#(there’s supposed to be visual noise in Atem)

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@sassaroh​ said: ❰❰ HURT ❱❱ // oops! An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver

      He should have known. If two dimensions blended, then there is a chance that they aren’t the only duplicates. But he doesn’t know much to ‘recognize’ them and he can’t ask his counterpart much either.

     His memory is a haze, much like everything else. But he could almost recognize the white hair, just not the eye color and physique. For some reason, that same person he is trying to recollect the visual image of his facial features attacked him moments ago. There’s something small, thin, and sharp like a piece of wood that has impaled the flesh on his arm.

     Diabound. And just about moments later it’s like the name itself fades away from his mind.

     He couldn’t use his duel disk, so fighting monster vs monster wouldn’t have worked. Not in the way he is used to, at least. His conscious wavelength may be more connected to the dimension than he thinks. Through gritted teeth he tries to reach for the top card of his deck, wishing for it to be his ace monster. But his vision gets blurry mid-draw and after that… he doesn’t remember anything.

     Lying cold on the ground, eyes slowly flutter open. The environment is out of focus but he could see something akin to a violet cape flowing to and fro. A figure— and then another, wearing armor, floating next to it. That’s how he’d envisioned he would be standing. Something had gotten in the way of his consciousness.

     Whatever the white-haired person’s plan was, it was put an end to. And this had enraged him. Even more so that somehow there are two of the Pharaohs. Mist thickens into a dense fog, bone-chilling, eerie. Or so… Yami thinks it’s a mist. But those are phantoms, gathering on the enemy’s side. An echo of voices, defeating any other noise. And the second he raises himself up on his knees, he could spot his counterpart falls to his. Eyes grow wide, pupils shrink. No, that was supposed to happen to him and not—

     He clutches his chest, as though he could feel the same kind of physical dicomfort but he’s untouched. Chin dipped, golden strands dangling in front of his face. Those… It’s like those phantoms are sucking the life force out of him— What is happening?? But the pain isn’t his…

     A brilliant shock of blinding incandescence is cast. Dark Magic beam jagging across the ground, hitting the enemy and throwing him off balance. The phantoms slowly begin to vanish.

     Yami, now finally being able to completely get up on his feet, rushes over to his counterpart and crouches down beside him.

     “Are you alright??” a panicked tone plays on his voice. He didn’t even bother to pluck off the culprit to his blackout from his arm. An expression of dismay depicted on his face, soon after transforming into a heated glare towards their opponent. It seems, he too is struggling to stand up.

     “Be gone!” Yami snaps his teeth in warning. The more he looks at him, the more those sharp features on his face become familiar. But he is too busy considering what he must do to prevent anyone from getting hurt further. He gets back up, the white-haired individual is swept back by the phantoms unexpectedly. And after, he would escape from their sight. An intervention of fate, not allowing him to face him so he doesn’t learn his name. Hands clenched into a fist until the knuckles become prominent. Yami scoots in front of Atem and carefully sets a hand on his shoulder.

     “You— you took the hit instead of me,” a hint of guilt in his words as he clears his throat. Even if that’s supposed to be him from the past, he still deems him as an entity of his own. And perhaps because he failed to protect himself, to the point that Atem had to step in, frustrates him. But that’s what he would have done too. Protect others.

     “You can lean on me.” He offers. His facial features soften despite that he still displays a frown. Yami moves beside Atem while crouched, wanting to help as best as he can.

[skynet-atem]

For @hiramiyugioh <3

Atem rolled over in bed, pressing his face into the pillow. He couldn't sleep. His whole body felt overheated, even with the cool breeze that blew in off the desert. It wasn't hard to guess why. Every time he closed his eyes, he was bombarded with memories that were not his own. Kaiba's hips arching up off silken sheets, his hands slick and- 

No. He shook his head vigorously. Most of the memories were innocent enough, but those that weren't, well. He tried closing his eyes again, desperate to get some sleep, but it was no use. He could see it all so vividly. He could still practically feel the wet slide of Kaiba’s mouth. Groaning in frustration, he rolled over, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. His body practically vibrated with suppressed tension, even the soft friction of his sheets too much to stand. Another memory floated to the surface, Kaiba on his hands and knees, his lips stretched open around-

"Damn that AI," Atem growled. 

It wasn't Atem with his hands in Kaiba's hair, urging him to take it deeper, but it certainly looked like it was. The visual was not helping in the slightest, and Atem felt another persistent twitch from where his arousal lay half-hard against his thigh. Groaning in frustration, he finally relented, reaching down to brush his fingers over the tip. He let the images rush through his mind, remembering the way Kaiba tasted, the feel of his lips, and his full-body shudder as Atem had pressed into him alongside the AI.

Atem bit his lip, trying to keep his noise to a minimum. The guards outside his chambers wouldn't disturb him regardless, but he still didn't want them hearing.

The images of some strange version of himself taking Kaiba in all kinds of creative ways got him fully hard and sweating, far too easily. He paused, hurriedly searching in a chest by his bed for a small pot of oil. He scooped some up, spreading it over his length and thrusting into his now-slick hand with a gasp. Atem closed his eyes again, panting, imagining Kaiba flushed with need and folded up underneath him-

     "Ahhh, Kaiba," he panted, rapidly approaching his limit.

A dark chuckle floated down out of the air in answer, and Atem found a hand clapped over his mouth.

     "Don't worry Pharaoh, I mean you no harm." The AI materialized, stretched out on the bed next to him with a wicked grin.

     "You," Atem hissed around the AI’s fingers. "This is all your fault. No, never mind that. How did you get here?"

     "Don't you worry your pretty head. Would you like a bedtime story?"

      "A what?"

      "A bedtime story," the AI repeated patiently, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. "To help you sleep."

     "Are you really going to force me to go wake up Mahaad so he can banish you?"

     "I said I meant you no harm. But go get Mahaad if you must. Maybe he'd like this story too. It's about a brilliant man named Seto Kaiba and all the wonderful things he can do with his tongue." On the last word the AI's hand shot out, wrapping around Atem's cock before he could even blink. Atem's fingers dug into the bed, and a strange gurgle escaped his throat. He was hot and overstimulated and abruptly jealous of everything the AI was implying and gods he just needed to-

     "Very well," he almost snapped. “But if you dare try anything foolish- “

     "Hmm. I'm just passing along the message, really. I've seen all the things he's wanted with you, only with you. With us, I suppose, but you were first. You should thank me really, I've got him quite well educated now." Atem scowled at that, but the AI continued. "At first he was too harsh, pushed himself too hard. No surprise to you, I'm sure." 

The AI crawled down, positioning himself between Atem's legs. "It was entertaining, certainly, to watch him choke, but- " Atem now had a death-grip on his sheets, feeling half hypnotized, and watched the AI slide his mouth down over Atem's cock. It was wet and slick and delicious, and Atem groaned low in the back of his throat. The AI pulled off, licking his lips and continuing to stroke Atem with his hand. "It's so much better now that he knows what he's doing. He desires perfection in this, as in all of his endeavors. You'd be surprised how well he's learned to control his gag reflex." 

As if to demonstrate, the AI sucked Atem into his mouth again, sliding down and down until his nose was pressed into Atem's stomach. The glide of the AI's tongue along the underside, the tight flex of his throat around the tip, the dark silk of his voice, it was overwhelming. Atem could easily see how Kaiba had grown pleasure-drunk from such attention. "Do you wish it were Kaiba?"

     "Hn?" Atem managed, eyes still glazed.

     "I'm certainly having to repeat myself a lot here. Do you wish- " He began to stroke Atem again, setting a fast rhythm Atem didn't think he could stand for much longer. " -that it was Kaiba with his hands on you? With his mouth on you? Just imagine how good it will be. Rest assured, he can take whatever you give him. And if he falters... shall I have an encouraging grip in his hair while you use his mouth, or would you like to do it yourself?" It was too close to one of the more vivid memories, and suddenly Atem could feel Kaiba's silky hair, see the glimmer of his blue eyes and the dark flush of his cheeks, feel the pressure of his lips on-

     "Gods," Atem grunted, his spine bowing up off the bed as pleasure rolled through his body. He collapsed again, his breathing slowing as he watched the AI licking the cum from his hand.

     "Sleep well, your majesty." The AI was still smirking at him, but Atem was suddenly very tired, and the room around him started to dim. "I'll tell him you said hello."