PHARAOH ATEM
Highly selective, Indie RP and art blog for Atem / Yami Yuugi from Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters. Plays all versions of Atem, including Season 0. All art + edits uploaded on this blog are mine. Other art is by Kazuki Takahashi or anime screenshots. Mun is 26 years old.
A slight hiss escapes him. He could feel his back strain itself in a few spots, causing the man to lock up some in place. When another strain struck him, he placed a hand on the exact spot. Oh.. he slept terribly wrong last night and it’s kicking his ass.
“I have.. a bed.. built for my body.. and it’s still.. hard for me to sleep. I think I just need to take more than only melatonin at night if this continues..” A second hiss escapes him.
“Ahh.. chiropractor.. a call is in order..”
A cheek is leaned into prominent knuckles as magenta eyes observe Seto’s body language. He lifts his head up in response to the hiss and that’s when Atem gets up and takes a step forward. His brows scrunch into a light frown.
“It sounds like you’re overworking yourself. And I take it that even if I tell you to slow down a little you wouldn’t, hm?” He sets a hand to his hip with a light sigh and a headshake. “Would you like me to give you a massage for now?”
Getting this man’s permission, directly from his own mouth, gave a few flutters in Seto’s chest. He had shown Atem all the rooms to his mansion, correct? Even his art studio and photo room? Actually, he can’t even recall giving him a tour! They were always in three areas most of the time! Wow. Seto felt pretty bad for not showing the place off more thoroughly to him.
With a nod, he waited for the other to get fully dressed before reaching for his hand to lead him into another room of the mansion. It was a smaller room from his bedroom but there was a massive vanity across the way, divided up in three mirrors with two of them slightly angling themselves from the wall.
All of his coats, including his signature white coat, hung around them on torso mannequins. How many coats does this man truly need? All of them were in different colors with each one representing familiar Duel Monster cards. He was ready for every occasion!
On the marble vanity itself, there was a large display of makeup, ranging from foundations to palettes of eyeshadow. Lipstick, lipgloss, you name it. Despite the clutter, this room was beautifully organized. Nothing was out of place, there lacked dust particles on the glass and the room itself smelled of fresh clothes softener.
He helped Atem take a seat on the small black chair in front of the vanity, only to spin it around to face Atem towards him.
“It’s an honor to have you in my makeup room..” Seto commented, placing the eyeshadow palette on the vanity. “This is the room where I get prepped up for the day. I even have an overhead light to get the details right.”
Seto waltzed over to the vanity as he began plucking out certain colors from each section. As he flicked the vanity’s bright lights on, he examined the colors next to Atem’s cheek, making sure that they were the right shades before actually working on his living canvas.
Once everything was thoroughly picked, he lifted the chair up some so that he didn’t have to hunch over to apply the makeup. And so.. he began.
Dots and lines were placed on Atem’s face, almost like face paint, yet this was the trick to give the man proper sharp angles when using the makeup. He had around 7 different shades of dots on him, only for Seto to then blur them in carefully. In the meantime, Atem could clearly see the dedication expressed on Seto’s face.
Even with such a stern gaze, his eyes would dart a little as fingertips brushed the King’s flesh. Once everything was blended in beautifully, he began using his brushes next. The tiniest of details was quite amusing on the brunet. His lips would part ever so slightly, his tongue would graze along white canines. His long eyelashes would flutter, those eyebrows twitch. It was definitely a sight to behold.
After applying the glitter and eyeshadow, Seto was now biting his bottom lip lightly. He couldn’t help but ogle over how beautiful Atem was. Everything about him was.. perfect.
As he lowered his brushes and took a step back, he could feel his cheeks burn at the sight before him. How stunning is the King to him.. Such elegance under the vanity’s lighting. Seto fell slowly onto one knee in front of him as he retrieves his hand to place a kiss on top of it.
“So.. this is what winning the lottery feels like..” he breathily comments. “But.. I won something worth more than my entire salary.. I truly am ever so lucky..”
Atem takes a moment to put the pants on. He finds a spot to take a seat, rolling the shirt up just above the hips prior. To make it smoother and faster, the pharaoh folds up the bottom hem to the crotch point on one side. He sets one leg atop the other as though in a crossed position but instead raises the upper leg so he could neatly and slowly slide one side of the pants first. The skin-tight leather accommodates the shape of his leg, complimenting every curve. He does the same for the other leg. Once he is done, he stands up and decides to do a loose tuck of the shirt over the waistband. He tugs the zipper up and buttons the pants lastly.
When his hand is taken in the hold of Seto’s, he follows after. To think, they could just be walking beside each other without any contact— but instead this little touch coming from Seto speaks volumes to him. He would go along with what Seto likes, afraid to cross boundaries. It’s likely the fact that he loves acts of affection, however he doesn’t ask for them. And he wouldn’t. And this coming from Seto, willingly, it makes him feel like he’s on cloud nine.
It only seems he’s learning new things about Seto each time. The intimacy feels rewarding. To feel this connected and close with someone. Atem is amazed to see the room. The first thing he notices is indeed the large mirrors. Sometimes he wishes they had these back in ancient days. He has improved his makeup skills after applying makeup every day in front of a mirror. Such a time to be alive. And then all this makeup he’s seeing, he’s in awe. It makes him think of what Seto would look like with a similar look to his own. Dressed in silk and gold. He could only imagine how majestic his lover would look. Like a king…
He moves to the chair when it’s presented to him and sits on it. “This is amazing. I love the setup. I’ve— never seen you wear eyeliner or eyeshadow. I assume you’ve been doing the ‘no makeup’ makeup look. Your beauty is unmatched.” And that statement is confirmed the moment Seto begins to paint on his face however he likes. And Atem is deeply fixated on his facial expressions, the shape of his face, the reflection of himself in these profound ocean eyes. This man is like a walking masterpiece.
Atem is content just to be in this moment. Each touch to his face feels soothing. There’s a look of serenity when his eyes are closed while Seto works on them and a tiny up-curve to his lips. And once Atem senses the little session is finished he reopens his eyes and his smile only seems to blossom further. As Seto falls down on his knee, Atem blinks with inquisitiveness, and then the softest plush of lips would meet the back of his hand. And he’d thought he can’t be more enthralled by the man before him… His heart flutters in his chest, blood rush reaching to the tips of his ears. In this second, he feels the most loved he’s ever been. Emotions swell in his chest, a mixture of bliss and enamor.
“Seto…” He gently brushes his fingers over the other’s. “…. I feel like I am the lucky one here, heh. I cherish every second I am here with you. And I don’t want to be anywhere else. You complete me. I love you.”
He was completely baffled, it seemed, when the other closed in and came to a halt at his side, not just waiting on him, but even offering him his arm, like he was asking him out on a date.
It almost caused Ryou to smile, if all hell hadn’t broken loose in the back of his brain, so hard that it had to show in his pinched, tortured expression… the volume was sheer intolerable.
He most vividly imagined bludgeoning his head during a fall on the staircase, which seemed to be countered by the possibility of Bakura taking over, which simply caused Ryou to grab Yami’s arm and thus caused deadly, venemous silence between them.
“Sorry..” He said, breathlessly and his eyes wandered towards the other again.
“I haven’t asked, yet… but is there some name which I should call you by?” All he got from the Ring was a low dark growl and his expression ended up almost looking triumphantly…
Bakura could take over at any given moment… but somehow, he didn’t want to do that.. apparently Yami was apretty good Bakura repellent. He suppresed his amused giggle.
Slowly, he’d try to start on their journey down the stIrs.
The second Ryou’s hand hooks around his arm, he could sense the other darkness growing in proximity by the second. That normally has him alert, cautious. But instead of moving away, he encourages the closeness. One so that he can make sure Ryou gets down safe and two so that he can show Bakura he isn’t afraid to get close and neither does he mind it. Simultaneously, he isn’t going after his adversary and his focus is Ryou.
The spirit is known to be cunning, smug, and unapologetic. He appears distant at most and only helps when his friends need it. The shift in his behavior is immense that it even surprises Yuugi in the good way. Yami has always been on the defensive side, never allowing an opponent overthrow him, suspecting and aggressive. But in this very moment his conduct could resemble a courteous prince’s, like in a fairy tale.
When Ryou asked him how to call him, he blinks in mild wonderment. “Ah, everyone refers to me as Yuugi usually even though that’s my partner’s name.” Even his friends. But he assumes just as he referred to the other as Ryou it would be fair if he gave a name to be referred to as in return, more so a nickname. “You can call me Yami.” He says with a smile as he takes the first step down the stairs and waits for the other to follow at his pace.
He let out a breathy chuckle, standing back up on his feet again. He hands the pants to him. “Put them on slowly.” Seto spoke up with a slight growl. “You wearing clothes is quite the turn on for me, especially when they’re the ones you normally wear.”
Though he jests, there was some truth to that. “While we’re at it.. may I apply your makeup today? I have a new eye shadow palette that you’re going to absolutely love.”
Before he began retrieving the eye shadow, he grants him a kiss on the cheek in passerby. The brunet opens a drawer in his vanity to take the golden box out, delivering it to Atem. The eyeshadow had a variety of shadows to choose from. From nightshade purple to shadow black, it would seem that he chose the ones popular to goths and punks.
Reaching in, he gently cups his chin to examine his features. “Hm.. your skin is a beautiful golden brown today. I feel that your lucky color should be a blue-purple..” he tilts Atem’s head to face side. “Slight glitter.. a nice gold foundation with a rosy beige lipstick to complete the look.”
He lifts his head up to have him face the ceiling. “With.. a nice light mascara touch up.”
There’s something about that slight growl that stirs up a ball of excitement in Atem. It’s not even about the pants but the way the words are exerted with the right tone of voice. This pleasant feeling could easily raise the hairs on the back of Atem’s neck. The corner of his lips lifts a centimeter, a coy smile remains and observant eyes follow Seto’s every move.
Atem retrieves the pants but before he could put them on he listens to what Kaiba says next. He’s taken aback the first few seconds as he goes over the question one more time in his head to make sure he heard that right. Seto looked into a makeup palette for him? His mind becomes blank with just that thought but the kiss snaps him out of the little trance. He doesn’t voice a thing but watches the other taking the palette out of a drawer.
In the duration of Seto holding his chin and inspecting his face, the pharaoh blinks, noting every feature on the other’s face in return. But this is more done in an affectionate manner, amethystine-violets searching into ocean blues even while they’re looking elsewhere as Seto speaks. He lets his head be repositioned while he’s thinking about how this man checks out everything he wants in a partner. How their dynamic can shift from something thrilling and challenging to— this. Either way, it makes Atem’s heart race.
“You have a keen eye and dexterous hands, my love. Of course, you may. I like the idea.” The description of it can only make him imagine what the result would be like.
Yugi saw how Atem opened his hand and slid his own into his partner’s obediently. Any point of contact was welcome to him right then. He wasn’t quite sure what had made him so clingy that night, all he knew was he wanted to be near him. It seemed Atem was fine with that too and that his partner just knew what he needed. But then, they’d always been able to communicate with or without words being exchanged between them, hadn’t they?
He doesn’t mind this, not a bit, not at all. He could stay like this until he falls asleep if he needs to. Yuugi is his security, his home, his happiness. So to be here with him, it instantly erases all of his worries. He’s in the now, in this moment. And nothing else matters now than to feel the warmth emitting from Yuugi’s body. With the slightest movement, he tilts his head to delicately place a prolonged kiss on his partner’s temple. He gives his hand a squeeze afterward and nuzzles into him once more.
Atem could tease him if he wanted to and there would be no complaint from him this time. For now, he just settled against his partner, head resting on his shoulder as he sighed happily.
He adjusts his position and they fit into one another like two puzzle pieces. Atem leans his head atop Yuugi’s, so it’s tucked nicely below his chin. He motions a hand to lace their fingers together as he gently brushes the back of Yuugi’s hand with his thumb.
