Chapter Text
Prompts
- Having different pet names for their different partners.
- Loving to be in the middle while sleeping
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Sleeping in the modern world, he found out, was quite the contrast compared to his previous life.
Bed mattresses were certainly more comfortable, so soft and fluffy, a hard cry compared to the cold and hard table-like couch he went to every night, the crown of the holy Lands growing heavier on his brow as the days went on.
Tentatively, he lays his hand on the mattress beneath him, marvels a little more at the smoothness of the material, when another hand brushes against his. Warm and inviting.
"Like my bed, Your Highness?" Anzu's smile is easy to guess in the dark of the night.
"I love it too, Anzu," Yuugi's sweet voice raises right against Atem's neck. "It's memory foam. We don't have that at the Game shop."
Her hand traces each of Atem's knuckles. Playful. "Aw, that's a shame. It's kinda expensive, but totally worth the price," she mutters, lacing her fingers with his and squeezing them. "One more reason to go sleep at my place more often, don't you say, guys?"
"Can't argue with that, Apricot girl," his partner smiles, his arms taking purchase across the former pharaoh's waist.
" Apricot girl ?" Anzu laughs. "What's that?"
"Oh, I don't know," Yuugi shrugs against Atem’s shoulder. "I just had that nickname in mind for you for a while. It was either that or 'Miss Peach' to honor your digital pet's memory. This one suits you better though."
"Huh. Maybe," Anzu grins, while her other arm reaches for Yuugi's face across the expanse of the bed. Stroking it fondly. "What shall we name you then? Mmh... Hey. You!—" She pokes Atem in his arm. "don't leave me guessing alone here! Any idea? and ‘Aibou’ is out of question, obviously."
"Obviously," Atem parrots playfully. Then making a show of tapping a finger against his lips: "Well, how about Lord of Big Macs ?"
Anzu and Yuugi both snort at that.
Yuugi gasps in mock hurt. "Using my love for fast food against me now, are we?"
"Well, I could also mention Honey Bun, ” he tugs lightly one of the boy’s golden bangs that were dangling on his shoulder. "Or perhaps Pumpkin .” He raises one of his hands and kisses it. “Or, oh! Cupcake," Another kiss. "Sir Cupcake. Seems perfect. I mean, look at this face—" he makes a point of poking his partner in the cheek, and the other smiles, tightening his embrace around his waist. Atem grins.
"Alright, looks like we're finally onto something, gentlemen," Anzu chuckles, hugging Atem's nape of the neck.
He raises a hand to the forearm of the dancer, and caresses it. "Is the extraordinary meeting already over, CEO Apricot?"
"Yup! You may consider the meeting officially adjourned," her smirk feels warm against his neck. "Pharaoh Hot stuff."