Chapter One of Kouse's New Fic!

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Kouseketra no Hikari, Atem no Hikari
A Yugioh Fanfic

Chapter One



A groan of agony escaped Yami Yugi as the last of his 300 life points were eliminated. “No, I lost!”
The woman duelling him, a small, beautiful woman with glossy black hair and sapphire eyes, laughed. “That, my dear Yugi, is what you get for underestimating me.”
“Underestimating you? Just who are you?” Yami was dumbfounded, “You beat me with such great ease, more ease than Kaiba, more ease than Pegasus, but I don’t recall seeing or hearing of you. Where do you come from?”
The lights came up in the small room. The woman carefully placed her deck into a blue case and pushed the telescopic parts of her custom blue duel disk back into place, making it hang on her wrist like an overlarge bracelet. “I am Kouseketra. I have been around the block, but I don’t typically duel in tournaments. I don’t need to reaffirm to myself that I have good duelling skills in that way.”
“But you duel so well. You must be the best female duellist I’ve ever seen. Where did you learn to duel like that?”
“You really don’t remember me, do you?” she crossed her arms in front of her, inadvertently drawing Yami Yugi’s attention to the black top that was straining against her shapely form.
“No, I don’t.” He ran his left hand through his tall, spiky hair of blond, black, and red, “Would you care to explain to me how I know you?”
“Sure, over a slice of pizza and a Pepsi.”
Yami nodded. “Okay.”

Yami and Kouseketra sat at a tiny table in Antonio’s, a small pizza parlour close to the Turtle Game Shop, where Yugi lived with his grandfather. Each had a thick, steaming slice of pepperoni and cheese pizza, with large cups of soda. The place was packed, and the hum of chatter kept their conversation private.
Yami took a large bite of his slice and chewed.
“So, Yami,” Kouseketra said at length, “Do I not even look familiar to you?”
“Distantly.” this was followed by the lithe man eagerly sipping his soda.
Amusement flickered in Kouseketra’s blue eyes. “I suppose 5,000 years is quite distant.”
Yugi nearly choked. “What?”
A blissful sigh escaped Kouseketra. “Oh, I always did love how positively expressive your voice was.”
“How do we know each other, Kouseketra?”
“I was so hoping you would remember. After all, I was your queen.”
“My queen?” He sounded unbelieving.
“Yes. I am here to help you, darling.” she punctuated the point by gently grasping Yami’s forearm. “If you don’t believe me, be assured by the seal of your reign tattooed on my arm.” she lifted the sleeve of her short from her right arm, and showed the flesh to Yami.
It was his cartouche. He knew it. And underneath were hieroglyphs spelling ‘beloved wife of pharaoh‘.
It must all be true. Yami felt it with every fibre of his being. It explained a lot, as well. Like how his attraction to her ran straight to his core, like he needed her to breathe, even though he did not remember her. “Why are you here now?” Yami wondered, “Why not before?”
“Because the danger is greater now.” Kouseketra answered, “It’s Bakura.”
“Bakura?”
“Yes. He is possessed.”
“Possessed?”
“My, I wasn’t aware that a place with these acoustics could produce such an amazing echo.”
“Sorry.”
“Okay then. Yes, He is possessed. By the oh-so-familiar Zorc Necrophrades. Remember, the evil demon that almost killed you, using Bakura as a tool?”
“Yes.”
“Well, now he wants to use Bakura as a vessel for some reason. We have yet to discover what that is exactly. I think it may have to do with the god cards.”
“But he cannot summon them.”
“No, but Akhenaten can.”
“My uncle Akhenaten? Seto’s father Akhenaten?”
“Yes.” Kouseketra expelled a heavy breath. “Akhenaten was possessed by Zorc before. He is merely a husk of his former self, but he will do whatever Zorc wants.”
“I had thought that I was finished with Bakura, Akhenaten and Zorc. But it appears I must battle them again.”
“Yes. But you cannot do it alone.”
“That is where you come in?”
“Yes. But it is not merely you and I. It will take more than that.”
“What then.”
“We need to find the one card that contains my ka.”
“Tell me it’s name.”
“Kibou, the Blue Crystal Dragon.”
Yami furrowed his brow. “Who has it?”
“Who else? Kaiba.”
Yami nodded. “I see.”
“We must win it from him in a duel. But that will wait another day. Tonight, I want to get reacquainted with you properly, my pharaoh.”
Yami flushed. “Yeah?”
Kouseketra nodded sincerely. “Can we go to your place?”
“Yes, but my grandfather will be there.”
“That’s cool.”
“Ok, then. The walk will do us good.”

Kouseketra followed Yami to the Turtle game shop. They entered the shop section fist, so that Kouseketra could be introduced to Yugi’s grandfather. Little Yugi took over from Yami, and did the introducing.
“Grandpa, this is Kouseketra.”
Kouseketra smiled warmly and shook Grandpa’s outstretched hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Moto.”
“Oh, just call me grandpa like everyone else. So Yugi, when is this young lady going to be introduced to the rest of your friends?”
“Tonight, actually. Kouseketra needs a place to stay for a few days,” Yugi lied, “So I though I’d let her stay with us. I’ll invite the gang over later.”
“Okay then. Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t, Yugi.” Grandpa winked.
Yami laughed nervously, then led Kouseketra to the apartment above the shop by the hand. He took her to his room directly, a large, sparsely furnished area.
Kouseketra wasted no time. She pushed Yugi down against the bed, and asked Yami to take over.
Yami did, and locked little Yugi away so that he would not know what Yami did.
“Is he in the puzzle?” Kouseketra asked, her breath heavy, “Atem?”
“Yes. He won’t know.”
“Oh, good.” Kouseketra kissed Yami, who’s real name was Atem, deeply, hungrily.
Their tongues warred hungrily. Slowly, Atem began to remember more and more. He’d been to the world of memory, come back, and not known of Kouseketra. Why was that?
Kouseketra broke from him. “It was one of Zorc’s tricks. He thought he could keep me from you. But he underestimated my powers.”
“That is easily enough done.” Yami breathed as his lips trailed down Kouseketra’s throat, “You are to petite, so feminine and delicate, anyone can underestimate you. That is your advantage.”
“It comes in handy.” Kouseketra murmured as Atem rolled her onto her back and buried his head in her cleavage. “I want to see you, Kouseketra. I hunger for you.”
“I thought you would.” Kouseketra got up, Atem sat up on the bed and watched her. “How about these new CD things? You have any good music?”
“Yeah,” Atem pointed to Yugi’s CD player. There was a self of CD’s above it, and Kouseketra looked through them, until she found one with a woman on the cover who looked like one of the women she’d seen in Egypt. Her name was Shakira, and her hair was blonde. She popped the CD in and pressed play. Reggae-Tone greeted her ears. “Ooh, I like this,” she said, “It’s good.”
Atem shrugged, “Yugi likes it.”
Kouseketra started swaying to the rhythm, dancing sensually, her wide hips making Atem’s mouth water. She took off her top slowly and threw it to the floor. She continued dancing in her bra and jeans, wishing she had a hip scarf. She began to belly dance, the soft undulations of her flat stomach making Atem’s already throbbing need hurt.
Atem smirked and shrugged out of his shirt and pants. Kouseketra smiled appreciatively as she saw Atem’s desire straining against the silk fabric of his black boxers. She hadn’t lost her touch. That was good. She had driven Atem to the brink of insanity almost every time they’d been together, teasing him, torturing him. Even after all this time, she still loved him as much as she ever did. Wanted him as badly as the first time they’d made love.
“Atem,” she whispered, my Atem.”
His voice was even more husky than usual. “Come here and let me disrobe you, my little Lotus Blossom.”
She didn’t let him. She forsook her jeans and bra herself, and eased her thong off, as well. She threw the wisp of red silk at Atem, who caught it in his teeth.
“Not as tasty as it’s owner,” he said devilishly. He allowed his eyes to devour her. Her beauty was unmatched, he decided. Her frame was small, save for her hips, which were wide, and her well muscled thighs. Her breasts were average in size, but pert, and lusciously inviting.
Kouseketra allowed her hair to fall from the clip she’s held it back with, and it tumbled down to her bottom.
“Yummy,” Atem snickered. He slipped out of his boxers. “Look what you’ve done to me.”
“That weapon of yours hasn’t lost any of it’s grandeur.” Kouseketra commented as she sat down on the bed and ran a finger along the length of him. It bucked and reared in response. “I don’t want to play too long now, Atem. It’s been too long. I just want you. Quickly, now.”
“My sentiments, exactly.” Atem rolled her onto her back once more, and claimed her breasts with his mouth. So delicious, he thought. Yesterday this time, he never thought this would happen. But he was glad it did.
Eager to proceed, he moved to bury his length in her. She was tight, and that added to the thrill. He somehow knew that she was this tight when she was aroused as much as possible. She wanted him badly. The feeling was mutual. He kissed her lips just before thrusting into her to the hilt. Kouseketra moaned, making him shiver.
Atem pulled out, then thrust again, and again, until he could no more, and released himself inside her, Kouseketra reaching the peak of her ecstasy at the same moment. He collapsed atop her, his breathing heavy.
Kouseketra rubbed his back. “Atem,” she murmured, “It’s good to be back.”
“I’m so glad you came.” his meaning was twofold.
“You still have the power to shatter me, Atem, and the power to keep me whole.”

An hour later, Yugi was surrounded by all of his best friends. Tea, Joey, and Tristan were each sitting in a chair. Yugi was sitting on his bed, and Kouseketra was perched on the window ledge.
“Wow, Yugi, what happened to you?” Tristan wondered.
Yugi furrowed his brow, “What?”
Joey interjected, “You look like you’ve just been [censored] hard, Yugi. I think that’s what Tristan was trying to say.”
“Yeah, but more delicately than that.” Tristan laughed nervously.
“I couldn’t guess why.” Yugi shrugged. He didn’t know what had happened between his alter ego and Kouseketra. He looked over at her. She looked pristine, the light in the window framing her petit form. Kouseketra shrugged. She didn’t want Yugi guessing that Atem had used the boy’s body as a vessel to do what he’d done.
Tea glared daggers at Kouseketra. It was obvious she saw her as some sort of a threat, even though they‘d only met minutes before. This bewildered Kouseketra. Tea didn’t even know Kouseketra’s connection to Yugi’s alter ego, and already there were hostile feelings radiating off her.
“Well,” Kouseketra offered in an attempt to break the ice a little more, “How about a friendly duel?”
“Yeah!” Joey exclaimed, “I’ll take you on.”
“Ok then.”
Yugi put up a hand in protest. “No - please. No duelling tonight. I need a break.”
“Okay, Yugi,” Kouseketra shrugged, “What would you like to do?”
Yugi considered for a long time. He didn’t really know what he wanted. All he knew was that he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on a duel if he tried, not even to watch. He looked at each of his friends in turn. They each seemed intent on Kouseketra. Tristan and Joey were staring at her with unabashed male appreciation. Tea was looking at her as though she were an insect. Kouseketra was intent on Yugi.
Why did Kouseketra have to be so sexy? All it would do is distract Yugi, Tristan, and Joey, and fuel hatred between her and Tea. What if it got as bad as it was between Tea and Mai Valentine? Tea was not a girl to get along with other women. Especially not ones that were prettier than her, or stronger duellists.
“How about we simply talk?” Yugi suggested at last, “That way Kouseketra can get to know us a little better?”
“Okay,” Joey nodded, “Where should we start?”
“Well,” Kouseketra scratched the back of her neck, blushing as she noticed that all the male eyes in the room were fixed on her chest, “Favourite colours?”
Tea was first to speak. Kouseketra could tell that the girls friendliness was forced. “My favourite colours are pink, yellow, red, purple….”
“Any girlie colour is your favourite.” Joey interrupted, prompting the hearty laughter of all in the room.
“Mine’s brown - like the colour of Serenity’s hair.” Tristan said dreamily.
Joey leapt at Tristan. “You’ll never be with my sister if I have anything to say about it!”
Kouseketra cocked a brow. “You have a sister, Joey?”
Joey’s tone changed, a vibrant smile spreading on his face. “Yeah, Serenity is my little sister. She‘s the best.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” Tristan commented.
Joey started clawing at him.
Kouseketra ignored the quarrelling men. “Yugi?”
“My favourite colour is blue, Kouseketra.”
Kouseketra smiled. “Blue is mine, too. Your counterpart, Yami, I will call him Atem, his is black. I asked him why one day. He told me it was because my eyes turn as black as the midnight sky when I feel passionate about something.”
“Really?” Yugi asked, amused.
“Yes.” Kouseketra smiled fondly.
Tea became suspicious. “Oh, the pharaoh said that, did he? Just what is your relationship with him, Kouseketra?” She spat the name.
“If you must know, Tea, please, make those two,” she pointed to Joey and Tristan, “Cease their quarrelling and be still, so I may tell you.”
Tea’s dislike of being commanded by such a regal woman was evident, but she obeyed. She got off her chair, and stepped between the two young men. “Stop it!” she rebuked, “Kouseketra wants to tell us something.”
This knowledge made Joey and Tristan take their chairs with incredible speed. Tea sat, and Kouseketra smiled sweetly, trying to ignore Joey‘s puppy dog look.
“Tea asked me my connection to Atem. It is best you all know, I think. When Atem was pharaoh, I was his queen.”
The revelation left Tea speechless, Joey with a dropped jaw, and Tristan with a very dumb look on his face.
“So,” Tea wondered with clinical detachment, “How does that work? Is it like Yugi, where you are using someone else’s body as a vessel for your soul?”
“No, actually. I had no control over it, actually. The priests of Set in what Atem and I called Ombos resurrected my mummified body, by sacrificing a young virgin from the town. Her sacrificed flesh regenerated my own, so I look now as I did when I died at the age of seventeen.”
“What did you die of?” Yugi asked.
“I became ill from a mosquito bite. This was nigh a year before Atem battled with Bakura, and Zorc. That is why he did not remember me in the Memory World. At the time he had returned to, I was already in my tomb.”
Yugi blinked. “Yami - Atem wants to speak.”
Atem took over Yugi’s body. He did not lock the boy away this time, but allowed him access to some of his newly restored memories. “My memories have been flooding back all afternoon.” Yami said at last to his friends. He beckoned Kouseketra to move to his side. She obeyed silently. He took her hand, holding it with great tenderness.
“When you died, it shattered me.” Yami said in a small voice. “I had prayed and fasted, begging the gods to spare you, to allow me to keep you, but you left me anyways. The entire forty day mourning period, I stayed in our bedchamber, refusing to eat, I barely slept. I only drank water because I became so thirsty I began to hallucinate. I wanted to die, to join you, Kouseketra. But my priests would not let me. They talked me out of starving myself to death. By the end of the forty days, I was very thin. I could feel my bones close to breaking free of my skin. The first meal I ate after that was like sand in my mouth. But I ate anyways. I missed you as much the day I died as the day you were taken from me.”
Tears welled in Kouseketra’s eyes after hearing Atem’s confession. “I had no idea, my Atem.”
“It is best that you know, Lotus Blossom.” the statement was so full of gentleness, it surprised Joey and Tristan. They’d never seen this side of the pharaoh. They’d only seen the side of him that took on any opponent, that fought to the end, who could be at times violent. The side of him that had shattered a part of Kaiba’s soul. This new, loving facet was uncharacteristic to them.
Tea felt cold hatred for Kouseketra. Who was this woman, that Atem loved her so? Lotus Blossom? That nickname was so saccharine. Tea became furiously jealous. All this time, she’d thought the pharaoh ignored her advances because of his love for Yugi, not because he loved anther woman and was so fiercely devoted to her. But the pharaoh hadn’t remembered until today - had he somehow had a base urge to forsake all others even though he didn’t know he had a wife? It was the kind of thing that only existed in fairy tales. Or so Tea had thought.
Atem toyed with a strand of Kouseketra’s long, dark hair, which was so long it tumbled down, and spilled onto the bed where she was sitting.
“Your eyes are as dark as a stormy sea, Hemet. I know what you are thinking.” His voice was but a whisper.
“You always did.” Kouseketra said steadily. “But now is not the time.”
Atem nodded. “Alas, you are right.”
“So, how long were you two married?” Joey asked curiously, “I mean, all this time, I never imagined you were a married man.”
Atem laughed. “Well, we were married four years when Kouseketra passed.”
“So you were married when you were fourteen?”
“Yes.” Both Atem and Kouseketra answered in unison.
“It was very common for people to marry at that age.” Atem shrugged at his friends black faces, “The life expectancy back then was only about thirty.”
“But Atem,” Kouseketra cooed, “People live so much longer now.”
“Yes,” the pharaoh agreed, “More time to spend together.”
“So, why is it you are here, Kouseketra?” Tristan wondered, “Yami - I mean, Atem, has been with us for a long time.”
“I am here to help him from now on.” Kouseketra answered carefully, “It is widely thought by the priests that Atem will need me now.”
Atem’s eyes shone, “I do believe they were right.”
Tea rolled her eyes. Atem should be showing that affection to her! She’d been doting over him for almost six years! Kouseketra was usurping the place that Tea had thought her own - Atem’s heart.

Yugi’s friends left, the door to his room closed by Tea in what could be defined as a slam. Atem turned to Kouseketra, stroking the back of her left hand with the pads of his thumbs. “Kouseketra.” he murmured, “The memories - they are coming back in a rush.”
“Take your time to sift through them, Atem. You may need some of them.” She cupped his jaw with her free hand and smiled. “5,000 years is a long time to be apart, Atem.”
“Yes, and forever will not be long enough for us to be together.”
“You always were a hopeless romantic.” tears threatened to spill from her eyes. The time she’d spend away from Atem had seemed an eternity. She thought she’d be without him forever, until she awoke, regenerated by the priests. It had been such a strange experience. One minute she was wandering in the garden of the afterlife, taking in the beauty with eyes that couldn’t see past her loneliness. The next, she was whole again, soul and body, looking up from the stone altar into the dark eyes of the priest of Set.
She had been in this year, 2006, for only a few days. She didn’t know how many things worked in this civilization, so different from what she’d grown up surrounded by. “Atem,” she said at last, “You must show me things in this place.”
“Such as?”
“Well, Tea mentioned going to a place called ‘the mall’. what is it? Will you take me there? What is a credit card?”
“Oh, those kinds of things. I see. I will show you everything, Kouseketra. But it will take time. I was here three years before I became accustomed to most of the technology.”
“Everything seemed simpler in Egypt.”
Atem sighed. “It does in retrospect, but I’m not really sure if that’s the case.”
Kouseketra didn’t argue. She only ever argued if she felt it was absolutely necessary. She settled to snuggle into Atem’s side. Quarrels weren’t good. And it didn’t keep a relationship sweet and simple. It complicated things. Kouseketra had been here too short a time to make things more difficult. All she wanted was to have until the morning to simple be Atem’s wife again. Let tomorrow take care of itself.
Atem exhaled deeply, and closed his eyes, merely enjoying the moment. He allowed his hand to caress Kouseketra’s shoulder, evoking from her a blissful sigh. A shiver ran through him, and he found his need as strong and fervent as he’d ever felt it. This woman was more to him than just a wife. She was his everything. Just her happy sigh stirred such powerful emotions of love and possession within him - he knew it would physically crush him if she were in pain. Crush him the way it had when she’d died 5,000 years before.
Atem repressed the memory. All that mattered to him now was the delicate creature in his arms, so soft, and full of warmth. She fit so perfectly in his arms.
Kouseketra moved so that she sat in Atem’s lap, and buried her head in his chest. Atem held her weight easily. He found himself using one arm to support her, and the other to toy with her long, dark hair.
Another memory came to Atem then. It was of the day he first met Kouseketra. He’d been only thirteen at the time, and extremely nervous. She’d been very shy, at first. They got to know each other slowly, really only ever opening up to each other after they were wed.
Kouseketra looked up at Atem, her eyes dark with passion.
“Ah, I know what you want, little devil.” Atem chuckled.

Kouseketra had Atem tied down to the bed, each of his limbs suspended to a post of the four poster bed with red silk scarves. A blindfold was over his eyes, leaving him completely vulnerable. And completely aroused. Kouseketra giggled. It was easy to see Atem’s desire straining against his leather pants. She leaned over him and slowly, tortuously undid his belt. She felt the quiver of his taut stomach muscles at her lightest touch, and smiled.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” She murmured.
“You know it, Kouse.” Atem ground out, his voice gruff.
Kouseketra dipped her head and licked the sensitive skin just below Atem’s belly button. His muscles tightened, a groan escaped him. She continued. Before long, perspiration began to bead on his flesh. She tasted the salty drops, and moaned. “So delicious.”
Another groan from Atem.
“We are only getting started, my dear Atem.” Kouseketra mused. She unzipped his pants, and slowly tugged them down, exposing his boxers, and further, until she could see his leanly muscled thighs.
She ran the backs of her long fingernails lightly over his left thigh. He trembled and groaned, this time sounding more pained than pleasured. “Kouse.” his voice was raspy.
Kouseketra moved again, pushing the flimsy fabric of Atem’s black shirt up, over his chest, so that it hung across from one armpit to the other. She ran her hands teasingly over the lean, hairless expanse of his chest, feeling her own desire deepening in the pit of her stomach. She loved him so much more than he could ever know, body, and soul. So much love, and she would pour as much of it out of her being, and lavish him with it, tonight. Right now was all that mattered. She lowered her face, so that it was a mere inch above Atem’s breastbone.
He felt her hot breath on his flesh, and gooseflesh erupted. This sultry temptress was torturing so much - but he liked it. He loved it, he amended. This was delicious agony. He wanted to end it - and prolong it - all at the same time. Wanted to break free and ravish Kouseketra, and wanted at the same time to just remain there, letting her keep full reign over his body. This was glorious. He felt her little teeth nipping at his flesh. His heart was hammering in his ears. The pulse in his manhood was in sink with the drumbeat in his head. A constant rhythm, a fast tempo, set by Kouseketra with agonizing skill.
Something wasn’t right. It wasn’t Kouseketra. No, she was more right than the air that entered and left his lungs with every breath. This didn’t feel right. Why? Atem furrowed his brow and groaned with the realization. He hadn’t locked little Yugi away. Yugi was seeing this. He might even be feeling this. That wasn’t good for so many reasons.
Atem concentrated on the puzzle, seeking through the labyrinthine corridors for the boy. “Yugi?” he called out mentally.
The boy appeared before him, materializing like a ghost. “Pharaoh?”
“Yugi, what did you see?”
“Nothing - when you and Kouseketra started getting all mushy I decided to take a walk.” the boy shrugged. He was referring to the puzzle’s maze, which contained many, many doors, each of which housed one of Atem’s memories. “Many of the doors are open now, pharaoh.”
“Kouseketra has that effect, yes.”
“So, what are you and her up to?” Yami asked innocently. “What made you look for me?”
“She and I - we are doing what people in love do, Yugi. I wanted to make sure your innocent eyes did not see something they shouldn’t have.”
“No, I’m minding my own business.” Yugi said sweetly, “But I’m not that innocent, pharaoh.”
“Oh? Why don’t you prove it.”
“Ok then, I will.” little Yugi managed to summon the power to lock Atem away, placing his spirit so deep in the puzzle that all the pharaoh could do was hear little Yugi speaking, until Yugi chose to release him. “I’ll bet I can fool Kouseketra into thinking I’m you.”

Atem beat his fist against the stone wall Yugi’d put up between them. This was so wrong! Kouseketra was his, not Yugi’s! And Atem had always been strong enough to protect his young protégé, until now. But damn it, Yugi was so young - Kouseketra would know. And she would want to know what happened. Wouldn’t she?
Atem couldn’t stand the thought of Kouseketra’s delicious mouth wrapped around little Yugi’s virgin cock. Couldn’t tolerate the idea that at this very moment, little Yugi’s sexual senses may be being awakened by such a goddess - a queen of Egypt no less. His queen. Atem pounded his fist against the wall, crying out with his anger. How could little Yugi do this to him? Didn’t the boy understand that this was one of the worst ways to betray someone? To do such intimate things with the wife of his mentor?

Little Yugi felt like he’d died. His thing had been hard before sure, and he’d touched it himself, yes, but this was so different. The pharaoh had been right. Yugi was so naïve. He had assumed that a woman’s touch wasn’t much different from his own. What a terribly wrong assumption.
He couldn’t see. He knew he was tied up. He could feel fingers on his body. Delicate, tapered fingers, with long nails that scratched. Kouseketra’s fingernails. He could feel her breath on his chest, Atem’s name on her lips.
Yugi half wanted his name to be the one that Kouseketra purred so affectionately. But he had to pretend he was the pharaoh.
Out of nowhere, he could feel teeth biting his left nipple. He cried out, the sound obviously little Yugi’s boyish tone. He mentally kicked himself.
“Oh me, Atem. What a great affect this must have on you. You sound as you did when you were yet a boy!”
Yugi was sweating bullets. How long could he pull this off? It felt good, but yet so horribly wrong. Physically, he was enjoying this. It was his body’s natural response. But his mind was in knots.
Hands on his hips. Yugi’s heart slammed into overdrive. Kouseketra was pulling down his boxers. Yugi began whimpering. He wasn’t sure he was ready for this - this didn’t seem a good time place or woman to be making him a man. Oh - maybe a few more minutes.
He felt warm, moist lips close around the head of his thing. It was harder now than it had ever been, throbbing, actually. Her lips tightened, started moving up and down a little. The realization hit Yugi like a ton of bricks. She was giving him a blow job.
It felt wonderful. More than wonderful. It felt sinful. He wondered if Tea would be this good. Atem was going to kill him.
Silent tears streamed down Yugi’s face as his body betrayed him and released while Kouseketra’s mouth was still on him. This was so wrong of him. Shame filled him, overriding the carnal sense of pleasure, over the primal needs that had been evoked from deep within him. He wasn’t being fair to Atem. He wasn’t being fair to Kouseketra, either. And, he really wasn’t being fair to himself. He wanted his first time to be openly with someone he really loved, even if that did sound really corny. He didn’t want this to be happening the way it was - under false pretences. Still sobbing, he let his mentor take over again, but not before mentally whispering an apology to the pharaoh.

Atem knew how bad Yugi felt, and why. His anger at the young man melted. Yugi had only acted his age. The body of the teenaged boy was so easily aroused - Atem didn’t blame him for what he did. Atem found himself in the same place only a few minutes later, anyhow.
What male couldn’t be aroused by Kouseketra and her skilled mouth? He felt her warm, wet tongue licking and caressing the tip of his shaft, then she took him into her mouth until the head of him was touching her uvula. She made a small choking sound, but didn’t stop. Atem new it was the gag factor. That little nuisance at the back of her lovely throat just didn’t want to be touched.
Atem found himself releasing in her again, and relished in the sound of her swallowing. She was such a naughty little cat, and he’d have her just filled with cream by the time he was through.

[Mistress of Yaoi]

excellent as always