"Are you trying to tell me you're a three-thousand-year-old virgin?"
Yugi's mouth was agape. Yami's eyes took in the rumpled bedcovers, the clothing on the floor, and his and Yugi's bodies in various states of arousal.
"You know, Yugi, this is a slightly awkward time to talk about it..." he said, considering he was currently sitting on Yugi's bed, the bed's owner had his head between Yami's knees, and Yugi's hair was tickling Yami's—
Well, it tickled.
Yugi, damn him, was pulling back. He stared up at Yami. "I can't believe you never told me! You're a virgin?" The outline of a smirk was forming on his mouth. Yami couldn't take the role reversal.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," he said stiffly.
"Oh, it's not," Yugi said, but laughed.
Yami was offended. His manhood was at stake—metaphorically speaking, as physically it was as stiff as his words and rather annoyed at being interrupted. But as Yugi was giving him a condescending smile worthy of Kaiba (oh, Ra, he didn't want to think about Kaiba when he was naked!) and making no move to release him, the least he could do was recover his dignity.
"Fine, if you're going to be that way..." Yami huffed as he stood. Yugi's face went from amused to sympathetic. He stood also and used a well-placed hand to push Yami back to the bed.
"Yami, it's okay, really," Yugi said, and proceeded to use the hand still on Yami's stomach to make amends for his rudeness. "I was just...surprised. I'm sorry—please don't be mad."
"Hm." Yami feigned annoyance, but his body's reaction to Yugi's gentle stroking belied his frown.
"It's just...can I ask...how the hell were you pharaoh of Ancient Egypt without losing your virginity?" Yugi grinned again as he sat down next to Yami, still petting him appeasingly. Yami narrowed his eyes.
"First of all, we didn't have hell in Ancient Egypt, we had the afterlife," Yami said, and put up with the cheeky grin Yugi gave at that statement only because Yugi was touching Yami's other cheeks. "And second of all..."
He caught Yugi's hand, guiding it to the front, and Yugi not only didn't resist, he used his other hand to rub Yami's hip, perilously close to straddling him.
"...I'm gay, if you hadn't noticed," Yami finished. He released Yugi's hand, which Yugi moved to grip Yami's chest, since Yami had laced his other arm around Yugi in order to narrow the gap between their lips. Yami leaned forward, his hand stroking Yugi, and he could feel Yugi grow hard against his skin. Yugi tilted his head, closed his eyes, opened his mouth...
"That still doesn't explain why you haven't had sex," he said. He yelped and giggled as instead of kissing, Yami bit his nose lightly in mock exasperation.
"I would have by now if you hadn't kept asking questions." He pouted. Yugi looked innocently at him to much greater effect. It was ridiculous, really—Yami considered Yugi and himself equally beautiful, so why was Yugi so much more adept at this than he was?
Yami gave a quickie answer in hopes that Yugi would reply in kind. "Okay. I couldn't because I was pharaoh. Happy now?" He tried to give him incentive by stroking Yugi's chest, taking particular care of his left nipple. But even as Yami could feel Yugi react...
"No. Couldn't pharaohs do anything they wanted?" Damn boy must have a high threshold of pleasure.
Yami sighed, seeing Yugi was not to be deterred, and resigned himself to explaining. "Technically speaking, but it didn't mean the general population would favor it. And in my day, pharaohs were supposed to marry their sister, not their brother."
Yugi giggled into Yami's neck. "Incest?"
"We preferred to call it ‘keeping the bloodline pure'." Yami snorted. "Besides, what do you think this looks like?"
Yugi grabbed Yami's cock and smiled devilishly at his reaction. "Like you're fucking a mirror?"
"You've got the first part right." Yugi's speech was normally so polite that Yami got turned on whenever he said the word ‘fuck.' Particularly now. Emboldened, Yami attempted to ease Yugi onto his back and only succeeded in landing on his elbows when Yugi twisted away.
"You still haven't answered my question."
Yami sighed, wishing it were out of pleasure instead of denial. "Yes, I have. Pharaohs were not supposed to be gay, at least not in my time. This was Ancient Egypt, not Greece."
For once Yami wished he were back in Ancient Egypt—he could have ordered Yugi to stop talking and use his mouth for other purposes. But since that wasn't happening, he took the initiative as he pulled Yugi close and nibbled his earlobe. He liked the seductive tone it added to Yugi's next,
"Why not?"
"It's...complicated." The hand sneaking down Yugi's thigh tried to convince him to keep it simple.
"I'll make it easy for you. Tell me, or I won't do this." Yami startled when Yugi moved away, but he didn't object when Yugi then parted Yami's thighs and delicately licked the tip of his dick.
Yami stilled. That was some argument.
"Fine," he said. "Because in Ancient Egypt they believed..." He paused. This was difficult enough to explain without Yugi's actions muddling his thoughts. "They believed that semen was divine."
Damn that boy. He was pulling back again, the tease. But to his credit, Yugi didn't laugh—though Yami suspected that was merely because he couldn't tell if Yami was playing with him. Hm. Good idea. Yami cupped Yugi's balls in his hand and tried to massage them, but with a restraint Yami didn't think possible, Yugi shifted away, foiling his attempts at distraction.
"Oh." Now Yugi paused. "You were Catholic?"
"Yugi! No!" Yami's growl seemed less than ferocious when he used the opportunity of Yugi's laughter to take advantage of the smaller boy. Yugi allowed Yami to get so far as pin him to the bed and smother his face in Yugi's stomach, and as he arched his back, he said (in a slight gasp, Yami was pleased to note),
"I still don't get it. I didn't think you couldn't have sex..."
"Oh, I could have if I wanted. I had plenty of concubines. I just couldn't be gay."
Yugi gave him a look. "...Concubines?" Figured. The boy had no qualm at giving Yami a permanent hard-on but blushed over the word 'concubine'.
"I didn't sleep with them," Yami assured him, gently coaxing Yugi onto his side as if to prove it then and there. "They mostly came into my chamber and brushed my hair."
Yugi looked over his shoulder sympathetically. "They didn't have sex ed in Ancient Egypt, did they."
Yugi yelped and laughed again as Yami slapped him in the butt. Though if he did more than slap, perhaps Yugi would finally shut up. As he took a finger and gently stroked Yugi's entrance, careful not to go too far without lube (on the nightstand, how to get it without interruption?),
"I still don't get it."
Well, Ptah. He was going to kill Yugi if his first time ended in premature ejaculation. "Let me demonstrate."
Foiled again as Yugi twisted to face Yami. "But Yami..."
Yami settled for sliding down and licking Yugi's bellybutton. "Can't talk now, I'm busy."
"Yami!" The breathlessness made it sound less urgent...or more urgent, depending on how you looked at it. Yami snorted into Yugi's stomach, making Yugi giggle as the breath tickled him, but then Yugi caught Yami's head in his hands and forced his chin up to look at him. "Tell me."
Yami's frustration was tempered by the view. Yugi naked, horizontal, face flushed from foreplay. One thought was on his mind: That boy really knew how to get what he wanted. Well, okay, two thoughts were on his mind, but the first was obvious.
He crawled up until he had Yugi pinned underneath him, foreheads touching. His lips nearly brushed Yugi's each time he spoke. "Fine. It's like this: sex was power. Still is. Semen had a man's power."
"So you weren't allowed to spill it or something? Are you sure you're not Catholic?"
"Yugi!"
"You are a virgin. "
Yami bit Yugi's nose again and didn't wait for the shriek or gasp sure to follow it. "Yugi. When you spend two-thousand, nine-hundred and eighty-three years of your 'life' as a spirit in an unsolved millennium item, it's slightly difficult to alter the fact."
"But before..."
Yami sighed into Yugi's mouth. "The years of my reign were turbulent. People wanted my power. People who slept with me would have power over me. So I couldn't sleep with a man and chose not to sleep with a woman. Get it now?"
Yugi's face was self-satisfied. And he hadn't even come yet. "Sure. I get it."
Finally. Now they could get down to the important things. Literally. Yami prepared to take Yugi (the boy was sly. He'd been down at Yami's pelvis twice now and he got the blow job.) Yugi took a sharp intake of breath.
"So, Yami? Does that mean..."
Yami groaned. And then was taken by surprise as Yugi promptly managed to flip him so that Yami was flat on his back, Yugi's knees on either side of him. Yugi grinned as he adjusted to their new positions.
"...You want me to be on top?" His voice was husky as he bent his head into the crook of Yami's neck, alternately whispering in his ear and licking it. "To have power over you, you know."
"Yugi..." Yami smirked as he gripped his legs around Yugi, locking their bodies together. As Yugi reached down and squeezed their erections together, Yami arched against him, his eyes half-closed in pleasure. He waited patiently as Yugi clumsily unscrewed the top of the lube, and when Yugi reached down and began to finger him,
"You have always had power over me," Yami murmured, and proceeded to let Yugi prove it.
*
The End
*
Author's note: All of Yami's comments were derived from various versions of actual Egyptian mythology.
I also had an extremely loose interpretation of Egyptian culture and sociology; according to
this website, "Nobility had a wide range of marital
customs and practically all sexual behaviors were both accepted and condemned depending on the time period and the ruling class."
So for the purposes of this ficlet I assumed a conservative viewpoint, considering the volatile times Yami lived in and that in the
context of the story, sex could mean domination. But Yami did qualify his statements with an "at least not in my time" in order not to
indict all times and cultures. ^^