop, this. I do not want this.” Siamun urged, biting back a moan with each kiss to his throat.

Solomon shook his head, pressed another kiss against the man’s wrinkled neck. He licked the shell of Shimon’s ear, warm breath fanning against his ear.

“Do not fight me. I will make you scream my name for eternity. I can make you see stars and satisfy you like no woman could.” He paused in his words, letting his hands trail against the linen shient covering the tanned man’s torso.

Shimon gasped, feeling a hand circling his drooping penis. “Too bad I didn’t bring any Viagra.” Solomon muttered, running his fingers across the cloth-covered shaft.

Shimon’s body shook, shaft twitching with each touch. He had not felt pleasure in ages. Not since his wife passed on ages ago.

“What dark magic is this? How can you do this to me, an advisor to the pharaoh?”

Solomon leaned down, capturing the advisor into a deep kiss. Hands tangled into gray, spiky hair, cloth was thrown to the side as well as an infamous bandana.

Tongues dueled in a game of dominance, neither letting up in the battle for control. Grunts and moans echoed through the chambers, sweat dripping down each man’s faces.

The need for air grew as both pulled apart, gasping. After a few moments, Sugoroku leaned forward, pulling Siamun’s clothes off in one swift tug. The offending cloth fell to the floor, exposing the advisor’s glorious fat, and wrinkled body.

Sugoroku could not keep his eyes off this beauty. The skin sagged in all the right places, a large gut shining in sweat, almost covering the advisor’s weeping man meat. Tanned flesh sparkled in the torches great light.

“You’re a treasure of the gods, Siamun.”

Said main raised a brow. “How the hell do you know my name?”

‘Fuck! He cannot know of the future. I cannot ruin my chances of life in the future. Think Sugoroku! Think! Oh I got it!’

“Because we are destined to be together. I’m your soul mate!”

“No you’re not, asshat. I love no man. Trust me on this!”

“You’ve never had sex with a man have you?”

Siamun shook his head, shuddering as his cock twitched.

Solomon smirked, knowingly. “Hmm… Well I will make you hate women after this fuck fest. Trust me on this.”

Before the pharaoh’s advisor could reply, warm, moist heat engulfed his pulsating member, sending waves of pleasure coursing down his length.

“OH MY RA!”

The game shop owner bobbed his head up and down, licking and teasing the head of Siamun’s man meat. He engulfed the member fully, nibbling at the base of the shaft. He felt the organ grow steadily harder in his mouth, surprising him greatly.

Mewls of pleasure and screams echoed through the expanse of the room. Hands fisted into Solomon’s spiky tresses, pulling him down further onto the exposed man. Gasps of pleasure continued as the other man teased the slit of the shaft with a talented tongue.

“Oh RA! I’m going to---”

Before he could finish his sentence, Shimon released into the eager mouth, swallowing the milky essence with ease.

Solomon pulled away, giving his “lover” a kiss on the lips. Shimon licked his lips, getting a taste of his bitter seed. He gazed up at the other with lust-filled eyes, brows raised in question.

“Is there any oils within this chamber?”

“Oils? Like the one that the pharaoh uses---”

“For lubrication….”

Shimon blushed, nodding. He pointed to the side table. “There.”

Sugoroku stripped himself from his clothes, taking the oil from the table. He poured a small amount on his fingers. He spread Siamun’s legs apart, pressing two oiled fingers into the tight ring of muscles protecting his anus.

A pained gasp was heard from the intrusion. Yet, Mutou didn’t pay any heed to the man’s protests.

“Relax. The pain will ease if you relax, my soldier.”

A brief nod was his response.

He continued onward, scissoring his fingers in the tight heat, stretching the man’s anal walls for penetration. He eventually added a third finger into the mix, stretching him to full accord. Once he found the preparation satisfactory, Solomon oiled his weeping vampire stick, positioning himself at the other’s “entrance.”

“Are you ready to find heaven beyond all pleasures ever experienced?”

“Not really. I’m just fine being an advisor instead of facing the pain of being raped.”

“Quiet you!”

With a grunt, Sugoroku pressed his cock into the tight channel, hissing at the warm walls pushing against him. He gritted his teeth in pleasure, burying his erection into the warmth until he reached the hilt. He stilled his actions, allowing the uke beneath him to adjust.

Siamun gripped the linen sheets of the pharaoh’s bed, tears falling down his cheeks. His body felt torn in two, stretched to is limits. A dull ache hit the base of his lower back and spine, burning with each passing second.

Solomon kept his cool, remaining embedded in the tight heat. He placed slobbery kisses on his “lover’s” face, kissing him deeply before pulling out of the heat. He pulled out to the tip of his erection rested against the entrance, slamming back in with a great deal of friction-induced force. Siamun couldn’t help but twitch from the weird pulling sensation. He let his body relax, taking in the weird sense of being filled again and again. However, the weird sensation changed as his prostate was found.

The advisor saw stars, eyes closing in pleasure. He moaned loudly, wrapping his legs around Solomon’s waist. He pushed the man closer to his inviting wrinkled body. “Oh god, do that again!”

The actions continued, cries of pleasure coursed through the room, grunts and sweat following in duet. Sugoroku dragged his chubby fingers around Shimon’s cock, jacking him off in rhythm with his thrusts.

Moments later, Shimon gasped, spilling his seed upon their stomachs and the sheets of the pharaoh’s large bed. Not long after, Solomon released with a heavy cry, spilling his seed deep within the warmth of his new lover.

The duo collapsed, panting. Mutou pulled his flaccid cock from the advisor’s spent body. However, he was halted in motion as Shimon cuddled close to him, kissing his cheek.

“That was wonderful, my love. You’ve shown me what true love was.”

“Say what now?”

“Love, you’ve shown me love--- Uh… What’s your name?”

Sugoroku chuckled, ruffling the other man’s sex hair. “Sugoroku.”

“Thank you, Sugoroku. I love you.”

“Anything for you, little one.” Sugoroku said, kissing his twin’s temple. He smiled at him and spoke softly, whispering into his love’s ear. “You are like a drug to me. You’re like my own personal brand of heroine.”

“WHAT IN THE NAME OF RA?”

Both men froze from their spot on the bed, eyes widening to the size of saucers.

The voice startled both. Shimon ducked behind Sugoroku, shaking.

Atemu in the middle of his room, eyes wide in anger.

“Siamun, what the hell is the meaning of this and---” He motioned towards Sugoroku, eyes narrowed.

“My pharaoh, forgive me.”

“You know, what… I really don’t want to know, Shimon. Just…. Give me my jar of oils. I have other things that need attending to.”

“Yami, are you okay?” A higher pitched voice, echoed through the corridor. Footsteps followed in unison.

“Aibou, I’ll be there in a moment, don’t come in here.”

“Yami, are you---”

“WHAT THE HELL?”

Yuugi walked into the room, falling to his knees in fear. “Oh my god. This is what happened!” He turned his eyes away from his grandfather and Shimon. “My eyes! Oh dear god my eyes they burn!”

“Grandpa, what did I tell you about messing with my puzzle?!”

Yami didn’t give Solomon the chance to reply, before he took the jar of oils that lay on the floor unattended. He wrapped an arm around Yuugi’s waist, dragging him out of the room.

However, Atemu eyed his advisor beforehand.

“Get this room cleaned and you and I will never speak of what happened today ever again. Got it?”

“Pharaoh? What are ---?”

“Atemu! Midget! Oi! Get the hell back here. I’m tired of waiting!”

Yuugi blushed scarlet as he nudged his other half in the side. “Yami, Ake’ is getting impatient.”

Atemu nodded, ducking out of the room. “Alright, Aibou let’s go and “entertain” our favorite thief king.”

All the while, Sugoroku sat there, confused and slightly disturbed at his grandson’s actions. Yet, he turned his attention to his lover once again. He smirked.

“Wanna go for another round?”

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End.

Please do not kill me.

*Dies*

There you have it. Puzzleshipping, Oldshipping and Pharaonicshipping. X____X

*Also due to the massive response I've gotten, there will be a sequel... "Do your Balls Hang Low" will be out soon. Might start a small series of continuous one-shots as well.*