Pharaoh

The arms were pressed above the head at the most extreme angle, and the joints intersected because of excessive twisting, and there were bursts of pain, which made the king of Egypt focus all his attention on his stinging elbow joints .

The light-brown powerful hand firmly holding his wrist did not intend to relax at all, but he did not dare to struggle. The pain from his shoulder and elbow made him very worried that if he struggled a little, his arm would be in danger of dislocation .

In order to ease the curved arc of the arms that were suppressed above the head, You You had to arch his back as hard as he could, but this made it difficult for him to breathe, and when he lowered his body slightly, his arms felt a tingling pain.

His body was stuck in a difficult position with a slight arch away from the soft bed.

Knowing that he couldn't get rid of this difficult posture with his own strength, the young prince stared dissatisfiedly at the culprit who suppressed him into this state.

He looked bulging because of being aggrieved, and even his already round cheeks were a little bulging, making him look even more chubby.

Although it looked like one couldn't help but want to pinch it, the young Pharaoh didn't see it.

With his eyes closed, his lowered forehead was almost pressed against Yu Yu's cheek.

He just maintained the posture of forcibly suppressing his younger brother, with his eyes closed and his face motionless, as if he was thinking about something.

The slender black eyelashes moved occasionally, giving people a tickling feeling when they brushed against the white cheeks.

Along with the forehead attached to You Yu's cheeks, the pure golden hairs that also hang down on his cheeks still bear the trace of innate sharpness, and a few extremely thin pure golden hairs pierced the corners of You You's eyes faintly. Itching.

When he breathed, the warm breath brushed over the tiny fluff on his white neck, and for some reason brought a shivering feeling that poured into his body.

He stared at Atum for a while, but it was futile because Atum couldn't see at all. The young Wangdi was angry for a while, but his hands were so tightly suppressed that he couldn't move.

Yugi pondered for a while, then simply moved his head vigorously, hitting Atum's forehead with his own.

When the young king of Egypt woke up from his contemplation and slightly raised his head and opened his eyes, what caught his eyes was his younger brother looking at him with displeasure.

Atum snorted, and unceremoniously exerted more force on his hand.

Youyou groaned in pain, and immediately withdrew his angrily staring gaze at Atum. His big ink-stained eyes rolled around, and when they landed on Atum's face, they showed a cautiously ingratiating expression. look.

In a blink of an eye, the king of Egypt, who has learned to assess the situation, said that the current situation is stronger than others, and it doesn't matter if he is soft.

Although the expression of the young king who always doted on his younger brother was still the same, the strength in his hand was relaxed a bit.

Looking at those eyes that were staring longingly at him full of expectation, the boy king pressed the fingertips of his right hand on the corner of the opponent's eyes, light brown fingertips came back and rubbed it a few times, and the crimson pupil bands that fell on the opponent's face There are a few unclear expressions on the face, which suddenly appear darker and darker.

He lowered his head again, which was so close that the tip of his nose touched.

The black-stained pupils looked at him wide open, still clear to the bottom, and he could clearly see his own shadow reflected in the depths of the pupils.

That made him feel a lot better all the time since he saw his younger brother running towards that person without even looking at him.

The slender eyelashes were half down, softening the sharp crimson pupils with traces of light.

His face lowered further, so low that Yugi almost thought he would just kiss like this.

But the lips with quite different colors were already close to the thin distance of only a piece of paper, but they still didn't touch each other.

The young pharaoh kept this posture and did not move, just staring at his brother with those burning pupils.

Hei Liang's pupils, who were still a little confused, turned around nimbly, looking at the crimson eyes staring at him unblinkingly, Yu Yu suddenly came to his senses.

For a moment, he was suddenly dumbfounded.

As for?

He slandered a certain Pharaoh's narrow-mindedness so much, but he still didn't dare to disobey the other party's wishes.

Although the arms are suppressed above the head and cannot move, the head can still move freely, so the meaning of the boy king is obvious.

The young Wang brother obediently raised his head, and took the initiative to put his lips on the young Wang's dark lips with sharp lines that were so close that the distance could hardly be seen.

Kiss, draw back.

Opening his eyes and looking at the bright red pupils that were still staring at him calmly but obviously dissatisfied, Brother Wang had no choice but to raise his chin again.

Kiss again, keep kissing.

Seeing the young Pharaoh's eyes gradually narrowed into slender eyes under his cat-licking kiss, You You breathed a sigh of relief and shrank back.

Although it was only a slight movement of raising the chin, the body was already in a difficult arched posture because the arms were pressed back, and it was even more difficult to breathe when the head was raised.

The boy king unconsciously narrowed his slender crimson pupils to stare at his short-breathing younger brother, and slowly let go of his hand that was pressing on the other's wrist.

He leaned down even more, his arms had just been freed and thought he was really going to kiss him this time, so he subconsciously closed his eyes.

But in the next second, there was a hand on the back of his head, and the other hand on his back pressed him heavily into the arms of the young pharaoh with a strong force.

You Yu opened his eyes slightly in surprise, and beyond the beige neck in front of him, he saw the gorgeous carvings on the roof.

He subconsciously pressed his hands on the light brown arms holding him, and suddenly realized that he had misunderstood, and Atum didn't mean to kiss him, and his face flushed slightly in embarrassment.

But before he could breathe out that embarrassing breath, his body tightly held by Yatum suddenly froze.

"Wang, Brother Wang..."

He stammered and shouted, subconsciously clenched his arms with his hands.

His white fingers sank deeply into the light brown skin, but his body was extremely stiff.

Some kind of sharp thing viciously grabbed his defenseless earlobe, and the sensitive ear magnified the horror brought by the sharpness and hardness to the extreme, making Wang Di can't help but think of his own in the next second. Will the earlobe be torn by that sharp thing?

At this moment, Youyou only felt like a prey caught by the lion king's throat, and he didn't dare to move.

What's more, Atum's whole body was pressed on him, so heavy that he couldn't move at all.

The young pharaoh did not answer his brother's call.

At this moment, his teeth were grinding and gnawing on Brother Wang's soft earlobes unceremoniously and lightly.

Just now, I just saw the slightly red earlobe move slightly for some reason, but it actually caused him to move with some strange emotion. white ears.

Originally, he planned to bite hard and then let go, just like the last time he bit Wang Di's neck, leaving a deep mark.

But when the tip of the tooth fell on the ear, the soft and unbelievably soft feeling completely different from the neck made him subconsciously reduce the force of the bite - it was not so much a bite, but more like rubbing with the tip of the tooth .

He was still hesitating whether to forget it or bite down hard, and suddenly felt the stiff body in his arms for a moment, and a strange emotion suddenly surged up, which made him deliberately lighten the pressure but continued unceremoniously. He bit the ear that was held in his lips, and licked it maliciously.

Brother Wang, who was being held by him, clasped his arm uneasily, but did not dare to struggle.

The soft earlobe, which was white but red at the moment, moved pitifully under his teeth, and trembled slightly.

Yatum suddenly felt an inexplicable jump in his chest, and without thinking about it, he took the last bite and bit down hard.

Unsurprisingly, the young Pharaoh let go of his mouth in satisfaction when he heard the game groan in pain.

He turned his head to look at the game who also turned his head to look at him, and those bright black pupils turned to look at him, with obvious dissatisfaction hidden in the look of silently accusing him of aggrievedness.

The young Pharaoh's mood suddenly improved.

The crimson pupils narrowed once again, and the bright red tone seemed to shine through under the contrast of the black eyelashes.

The thin dark red lips spread out in an extremely sharp and arrogant arc.

"I said, you are allowed to bite back."

The young Pharaoh said so, without even looking at the game, he closed his eyes on his own.

And You You continued to stare at him and continued to accuse him silently with his eyes for a long while, and he couldn't help being stunned when he found that the other party kept his eyes closed and motionless, just breathing evenly.

Is he... asleep?

Just fall asleep on top of yourself?

Doesn't he know he's heavy?——

The short-tempered young king tried his best to push away the guy who was pressing on him. After successfully turning Yatum over half of his body and lying on his side on the bed, he arched his body with great effort. Little by little, half of his body protruded from Yatum's arms.

He paused to catch his breath, then got up on all fours.

Who knew that as soon as Brother Wang propped up his upper body, probably due to the lack of warmth from the pillow, the young king's hand suddenly moved, and then he half-opened his eyes, but he was obviously still in a drowsy sleep. It's hard to even open your eyes.

The half-opened crimson eyes flicked left and right, and landed on You Yu who was about to get up, and he was instantly certain.

Stretching his long arms, he dragged You Yu back and fell back on the bed.

Hug, close your eyes, and continue to sleep.

After working hard for a long time and panting for a long time, but at the last moment it was futile, Brother Wang was so angry that his fair face turned red.

Although very angry, the game did not intend to break free from Atum's arms holding him, because that would definitely wake up Atum.

He wanted Atum to sleep peacefully.

Since the day he was taken into the slave cave, Atum must not have had a good rest.

Then it was connected with the battle with the evil god, all the way back to the capital, and then the battle with Dia.

However, after the battle with Diya last night, Yatum left without any delay to deal with the accumulated government affairs surrounded by those great priests. to the living room...

This kind of strong will really doesn't know what to say to the game, and now he can't bear to wake up Yatum.

The young pharaoh fell into a deep sleep with his eyes closed, his brows stretched out, it was a defenseless face.

It softened the sharp facial lines that were clearly outlined.

Perhaps it was only at this time that the majestic and stern face of the young king revealed a trace of the childishness of a young man who had just grown up.

Huddled in the young king's arms, the younger brother looked up at the handsome face in front of him, and couldn't help reaching out, and poked the light brown cheek with his fingertips.

Seeing that the light brown cheek was pressed down and bounced back by him, but Yatum didn't move, Yuyou went even further and pinched Yatum's cheek with his fingers.

Yu You pinched the cheeks on the light brown face, and rubbed his fingers vigorously, kneading that handsome face into a strange look.

The Pharaoh, who was too tired to sleep, could only let his brother do whatever he wanted with his noble face.

"You, it's better when you don't remember anything."

After enjoying the game, he suddenly remembered the obedient appearance of Atum, who had lost his memory, quietly allowing himself to feed him when he was still in the underground slave farm.

...Although even at that time, it was still so dragging at other times besides feeding...

Thinking about it this way, the fingers rubbing the light brown face pulled the boy king's cheek even harder.

Even so, Brother Wang was still very uneasy, and bared his teeth at the face in front of him that had been rubbed and torn apart and turned into a weird face.

Isn't it just that you are sure that you dare not really bite him?

Thinking so unhappily, Youyou gritted his teeth, rushed up with a burst of anger, opened his mouth and moved towards it.

It was just that the snow-white teeth were about to fall in front of the light-brown cheeks that were completely different in color from it, and then paused hesitantly in the air for a moment.

The king of Egypt, who had a heart but no guts, opened his mouth wide for a long while, but finally closed his mouth and shrank back.

Well, he dared not dare.

Besides, if such an obvious tooth mark was really left on the face of the Pharaoh of Egypt, Seth would definitely come to trouble him immediately and definitely yell at him.

Pharaoh lost face, so did his younger brother, right?

So he made excuses for himself to comfort his younger brother. He didn't know whether he never thought that he could bite Yatum's shoulder or other places covered by clothes to vent his anger, or he avoided it consciously. Another option.

He resentfully lay down again, still half-turning his body.

Looking at the face that was still sleeping, Yu Yu stretched out his hand again, and touched that face that was still young and proud even though it was a bit tired.

His eyes dimmed slightly.

"...Are you angry, brother Wang?"

he said, murmuring.

It seems to be a question sentence, but it is already a self-affirming tone.

He must be angry, after all, he said something like that.

But he was just telling a fact.

The evil god was successfully defeated, and he would naturally be unable to return to the palace after dying with him.

If it fails, it is even more impossible...

If he can't say goodbye and settle everything, then what's the point of his return to the palace this time?

The flickering lights were extinguished, the night shrouded the earth, and everything gradually returned to calm.

……

However, it was a sunny morning the next day.

"Brother Wang!"

The young Pharaoh let the maids around him busy dress him up and turned his head sideways to ignore that. He didn't wake up until a long time ago. At this moment, he was kneeling on the bed and angrily shouting at him impudently. Wangdi.

"What are these, Brother Wang!"

When he woke up, he found that he had fallen into a deep trap, and the Egyptian king raised his hands high towards the young king.

Two jet-black tones engraved with mysterious and complicated runes, which were more like handcuffs than bracelets, were firmly bound on the hands of the Egyptian prince.

The black tones and white wrists present an unusually sharp contrast.

The young Pharaoh continued to ignore his brother's dissatisfied questioning of him. When a maid put on a bright red cloak for him, she turned to one side, and the bright red cloak flew up immediately.

In the next second, the Pharaoh's scarlet cloak was about to walk towards the High Priest Mahat who was quietly waiting at the door, but he was grabbed tightly by the brother Wang who jumped out of the bed.

Brother Wang stepped on the ground with his bare feet, and on his white ankles were clasped two black anklets that were exactly the same as those on his wrists.

"Help me get it off, Brother Wang, you know I hate this kind of thing the most, I will be angry!"

He still has a lot of things to do, the magic power is sealed, so what can he do!

"Your Highness, these are to seal the evil dark power of the evil god, please be patient for a while."

Just as the young prince was holding on to the pharaoh's cloak and refusing to let him go, the great priest Mahat standing at the door smiled wryly and said.

"We will discuss with the high priest as soon as possible a way to seal the evil god without harming you, so no matter what, please..."

The four curse rings used to seal the magic power were made by High Priest Simon with a lot of energy and painstaking efforts. The most important thing is that the most powerful runes blessed by the sun god Ra are imprinted on the inside of the rings.

The high priest hoped to use them to temporarily suppress the power of the evil god and prevent the evil god from taking Wangdi's body, so that he would have more buffer time for him to come up with a solution to everything.

"But I don't like this, open it for me, Wang—"

The second half of the words that hadn't had time to be uttered were abruptly blocked back.

Glancing at Brother Wang's hand holding the corner of his cloak out of the corner of his eye, the young king suddenly turned around and bent down.

The light brown hands firmly held the head of the game and pulled it over, and the Pharaoh's dark red lips pressed against it, and the second half of his brother's sentence before he had time to say it was almost vicious. The descriptive gesture was forced back into the mouth.

A hard kiss ends.

The young king straightened up.

"To shut up."

Said the young pharaoh, with his head held high, he gave orders to his king brother in a voice almost commanding.

"Stay here honestly."

Then, without allowing the other party to refute a single word, the sharp red pupils cast a last glance.

He turned around again and left resolutely, the bright red cloak fluttering endlessly as he strode away.

And brother Wang, who was suddenly attacked a second ago and caused the men holding the red cloak to let go subconsciously, finally came to his senses after being stunned for a while.

He wanted to follow out, but found that the door had been closed tightly, and he couldn't push it open no matter what.

Yugi angrily slammed the door hard.

"This kind of sudden attack is too much, Brother Wang—"

Why was he locked up again——