Work and Play, ch.4 [Atemu x Yuugi]
More angst for teh Yuugis. :|
Title: Work and Play -- Chapter 4. whatever’s going to happen tonight
Fandom: Yuugiou
Pairing: Atemu x Yuugi
Genre: Romance; Drama; Alternate Universe
Rating: M (non-graphic sex)
Summary: While on a business trip, Mouto Yuugi confuses the boundaries between work and play.
In case you missed it:
Chapter 1 -- if you only once would let me
Chapter 2 -- only just one time
Chapter 3 -- happy with the consequences
If you only once would let me,
Only just one time,
Then be happy with the consequence
With whatever’s going to happen tonight.
Don’t think we’re not serious.
When’s it ever not?
The love we make, is give and it’s take.
I’m game to play along.
Can’t say I was never wrong,
But some blame rests on you.
Work and play, they’re never ok to mix
The way we do.
All I can say, I shouldn’t say.
Can we take a ride?
Get out of this place while we still have time
Work © Jimmy Eat World
I want you… The words rang through Yuugi’s mind as he was pushed roughly onto the desk. Atemu swept aside all the items on the hard wood before laying Yuugi on it and claiming his mouth again. Fingers worked hurriedly at Yuugi’s shirt, and he found himself helpless, unable to push Atemu away. The cloth slipped away from Yuugi’s shoulders, exposing his chest and Atemu’s hot lips traveled down his neck to encase a nipple. Yuugi had to bite his lips to keep from screaming.
The words Atemu had spoken continued to ring in his mind. Want. Was this all that it was? Lust? Desire? Was he just some pretty thing that Atemu wanted to play with? To Yuugi, that didn’t make sense. He wasn’t gorgeous, well sculpted, or anything of the sort. He had always been small and petit. His frame was all together tiny, making him nearly unnoticeable in a crowd. The only feature that Yuugi could understand to be appealing would be his eyes. They had always been a point of focus for others, because something was always glimmered in their indigo depths. What Yuugi didn’t know was that his eyes were just what had drawn Atemu to him.
A moan escaped Yuugi’s lips as Atemu’s hot tongue delved into his navel, giving him a hint of things to come. The belt around Yuugi’s waist began to be loosened as well and Yuugi’s back protested against the odd angle he was lying in. Then, to his own astonishment, his hands began to move on their own, tearing frantically at Atemu’s pants. Atemu groaned as Yuugi’s fingers brushed against the hardness hidden beneath the fabric. The man above Yuugi paused in his downward quest to look up at him.
“Habibi…” he growled and moved his hands down to help Yuugi remove his pants. As their fingers struggled to unfasten the buttons and zippers on Atemu’s pants, the foreign man’s lips descended on Yuugi’s nipples once again. Soon, Atemu’s trousers fell to the floor and hands began to slide up Yuugi’s thighs. The smaller man decided things weren’t progressing quickly enough and his hands reached down to unfasten his own garments. Atemu’s hands batted Yuugi’s away gently, making Yuugi whimper with need and return his fingers to their tight grasp on the edge of the desk. The darker man leaned forward and murmured in Yuugi’s ear, “Patience, habibi…”
Yuugi’s pants soon found themselves heaped on the floor near Atemu’s, while their owners clung tightly to each other. The two men pressed close together, eliciting moans from them both. Yuugi’s eyes opened for a moment to glance downwards, seeing the evidence of their actions thus far. Even when he had made love to Anzu, Yuugi had never experienced such desire in his life. He needed Atemu to complete him, and he needed Atemu at that moment. He bit his lip suddenly as a warm, firm hand wrapped itself around his length and his hips strained to buck upwards. A groan left his lips as his back hit hard against the desk again..
“Please…” he whimpered, pulling his knees up more. Atemu nodded and reached for a bottle that had been knocked to the floor. It took but a moment for Atemu to coat his fingers with the cool, smooth substance. His long fingers prodded gently at Yuugi’s entrance, only to receive a whimper of pain from the other man. Atemu’s eyes widened and he glanced up at Yuugi, his crimson eyes searching to find the source of distress. “I… My back hurts…” Yuugi murmured, his voice hoarse from panting.
Strong arms circled Yuugi and lifted him upwards. He closed his eyes and felt himself be carried across the room to a couch he had seen earlier. When he had been set down again, Yuugi opened his eyes and gazed at Atemu. The man smiled warmly at him, then leaned forward to press their lips together. It was then, that Yuugi realized his dreadful mistake. But instead of pushing Atemu away, as he should’ve done, Yuugi allowed his knees to be pushed towards his chest. The cool, moist fingers prodded at his entrance again, and Yuugi had to force himself to relax. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. The action allowed Atemu to slip in a long finger.
Atemu’s lips worked wonders at distracting Yuugi so he could continue to stretch the smaller man. Teeth and tongue worked at the juncture of Yuugi’s neck, elicting moans and whimpers from him. The sounds only suceeded in encouraging Atemu further. Soon, a pressure formed against Yuugi’s stretched entrance, and he bit down hard on his lip as Atemu made the initial thrust. The position they were in, with Yuugi’s legs hanging over Atemu’s shoulders, allowed the thrust to give immediate pleasure. Yuugi’s body jerked in response and he keened deep in his throat.
Both men paused for a moment to catch their breath, pleasure coursing quickly through their systems. Tears glimmered on Yuugi’s lashes, threatening to slip down his flushed cheeks. Atemu only murmured his name.
Then, the heavy activity began. Atemu began to thust into Yuugi’s body with recklace abandon, pausing only to ensure Yuugi’s pleasure as well. A chorus of moans filled the room as both men rocked together in a set pattern, quickly building up to a release. The couch creaked beneath them, straining under a motion it had never experienced.
The tears on Yuugi’s lashes began to fall, coursing down his cheeks. Atemu pushed forward again, thrusting deep into Yuugi’s body. He leaned close, licking the salty stains on Yuugi’s cheeks as a hand slipped between their bodies to wrap around Yuugi’s sex. A cry wrenched itself from Yuugi’s throat as Atemu began to stroke Yuugi in time with his deep thrusts. The pleasure became unbearable, and Yuugi’s body locked up, muscles clenching around Atemu. He released with a cry, spasming as Atemu continued to drive into Yuugi’s body.
Soon, Atemu released as well, moaning deeply. The thrusting stopped. The only sounds that filled the room were Yuugi’s soft sobs and Atemu’s harsh pants. Exhaustion overtook them both and they soon fell asleep in each others arms.
Sometime later, as they began to stir, Yuugi groaned. A dull ache throbbed in his spine from having spent so much time in his position. Atemu shifted above him, letting out a soft moan. His crimson eyes blinked open, and he smiled down at Yuugi, who’s tear-filled eyes only gazed back at him. The sound of skin on skin was heard below them as Atemu pulled out of Yuugi’s body, and immediately his hands directed Yuugi’s legs to the couch cushions. Nimble fingers gently massaged cramped muscles and soon Yuugi was able to stretch without pain again.
He sniffled softly, bringing up a hand to wipe away tears, but was thwarted by Atemu. With gentle insistance, Yuugi’s hand was led to rest over Atemu’s heart . The tears on Yuugi’s cheeks ran faster as he felt the heartbeat of the other man.
“Why do you do this to me?” he whispered. Atemu’s other hand slipped forward to rest on Yuugi’s cheek. “This isn’t right! None of it…”
“Habibi…” Atemu could see the anguish evident in Yuugi’s eyes. “Please, habibi...”
“Stop calling me that!”
“I am sorry… I just…” the man faultered, crimson eyes darkening with pain. “I just want to… to be with you… I cannot stop thinking of you and no matter what I do… I just…”
“Stop... please…” Yuugi sobbed. He was frustrated. Frustrated for allowing himself to fall into the same trap again, and frustrated for crying. He was a grown man, and yet here he was, bawling like a little girl. “This isn’t right… I… I’m married... I have children! I love my wife! Yet.. yet everytime you come near me… I…”
“I know! Do you think I do not know that? I know you are married. I know it everytime I see your delicate fingers on my skin. That… That ring. It is not right…”
“No… none of it is…” Yuugi mumured.
“You should be mine!” Atemu cried, his hands moved to grip Yuugi’s shoulders almost painfully. “You should be mine. You are mine!”
He pushed himself down on Yuugi again, their lips meshing once more in another forbidden kiss. It was salty and tasted of tears, but it only drove Atemu to want more. His hips pushed down on Yuugi’s, elicting another moan from the smaller man.
When they broke again, gasping for air, Atemu gazed down into Yuugi’s pained eyes. “I… Habibi…”
“Don’t call me that…”
“Habibi… it is not that I am the only one at fault here. You take pleasure in this as much as I.” Atemu’s long fingers gently traced the contours of Yuugi’s cheeks, brushing over lips, nose and eyelids.
“I know… and that’s why it’s so wrong…” Yuugi shifted beneath him, attempting to move into a sitting position but the man above him pushed him back down into the cushions.
“Don’t go… stay… please. It does not matter… none of it matters…” Atemu whispered pleadingly, his deep voice striking a cord in Yuugi’s heart.
“Yes it does… We can’t keep doing this!” Yuugi voice was strained and choked with tears.
“Please… I just… Let whatever is going to happen tonight happen. You know that neither of us can stop it. You want this as I do.”
“I know… and that’s what scares me…” Yuugi said, and slipped a hand into Atemu’s hair. He pulled the man into a kiss, surprising Atemu. Carefully, timidly, Yuugi deepend the kiss and took great pleasure in feeling the man above him respond. However, Atemu pulled away suddenly and gazed down at Yuugi.
“Come to my home…” he whispered. “I want to make love to you there…”
Yuugi paused, weighing his options. He knew that if he went, he’d only fall deeper into this affair. As it was, it would be hard enough to break away, but if he went with Atemu, he would be making everything worse. Yet, somehow, Yuugi couldn’t say no. This… whatever it was… was becoming something Yuugi craved. He nodded to Atemu, who sighed in relief.
Atemu crawled off of Yuugi and helped the smaller man to his feet. Yuugi winced lightly at the dull pain in his lower back, but Atemu’s strong hands covered the pained area and slowly massaged it away. “Is that better?” he asked softly.
“Yes…”
They quickly gathered their clothes from where they had lain strewn on the floor and Atemu’s desk. As Yuugi changed, Atemu quickly rearraged his desk, making it seem as nothing had happened. Then he slipped into his own clothes as well, ran a hand through his hair and reach out the other for Yuugi. Yuugi looked at him and shook his head. “Not in the office… It’s too dangerous…”
Atemu closed his eyes, sighed, and assented. When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to see Yuugi standing in front of him. The smaller man leaned up to gently kiss him. Relief filled Atemu’s system as they gently brushed lips.
Once they were dressed and presentable, Yuugi grabbed his attaché case. Atemu held the door open for him and they stepped out into Atemu’s lobby. Aishizu was still sitting behind her desk, typing away. She looked up and glanced between the two men. Fear struck Yuugi as he realized what she might have heard.
Aishizu quickly rambled off something in Atemu’s language, to which he responded with a wane laugh.
“What did she say?” Yuugi whispered.
“She says that I have finally found myself a good lover and I should take good care of you because there are many trials to come. Aishizu thinks of herself as something of a seer.”
Bile rose in Yuugi’s throat and he swallowed hard. He gave Aishizu a quick smile, who smiled in return. “It was nice meeting you, Aishizu-san.” She waved at him and then a hand on his back guided Yuugi out of the room.
It seemed to take Yuugi and Atemu forever to descend to the first floor. On the way, they were stopped by several people and they were forced to make introductions. Yuugi found it intriquing how the hallway had suddenly become full of people when earlier it was devoid of anyone aside from him and Atemu. He glanced sidelong to Atemu, who didn’t look at him. Once they finally made it into the elevator, they bumped into the CEO of Kaiba Corp. He was stading, waiting for an elevator with his hand in someone else’s.
“Good afternoon, Atemu, Yuugi. I trust you enjoyed your tour.” Kaiba turned to Atemu and Yuugi as they approached the elevator doors. The CEO smirked knowingly. Cheeks flushing, Yuugi hung his head. Atemu merely glared at Kaiba.
A familiar younger voice broke the uncomfortable silence. “Oooh! Does Atemu-kun have a boyfriend, big brother? It’s about time!”
Yuugi looked up suddenly to meet the eyes of his Managing Director of the Kyoto office. Mokuba Kaiba, vice president of Kaiba Corp. grinned at him and raised his unoccupid hand in a wave. “Yuugi-kun! Good to see you! I didn’t know that you were dating Atemu-kun.”
Choking slightly, Yuugi’s cheeks flamed as Mokuba continued to speak, grinning mischeviously. “Atemu-kun has good taste, don’t you think, big brother? It’s kinda funny though, that they look so alike.”
Yuugi was familiar with Mokuba’s antics, having worked more often with the college student than with his older brother. Mokuba, though giving the appearance of a naiive student thrust into corporate dealings by his older brother, was none of the sort. He was just as manipulative and cunning as Seto. Yuugi, however, failed to see they were holding hands.
“Now, now, Mokuba. Let the two alone. Their… love affair, is buisness of their own.” The two Kaiba’s smirked as the bell to the elevator rang, annoucing the doors as they opened. Both men walked inside, and as the doors began to close, Mokuba craned his head out and winked at Yuugi and Atemu.
“Just remember to keep work and play seperated!” Then they were gone.
Next to him, Atemu fumed, glaring at the door. Yuugi glanced at him nervously, and the movement directed Atemu’s attention to him. “It is not your fault, habibi. I am not mad at you.”
“What’s wrong?” Yuugi asked softly and he thread his fingers together with Atemu’s. The other man smiled softly as their hands joined. He leaned forward and pushed the elevator button again.
“It is just… Seto and I are good friends, though we disagree at times over our view of things. Seto thinks it is perfectly fine for him to take to bed whomever he choses, but should I take a lover, I am accused of… how shall I say this… frivoloties? Yes, that’s sound fine.”
The elevator door dinged again, and they were able to walk inside, finding solace in the solitude. Yuugi turned to Atemu and waited for him to continue. “You see… I do not often. No.. that’s not true. I never take a lover, for fear it shall disrupt my work and my concentration. And... in a way, being with you has. Seto was not blind to my affections for you in the conference… But with you… it is just that… that I do not worry about not being able to concentrate on working out game rules and forming new strategies. This morning, after I left your room, it was as if I could think clearly about my work. This is not common for me.”
As Atemu spoke, tears welled in Yuugi’s eyes. More and more, Yuugi was able to understand how much this other man cared for him. It was altogether frightening. How was he to leave Atemu now? Yuugi discretely raised a hand to wipe away his tears, but not before he was caught by Atemu.
“Why do you cry, habibi?”
“I… I’m fine…”
Atemu sighed sadly and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. He dabbed gently at the tears on Yuugi’s cheeks. “Do not mourn for me, habibi. I will be fine.”
The elevator slowed to a stop, and Yuugi and Atemu were forced to step away from each other as the doors slid open. They stepped out, only to be replaced by several other people. Silently, both men walked through the lobby and outside. Atemu hailed a cab and they climbed in.
A silent, twenty minute drive later, and Yuugi looked up to see a large, mud-brick style home. The building was lowlying and made from a stone mortor that resembled what was used in houses in the Middle East. Yuugi immediately recognized the style and turned toward Atemu, who was already getting out. He held the door open for Yuugi, and once the smaller man stepped onto the sidewalk, Atemu swept Yuugi up in his arms. “This is my home, habibi. I hope you find it well.”
Atemu carried Yuugi up a flight of stairs that were bordered with many types of plants. The area was very green, and Yuugi was astounded to find such a freestanding home in such a crowded city. In Kyoto, Yuugi had only a flat in an apartment complex for him to share with his family. On the room was the public garden where he was able to putz around in his spare time.
“It’s beautiful,” Yuugi whispered. At the door, Atemu set Yuugi down and procured a set of keys from his pocket. He quickly unlocked and opened the door, revealing lavish furnishing. Again, like the restaurant and Atemu’s office, everything was low lying and close the the floor. Instead of typical couches, there were cushions on the floor with pillow backs. The floor was covered with an intricate rug. All of which was situated in front of a fire place. Atemu led Yuugi past the front room and into an adjacent hall. They walked through a doorway on the right that revealed a large, immaculate kitchen. Atemu opened a cupboard and pulled down two wine glases. He set them on the marble countertop and then bent down to another cuboard. From within, he pulled out a bottle of wine. He handed it to Yuugi, who read the bottle.
“French?” Yuugi asked softly.
“Aa. In Egypt, we are not unfamiliar with the French. Many of their explorers came and tore apart the tombs of our deceased. Much of what was once ours lies in basements of their muesuems” There was a slight tone of bitterness in Atemu’s voice, but it soon cleared. He brought out a wine opener and pulled the cork from the bottle. Yuugi held up his glass to be filled. The red liquid swirled in Yuugi’s glass and he brought it to his nose. (1)
“It is a wonderful bouquet, is it not?” Atemu asked. Nodding, Yuugi took a sip to test it. He let the bitter drink settle on his tongue for a moment before swallowing.
“It’s excellent.” Yuugi finished off the swig of wine and set his glass down again for more. “Do you know much about wine?” Though both men earned the same income, Yuugi was not allowed many of the luxaries that Atemu had. Afterall, he had to pay for food, clothing, and schooling for his children. Yuugi didn’t mind, however. He loved his children and would gladly give up exotic living for them. The thought of his children pained his heart as Yuugi gazed at Atemu. He shook himself and sighed softly.
“Much of what I know I have learned from my father. My family can be traced back to ancient times because they made the wine for the kings. None of that matters now, however. We still sell wine, but do not hold the prestige we once did. Nobody cares about the ancient times now. It’s all just moneymaking from tourists.” Again, bitterness filled Atemu’s voice. It hurt to hear Atemu speak so, and Yuugi leaned forward to press a kiss to Atemu’s cheek. The man smiled at him, and offered another glass of wine.
“Come. We shall sit and talk, no?” With his glass and the bottle in hand, Atemu led Yuugi to the sitting room where they both were able to sit comfortably close on the cushions. Before that, however, Atemu set down the wine and glasses, and went back into the kitchen. Yuugi waited patiently for the man to reappear, and when he did, he held a tray of fine appetizers.
As the wine bottle slowly emptied and the food dissapeared, Yuugi and Atemu discussed Kaiba corp., the current gaming market, their childhoods and many other things. As they spoke, though, they avoided the subject of Yuugi’s family.
A clock struck somewhere in the room, announcing the eight o’clock hour. Yuugi glanced at Atemu. “I… I should go…” he said softly. He prepared to stand, but an hand on his arm stopped him.
“Do not go… Please. Stay the night.” Yuugi gazed down into the crimson eyes of the other man. He closed his own for a moment, and nodded. Before he could protest, he was swept up into Atemu’s arms. “I shall make love to you tonight,” he whispered. “On a proper bed.”
Atemu carried Yuugi down the hall again, but passed the first doorway. At the end of the corridor were two more doors. Atemu opened the last and carried Yuugi inside. The room was as lavishly furnished as the rest of the house, with a fine rug, elgantly carved bedframe, and a bed laden with many decorative pillows. Like the rest Atemu’s private domains, the bed was neat and clean. Atemu sat Yuugi gently on the bed. Yuugi looked up at Atemu as he slowly undressed. There was no hasty removal of clothes this time. Everything was slow and deliberate. As their bodies moved together in a slow, sensual rhythm, Yuugi’s heart ached with pain. In one day, he realized, he would have to return home, and it was getting harder and harder to think about.
Again, the two men fell asleep in each other’s arms after Atemu pulled out of Yuugi. They clung to each other as they slept, neither wanting to face the next day.
(1) Wine testers often smell the wine before tasting it. This is what Yuugi is doing.
Unfortunetly, things are only going to get worse for Yuugi and Atemu.
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Chapter 5: can't say I was ever wrong; some blame rests on you
Title: Work and Play -- Chapter 4. whatever’s going to happen tonight
Fandom: Yuugiou
Pairing: Atemu x Yuugi
Genre: Romance; Drama; Alternate Universe
Rating: M (non-graphic sex)
Summary: While on a business trip, Mouto Yuugi confuses the boundaries between work and play.
In case you missed it:
Chapter 1 -- if you only once would let me
Chapter 2 -- only just one time
Chapter 3 -- happy with the consequences
If you only once would let me,
Only just one time,
Then be happy with the consequence
With whatever’s going to happen tonight.
Don’t think we’re not serious.
When’s it ever not?
The love we make, is give and it’s take.
I’m game to play along.
Can’t say I was never wrong,
But some blame rests on you.
Work and play, they’re never ok to mix
The way we do.
All I can say, I shouldn’t say.
Can we take a ride?
Get out of this place while we still have time
Work © Jimmy Eat World
I want you… The words rang through Yuugi’s mind as he was pushed roughly onto the desk. Atemu swept aside all the items on the hard wood before laying Yuugi on it and claiming his mouth again. Fingers worked hurriedly at Yuugi’s shirt, and he found himself helpless, unable to push Atemu away. The cloth slipped away from Yuugi’s shoulders, exposing his chest and Atemu’s hot lips traveled down his neck to encase a nipple. Yuugi had to bite his lips to keep from screaming.
The words Atemu had spoken continued to ring in his mind. Want. Was this all that it was? Lust? Desire? Was he just some pretty thing that Atemu wanted to play with? To Yuugi, that didn’t make sense. He wasn’t gorgeous, well sculpted, or anything of the sort. He had always been small and petit. His frame was all together tiny, making him nearly unnoticeable in a crowd. The only feature that Yuugi could understand to be appealing would be his eyes. They had always been a point of focus for others, because something was always glimmered in their indigo depths. What Yuugi didn’t know was that his eyes were just what had drawn Atemu to him.
A moan escaped Yuugi’s lips as Atemu’s hot tongue delved into his navel, giving him a hint of things to come. The belt around Yuugi’s waist began to be loosened as well and Yuugi’s back protested against the odd angle he was lying in. Then, to his own astonishment, his hands began to move on their own, tearing frantically at Atemu’s pants. Atemu groaned as Yuugi’s fingers brushed against the hardness hidden beneath the fabric. The man above Yuugi paused in his downward quest to look up at him.
“Habibi…” he growled and moved his hands down to help Yuugi remove his pants. As their fingers struggled to unfasten the buttons and zippers on Atemu’s pants, the foreign man’s lips descended on Yuugi’s nipples once again. Soon, Atemu’s trousers fell to the floor and hands began to slide up Yuugi’s thighs. The smaller man decided things weren’t progressing quickly enough and his hands reached down to unfasten his own garments. Atemu’s hands batted Yuugi’s away gently, making Yuugi whimper with need and return his fingers to their tight grasp on the edge of the desk. The darker man leaned forward and murmured in Yuugi’s ear, “Patience, habibi…”
Yuugi’s pants soon found themselves heaped on the floor near Atemu’s, while their owners clung tightly to each other. The two men pressed close together, eliciting moans from them both. Yuugi’s eyes opened for a moment to glance downwards, seeing the evidence of their actions thus far. Even when he had made love to Anzu, Yuugi had never experienced such desire in his life. He needed Atemu to complete him, and he needed Atemu at that moment. He bit his lip suddenly as a warm, firm hand wrapped itself around his length and his hips strained to buck upwards. A groan left his lips as his back hit hard against the desk again..
“Please…” he whimpered, pulling his knees up more. Atemu nodded and reached for a bottle that had been knocked to the floor. It took but a moment for Atemu to coat his fingers with the cool, smooth substance. His long fingers prodded gently at Yuugi’s entrance, only to receive a whimper of pain from the other man. Atemu’s eyes widened and he glanced up at Yuugi, his crimson eyes searching to find the source of distress. “I… My back hurts…” Yuugi murmured, his voice hoarse from panting.
Strong arms circled Yuugi and lifted him upwards. He closed his eyes and felt himself be carried across the room to a couch he had seen earlier. When he had been set down again, Yuugi opened his eyes and gazed at Atemu. The man smiled warmly at him, then leaned forward to press their lips together. It was then, that Yuugi realized his dreadful mistake. But instead of pushing Atemu away, as he should’ve done, Yuugi allowed his knees to be pushed towards his chest. The cool, moist fingers prodded at his entrance again, and Yuugi had to force himself to relax. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. The action allowed Atemu to slip in a long finger.
Atemu’s lips worked wonders at distracting Yuugi so he could continue to stretch the smaller man. Teeth and tongue worked at the juncture of Yuugi’s neck, elicting moans and whimpers from him. The sounds only suceeded in encouraging Atemu further. Soon, a pressure formed against Yuugi’s stretched entrance, and he bit down hard on his lip as Atemu made the initial thrust. The position they were in, with Yuugi’s legs hanging over Atemu’s shoulders, allowed the thrust to give immediate pleasure. Yuugi’s body jerked in response and he keened deep in his throat.
Both men paused for a moment to catch their breath, pleasure coursing quickly through their systems. Tears glimmered on Yuugi’s lashes, threatening to slip down his flushed cheeks. Atemu only murmured his name.
Then, the heavy activity began. Atemu began to thust into Yuugi’s body with recklace abandon, pausing only to ensure Yuugi’s pleasure as well. A chorus of moans filled the room as both men rocked together in a set pattern, quickly building up to a release. The couch creaked beneath them, straining under a motion it had never experienced.
The tears on Yuugi’s lashes began to fall, coursing down his cheeks. Atemu pushed forward again, thrusting deep into Yuugi’s body. He leaned close, licking the salty stains on Yuugi’s cheeks as a hand slipped between their bodies to wrap around Yuugi’s sex. A cry wrenched itself from Yuugi’s throat as Atemu began to stroke Yuugi in time with his deep thrusts. The pleasure became unbearable, and Yuugi’s body locked up, muscles clenching around Atemu. He released with a cry, spasming as Atemu continued to drive into Yuugi’s body.
Soon, Atemu released as well, moaning deeply. The thrusting stopped. The only sounds that filled the room were Yuugi’s soft sobs and Atemu’s harsh pants. Exhaustion overtook them both and they soon fell asleep in each others arms.
Sometime later, as they began to stir, Yuugi groaned. A dull ache throbbed in his spine from having spent so much time in his position. Atemu shifted above him, letting out a soft moan. His crimson eyes blinked open, and he smiled down at Yuugi, who’s tear-filled eyes only gazed back at him. The sound of skin on skin was heard below them as Atemu pulled out of Yuugi’s body, and immediately his hands directed Yuugi’s legs to the couch cushions. Nimble fingers gently massaged cramped muscles and soon Yuugi was able to stretch without pain again.
He sniffled softly, bringing up a hand to wipe away tears, but was thwarted by Atemu. With gentle insistance, Yuugi’s hand was led to rest over Atemu’s heart . The tears on Yuugi’s cheeks ran faster as he felt the heartbeat of the other man.
“Why do you do this to me?” he whispered. Atemu’s other hand slipped forward to rest on Yuugi’s cheek. “This isn’t right! None of it…”
“Habibi…” Atemu could see the anguish evident in Yuugi’s eyes. “Please, habibi...”
“Stop calling me that!”
“I am sorry… I just…” the man faultered, crimson eyes darkening with pain. “I just want to… to be with you… I cannot stop thinking of you and no matter what I do… I just…”
“Stop... please…” Yuugi sobbed. He was frustrated. Frustrated for allowing himself to fall into the same trap again, and frustrated for crying. He was a grown man, and yet here he was, bawling like a little girl. “This isn’t right… I… I’m married... I have children! I love my wife! Yet.. yet everytime you come near me… I…”
“I know! Do you think I do not know that? I know you are married. I know it everytime I see your delicate fingers on my skin. That… That ring. It is not right…”
“No… none of it is…” Yuugi mumured.
“You should be mine!” Atemu cried, his hands moved to grip Yuugi’s shoulders almost painfully. “You should be mine. You are mine!”
He pushed himself down on Yuugi again, their lips meshing once more in another forbidden kiss. It was salty and tasted of tears, but it only drove Atemu to want more. His hips pushed down on Yuugi’s, elicting another moan from the smaller man.
When they broke again, gasping for air, Atemu gazed down into Yuugi’s pained eyes. “I… Habibi…”
“Don’t call me that…”
“Habibi… it is not that I am the only one at fault here. You take pleasure in this as much as I.” Atemu’s long fingers gently traced the contours of Yuugi’s cheeks, brushing over lips, nose and eyelids.
“I know… and that’s why it’s so wrong…” Yuugi shifted beneath him, attempting to move into a sitting position but the man above him pushed him back down into the cushions.
“Don’t go… stay… please. It does not matter… none of it matters…” Atemu whispered pleadingly, his deep voice striking a cord in Yuugi’s heart.
“Yes it does… We can’t keep doing this!” Yuugi voice was strained and choked with tears.
“Please… I just… Let whatever is going to happen tonight happen. You know that neither of us can stop it. You want this as I do.”
“I know… and that’s what scares me…” Yuugi said, and slipped a hand into Atemu’s hair. He pulled the man into a kiss, surprising Atemu. Carefully, timidly, Yuugi deepend the kiss and took great pleasure in feeling the man above him respond. However, Atemu pulled away suddenly and gazed down at Yuugi.
“Come to my home…” he whispered. “I want to make love to you there…”
Yuugi paused, weighing his options. He knew that if he went, he’d only fall deeper into this affair. As it was, it would be hard enough to break away, but if he went with Atemu, he would be making everything worse. Yet, somehow, Yuugi couldn’t say no. This… whatever it was… was becoming something Yuugi craved. He nodded to Atemu, who sighed in relief.
Atemu crawled off of Yuugi and helped the smaller man to his feet. Yuugi winced lightly at the dull pain in his lower back, but Atemu’s strong hands covered the pained area and slowly massaged it away. “Is that better?” he asked softly.
“Yes…”
They quickly gathered their clothes from where they had lain strewn on the floor and Atemu’s desk. As Yuugi changed, Atemu quickly rearraged his desk, making it seem as nothing had happened. Then he slipped into his own clothes as well, ran a hand through his hair and reach out the other for Yuugi. Yuugi looked at him and shook his head. “Not in the office… It’s too dangerous…”
Atemu closed his eyes, sighed, and assented. When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to see Yuugi standing in front of him. The smaller man leaned up to gently kiss him. Relief filled Atemu’s system as they gently brushed lips.
Once they were dressed and presentable, Yuugi grabbed his attaché case. Atemu held the door open for him and they stepped out into Atemu’s lobby. Aishizu was still sitting behind her desk, typing away. She looked up and glanced between the two men. Fear struck Yuugi as he realized what she might have heard.
Aishizu quickly rambled off something in Atemu’s language, to which he responded with a wane laugh.
“What did she say?” Yuugi whispered.
“She says that I have finally found myself a good lover and I should take good care of you because there are many trials to come. Aishizu thinks of herself as something of a seer.”
Bile rose in Yuugi’s throat and he swallowed hard. He gave Aishizu a quick smile, who smiled in return. “It was nice meeting you, Aishizu-san.” She waved at him and then a hand on his back guided Yuugi out of the room.
It seemed to take Yuugi and Atemu forever to descend to the first floor. On the way, they were stopped by several people and they were forced to make introductions. Yuugi found it intriquing how the hallway had suddenly become full of people when earlier it was devoid of anyone aside from him and Atemu. He glanced sidelong to Atemu, who didn’t look at him. Once they finally made it into the elevator, they bumped into the CEO of Kaiba Corp. He was stading, waiting for an elevator with his hand in someone else’s.
“Good afternoon, Atemu, Yuugi. I trust you enjoyed your tour.” Kaiba turned to Atemu and Yuugi as they approached the elevator doors. The CEO smirked knowingly. Cheeks flushing, Yuugi hung his head. Atemu merely glared at Kaiba.
A familiar younger voice broke the uncomfortable silence. “Oooh! Does Atemu-kun have a boyfriend, big brother? It’s about time!”
Yuugi looked up suddenly to meet the eyes of his Managing Director of the Kyoto office. Mokuba Kaiba, vice president of Kaiba Corp. grinned at him and raised his unoccupid hand in a wave. “Yuugi-kun! Good to see you! I didn’t know that you were dating Atemu-kun.”
Choking slightly, Yuugi’s cheeks flamed as Mokuba continued to speak, grinning mischeviously. “Atemu-kun has good taste, don’t you think, big brother? It’s kinda funny though, that they look so alike.”
Yuugi was familiar with Mokuba’s antics, having worked more often with the college student than with his older brother. Mokuba, though giving the appearance of a naiive student thrust into corporate dealings by his older brother, was none of the sort. He was just as manipulative and cunning as Seto. Yuugi, however, failed to see they were holding hands.
“Now, now, Mokuba. Let the two alone. Their… love affair, is buisness of their own.” The two Kaiba’s smirked as the bell to the elevator rang, annoucing the doors as they opened. Both men walked inside, and as the doors began to close, Mokuba craned his head out and winked at Yuugi and Atemu.
“Just remember to keep work and play seperated!” Then they were gone.
Next to him, Atemu fumed, glaring at the door. Yuugi glanced at him nervously, and the movement directed Atemu’s attention to him. “It is not your fault, habibi. I am not mad at you.”
“What’s wrong?” Yuugi asked softly and he thread his fingers together with Atemu’s. The other man smiled softly as their hands joined. He leaned forward and pushed the elevator button again.
“It is just… Seto and I are good friends, though we disagree at times over our view of things. Seto thinks it is perfectly fine for him to take to bed whomever he choses, but should I take a lover, I am accused of… how shall I say this… frivoloties? Yes, that’s sound fine.”
The elevator door dinged again, and they were able to walk inside, finding solace in the solitude. Yuugi turned to Atemu and waited for him to continue. “You see… I do not often. No.. that’s not true. I never take a lover, for fear it shall disrupt my work and my concentration. And... in a way, being with you has. Seto was not blind to my affections for you in the conference… But with you… it is just that… that I do not worry about not being able to concentrate on working out game rules and forming new strategies. This morning, after I left your room, it was as if I could think clearly about my work. This is not common for me.”
As Atemu spoke, tears welled in Yuugi’s eyes. More and more, Yuugi was able to understand how much this other man cared for him. It was altogether frightening. How was he to leave Atemu now? Yuugi discretely raised a hand to wipe away his tears, but not before he was caught by Atemu.
“Why do you cry, habibi?”
“I… I’m fine…”
Atemu sighed sadly and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. He dabbed gently at the tears on Yuugi’s cheeks. “Do not mourn for me, habibi. I will be fine.”
The elevator slowed to a stop, and Yuugi and Atemu were forced to step away from each other as the doors slid open. They stepped out, only to be replaced by several other people. Silently, both men walked through the lobby and outside. Atemu hailed a cab and they climbed in.
A silent, twenty minute drive later, and Yuugi looked up to see a large, mud-brick style home. The building was lowlying and made from a stone mortor that resembled what was used in houses in the Middle East. Yuugi immediately recognized the style and turned toward Atemu, who was already getting out. He held the door open for Yuugi, and once the smaller man stepped onto the sidewalk, Atemu swept Yuugi up in his arms. “This is my home, habibi. I hope you find it well.”
Atemu carried Yuugi up a flight of stairs that were bordered with many types of plants. The area was very green, and Yuugi was astounded to find such a freestanding home in such a crowded city. In Kyoto, Yuugi had only a flat in an apartment complex for him to share with his family. On the room was the public garden where he was able to putz around in his spare time.
“It’s beautiful,” Yuugi whispered. At the door, Atemu set Yuugi down and procured a set of keys from his pocket. He quickly unlocked and opened the door, revealing lavish furnishing. Again, like the restaurant and Atemu’s office, everything was low lying and close the the floor. Instead of typical couches, there were cushions on the floor with pillow backs. The floor was covered with an intricate rug. All of which was situated in front of a fire place. Atemu led Yuugi past the front room and into an adjacent hall. They walked through a doorway on the right that revealed a large, immaculate kitchen. Atemu opened a cupboard and pulled down two wine glases. He set them on the marble countertop and then bent down to another cuboard. From within, he pulled out a bottle of wine. He handed it to Yuugi, who read the bottle.
“French?” Yuugi asked softly.
“Aa. In Egypt, we are not unfamiliar with the French. Many of their explorers came and tore apart the tombs of our deceased. Much of what was once ours lies in basements of their muesuems” There was a slight tone of bitterness in Atemu’s voice, but it soon cleared. He brought out a wine opener and pulled the cork from the bottle. Yuugi held up his glass to be filled. The red liquid swirled in Yuugi’s glass and he brought it to his nose. (1)
“It is a wonderful bouquet, is it not?” Atemu asked. Nodding, Yuugi took a sip to test it. He let the bitter drink settle on his tongue for a moment before swallowing.
“It’s excellent.” Yuugi finished off the swig of wine and set his glass down again for more. “Do you know much about wine?” Though both men earned the same income, Yuugi was not allowed many of the luxaries that Atemu had. Afterall, he had to pay for food, clothing, and schooling for his children. Yuugi didn’t mind, however. He loved his children and would gladly give up exotic living for them. The thought of his children pained his heart as Yuugi gazed at Atemu. He shook himself and sighed softly.
“Much of what I know I have learned from my father. My family can be traced back to ancient times because they made the wine for the kings. None of that matters now, however. We still sell wine, but do not hold the prestige we once did. Nobody cares about the ancient times now. It’s all just moneymaking from tourists.” Again, bitterness filled Atemu’s voice. It hurt to hear Atemu speak so, and Yuugi leaned forward to press a kiss to Atemu’s cheek. The man smiled at him, and offered another glass of wine.
“Come. We shall sit and talk, no?” With his glass and the bottle in hand, Atemu led Yuugi to the sitting room where they both were able to sit comfortably close on the cushions. Before that, however, Atemu set down the wine and glasses, and went back into the kitchen. Yuugi waited patiently for the man to reappear, and when he did, he held a tray of fine appetizers.
As the wine bottle slowly emptied and the food dissapeared, Yuugi and Atemu discussed Kaiba corp., the current gaming market, their childhoods and many other things. As they spoke, though, they avoided the subject of Yuugi’s family.
A clock struck somewhere in the room, announcing the eight o’clock hour. Yuugi glanced at Atemu. “I… I should go…” he said softly. He prepared to stand, but an hand on his arm stopped him.
“Do not go… Please. Stay the night.” Yuugi gazed down into the crimson eyes of the other man. He closed his own for a moment, and nodded. Before he could protest, he was swept up into Atemu’s arms. “I shall make love to you tonight,” he whispered. “On a proper bed.”
Atemu carried Yuugi down the hall again, but passed the first doorway. At the end of the corridor were two more doors. Atemu opened the last and carried Yuugi inside. The room was as lavishly furnished as the rest of the house, with a fine rug, elgantly carved bedframe, and a bed laden with many decorative pillows. Like the rest Atemu’s private domains, the bed was neat and clean. Atemu sat Yuugi gently on the bed. Yuugi looked up at Atemu as he slowly undressed. There was no hasty removal of clothes this time. Everything was slow and deliberate. As their bodies moved together in a slow, sensual rhythm, Yuugi’s heart ached with pain. In one day, he realized, he would have to return home, and it was getting harder and harder to think about.
Again, the two men fell asleep in each other’s arms after Atemu pulled out of Yuugi. They clung to each other as they slept, neither wanting to face the next day.
(1) Wine testers often smell the wine before tasting it. This is what Yuugi is doing.
Unfortunetly, things are only going to get worse for Yuugi and Atemu.
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Chapter 5: can't say I was ever wrong; some blame rests on you