A/N: Here you go folks, the first of the chapters that were initially gifted to MidnightFox21—thanks partner for letting me use it!
Summary: Mahado is the teacher but he also learns a thing or two…
Disclaimer: I don't own YGO! Cover image used is gifted by eternityvalkyrie at DeviantArt
The scorching sun beat down on the desert plain, warming the vast golden dunes to an unbearable intensity. Within the sandy furnace two figures stood, facing one another; their images distorted by the waves of heat that surrounded them.
"Concentrate, my Pharaoh!" instructed the taller male, his voice rang out calm, clear and encouraging.
"It's easy for you to say, Mahado!" growled his shorter companion, who unlike the serene composed figure in front of him, was panting heavily and sweating profusely. "I can't understand why must we have this lesson here, surely the palace would have sufficed just as well—not to mention cooler!" He wiped the beads of sweat away from his eyes with the back of his hand, praying for Ra to be merciful to his earthly kin and restrain his fiery rays.
"True, we could have had this lesson in the cool sanctuary of the palace but it would not have been effective. I need you to be able to cast spells in dire conditions—learn to focus your attention even when you are under pressure. Now let's try again!"
Mahado, much to Pharaoh Atem's chagrin, was relentless.
Grumbling under his breath, the exhausted monarch uttered a command…
With a huff of annoyance, the exasperated youth tried again…
Nothing happened again!
With a frustrated stamp of his foot, which only served to embed it into the soft sand, he gathered his strength and focused his attention onto the task ahead.
Words were spoken with forcefulness, as if its authoritative tone alone would compel the spell to work—
With a disappointed groan, the spent Pharaoh collapsed face first into the sand.
"Atem!" shouted the spell caster as he hurried through the sandy sea; concern and fear marred his handsome features.
Upon reaching the unresponsive figure, he bent down and tenderly turned his king and childhood friend around, guilty at the paleness of the latter's face under the sunburnt hue.
Gently picking him up and resting him across his lap with the tri-colour head cradled on the crook of his arm, he reached for the water skin.
Pulling out the stop, the priest lifted Atem's head slightly and placed the opening of the container onto the parched lips, tilting it slightly upwards—the water trickled out of its vessel and down Atem's chin. Overwhelmed with panic, Mahado frantically sought to find a solution to make the unconscious male drink.
Finally, taking a swig of water, the former bent his head down and pressed his lips to the latter's mouth, forcing it open with his own. He slowly released the liquid.
After repeating it several times, Atem responded—he pressed his lips firmly onto Mahado's and kissed the surprised man.
Mahado hastily pulled away, his face flushed from either the kiss or the heat. He was rendered speechless.
"Let's return," murmured Atem drowsily, a small grin forming on his face. He knew the reason for Mahado's reddened face…and it had nothing to do with the weather.