• 1-Prologue
• 2-Chapter One (revised again)
• 3-Chapter Two
• 4-Chapter Three
• 5-Chapter Four
• 6-Chapter Five
• 7-Chapter Six
• 8-Chapter Seven
• 9-Chapter Eight
• 10-Chapter Nine
• 11-Chapter Ten
• 12-Chapter Eleven
• 13-Chapter Twelve
• 14-Chapter Thirteen
• 15-Chapter Fourteen
• 16-Chapter Fifteen
• 17-Chapter Sixteen
• 18-Chapter Seventeen
• 19-Epilogue
• 20-Bonus Chapter One
• 21-Bonus Chapter Two

Chapter Eight

Darkness was all around him, oppressing and smothering. He’d grown accustomed to it over the time that he’d spent trapped in it’s shadowed embrace. His sanity was half lost, memories hazy, as though they would flitter away if given the chance, but still he held on.

He was the Pharaoh of Kehmet.

He could not allow himself to become lost. Not when so much was at stake.

“Yugi…” His voice never truly came into existence, swallowed up by the blackness just as the light had been. He knew it was only his shadow magic that held his memories intact, and he was growing weak. If his light did not find him soon, then there was no way for him to hope to recognize him.

“You can choose any gift you like for your birthday.” The voice echoed through the walls of his prison, and he recognized it as his advisor’s. The elderly man had had a happy life it would seem, since he discovered his resting place, but he’d not felt the elderly man’s presence in a long while, he’d almost forgotten Saimun’s name.

“Any one?!” A child’s voice was near, and it rang with such joy and innocence, he could almost believe that light had seeped into his dark prison, but that was only hopeful thinking and wishing.

Saimun chuckled and soon he could sense the boy’s rummaging around. Suddenly, all movement stopped, and above the endless echo of nothingness, he heard the boy’s whispered cry.

“That one, Jii-chan. I want that one.”

Saimun seemed reluctant to move, but after a pause, he felt the once advisor lift him from wherever it was that his puzzle was resting, and he was moved to the small hands of the child.

He gasped.

The child’s presence washed over his numbed mind and he couldn’t help but cry as he realized who was holding him, who had found him at last.

“Yugi… oh Yugi… antyw akhu…” his voice echoed in his own ears, reverberating off of the presence that now filled in the gaps. Finally, he’d found his light half, after so long with out him, after loosing him once, now they were reunited at last, just as he’d said they would be.

“Oh Ra Aibou, how I’ve missed you…”

He listened as the everyday life resumed, small sounds indicating that Yugi was working on solving the puzzle. As each piece fell into place, a little more light filled his cage, and he smiled graciously. After a while though, he realized that Yugi was no longer trying to solve his puzzle. He nearly wept in grief. So close, he was so close and still, he was denied.

He had the impression that night had fallen, and could feel that Yugi was sleeping now. He wanted to see him.

Had to see him.

Needed to see him.

He knew he was too weak, but the remaining power coursing through his spirit was enough for one final move. “What will I lose for seeing you again my light?” He wondered aloud, but received no answer. He knew he should be patient, but after so long, he simply couldn’t handle it any more.

His mind made up, he closed his eyes, forcing his magic to aid him as he tore away from the darkness. His being burned as he appeared in a darkened room, his image shadowed and wispy, proof of his power’s decline. He was wrapped in a simple white wrap, like that of a slaves, though it didn’t quite bother him, for there, laying on the floor, covered by a single blanket, lay the treasure he’d lost so very long ago.

“Yugi…”Even his voice sounded faint, as tears pooled in his eyes. He looked over the small boy, his face so much smaller and younger than he remembered. His crown of tri-colored hair messily spread over his pillow.

With out thinking, he reached out, pulling the sleeping child into his arms, squeezing him close as his tears fell. “At last, ari, antyw akhu. I have found you… dear sweet Yugi…”

The boy made a soft coo in his sleep and he pulled him closer, breathing in his tender smell, the smell of the sea breeze, the smell he’d memorized so long ago. His body felt uncomfortably warm, and he felt his eyes burn with unshed tears. This was no longer a dream, it was real, he was truly holding his precious light in his arms.

His arms tightened of their own accord and he breathed in deeply standing and cradling Yugi’s form close, listening to the sounds of his breath. His memory of why this small act was so important was distant now, faded, and growing dimmer each passing moment.

Who was he again? And why was this child so important to his heart? “Because he is my hikari… and I am his Yami… his Yami…”Crimson eyes blinked sadly, as he finally understood the price he’d pay for his impatience.

His memories.

The images of his life that he’d protected through his magic and power were what he was giving up for this single moment, in which to hold the boy close. “I will not remember you… but I could never forget you… Yugi…”

Hot tears ran down his cheeks, ghostly, and nearly see through now, and the once proud Pharaoh pressed his lips to the boy’s forehead in a loving caress. “I love you… Yugi… my precious light. I love you…”

The boy let out a large breath curling closer to his chest, his tiny hand fisting on his tanned shoulder, and he smiled, gently laying his small love onto the floor. His hand trailing over his back lovingly, glad that nothing marred his skin there, before covering him with a blanket.

The child let out a soft whimper, pulling closer to the pillow beneath his head, and released a soft sigh. He smiled, once more saddened as he found his hand to be but an out line against the boy’s back.

Not much longer now.

Soon, he’d forget everything, and Yugi would have to help him to regain the memories he’d lost. But as he sat, watching Yugi dream, he made a promise to himself, unwittingly weaving a spell with his remaining power.

“I will never forget my love for you… I give you my word.”

A soft gasp drew his attention around, and he blinked, startled by the bright blue eyes that stared into his own crimson. The little girl was dressed in a night dress, her short brown hair mussed with sleep, her pudgy cheeks reddened from her pillow.

He knew this girl.

She had once danced in his palace, and befriended his love, and now she was the steady pillar of friendship once more. A gentle smile graced his regal mouth, as he inclined his head toward her once, in gratitude.

He heard her jump, and rose once more to thank her, but when he opened his mouth, his voice had already left him. “I thank you, Anuksu. Please protect him, until I return…”

The words where never truly voiced, but he knew that somehow, in some way, she understood. He closed his eyes as the last of his strength faded from him, and he awoke in the darkness of his prison, except this time, he could not remember why he was there, nor why he held on.

Crimson eyes flew wide open as Yami flung himself up on the couch, aware for the first time that golden light was seeping in through the window behind him.

A… dream…

Yami breathed in deeply, running a hand through his hair, surprised to find it damp with his perspiration. He made a face, pulling his hand back down to look at it with a curious expression.

His skin was light, compared to what it had once been, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was due to his time in the shadow realm, or whether it was because of the world that he now lived in?

Was that a memory, brought on by Anzu’s story? Yami wondered to himself, dropping his hand to look up and out of the window.

It was bright and sunny.

Completely opposite of his current mood, but wasn’t that how things usually were? Yami tried not to think of it, his mind rolling over the memory-dream, un willing to believe it because of Anzu’s story, and yet, he knew it to be true.

“I’ve always loved him… before I even knew why…” Yami whispered, his expression turning dark with his pain, and he scowled.

“Every thing all right, Yami?” The question caught the spirit off guard and he jerked his eyes up and met the concerned and saddened eyes of Sugoroku Mutou. The deep plumb gaze tired and worried, and Yami had to quickly avert his eyes, his hands curling into tight fists as he glared out across the room.

Was he all right?

Of course not, but then again neither was Sugoroku.

“No… Mutou-san, I am not.” Yami said truthfully for the first time in days, and felt a weight sit beside him as he heard the elderly man’s sigh.

“Neither am I my boy. Neither am I.”

Yami bowed his head lower, and gritted his teeth. How much more could any of them be expected to take? As if hearing his mental question, Sugoroku placed a large hand on Yami’s shoulder, drawing his gaze up and to his own as he asked a question, Yami was unwilling to answer.

“So, what news is there from that Kaiba?”

… obviously I haven’t suffered enough….

Yami cleared his throat, and began the long and painful discussion. Finally having to tell his one time advisor, and now a day, “grandfather,” the deeper truths of his grandson’s predicament. I’ve been acting the coward too long…

^^^^

A harsh grip on his arm woke Yugi from his sleep as he was ungracefully hauled into the air and onto his feet by a large guard. Disoriented for a moment, Yugi looked around the darkened slaves room, noticing the sleeping forms of his comrades in slavery, even though most of the other slaves all but ignored him.

“Huh? What is—“

“Just shut up and follow me, your presence is required.” The gruff and angry voice made Yugi jump a bit, and he rubbed at his chilled arms aware that he’d lost his blanket in the rude wake up. What would Yami want now? It must be pretty late to be so cold… Yugi puzzled over the odd summoning, but hastily made to follow the guard, surprised when they did not follow the usual path to Atemu’s rooms. In fact, they were headed in opposite direction from them.

Yugi knew it would not be to wise to question the guard, to speak out of turn once more, but, at the same time he was wary. Atemu had told him, specifically, not to do anything that he had not commanded of him, and leaving his room in the dead of night to go on some nightly stroll didn’t strike Yugi as a normal command from his other.

“Uh… um… excuse me, but isn’t the pr-aA’s rooms down that way?” Yugi asked turning his upper body to point down the correct path, and was jerked forward by his arm.

Yugi let out a surprised squeak as he lost his balance and had to hop momentarily to regain his footing. He heard the guard grumbling under his breath, sounding disgusted and a bit uneasy, but whether it was for himself or their destination Yugi did not know.

Yugi felt his heart slam into his ribs painfully and he swallowed hard, leaning back and digging his heels into the ground to slow their movement. Something is not right! This… this isn’t safe… Yami!

“Wait, pr-aA told me that I was to attend only to—“

“Shut your mouth slave! It is the pr-aA’s guest that has requested your presence. I doubt the will of the pr-aA would exclude that from his honored one.” The man said in a gruff tone, and Yugi felt his stomach bottom out. It’s Pragus! Oh Kami no! Yami would never… he wouldn’t… A sickening doubt entered Yugi’s mind at the memory of being forced to perform before the Romans, and Yugi felt his eyes water. Atemu had made him dance then, what would stop him from sending him out now? … No! Yami would never have done something like this! Yami! Yami! Help!

A large wooden door came into view and Yugi felt his legs buckled and try to give out on him. Another harsh tug brought him to the door. Out of the corner of his eye, Yugi thought he saw Jonouchi, but wasn’t certain as the door opened and the tall Roman filled the entry.

“Ah, I see you have brought him. My thanks to the pr-aA for his hospitality.” The man’s voice was like thick molasses, syrupy-sweet, and yet sickly thick with evil.

The guard merely bowed and shoved Yugi into the room. He fell hard on his palms and knees, but quickly jumped to his feet in the next moment, not wishing to be trapped in any sort of weakened position.

Pragus smirked, his eyes roaming over Yugi’s form as if he knew what he looked like with out his skirt and boxers on. Yugi glared, trying not to cover his already clothed, lower body with his hands.

“That will be all.” He said smugly, as though he was the one who owned the palace and the guards. Yugi’s scowl deepened as the door shut behind him and tensed, preparing himself to run, dodge and fight if necessary.

The Roman looked him over a final time before turning away and walking toward his bed.

Yugi took three steps back.

“I need your assistance boy, in removing my armor.” The comment was made off-handedly, but Yugi understood the underlay of those words perfectly. Yeah… help my ass. You just want me to undress you, you sick bastard…

“I’m sorry to disappoint, but I only do such things for the pr-aA.” Yugi said with a glare, no longer bothering with formalities. If he was going to fight for his virginity, he was not going to play nice.

Pragus seemed to be amused by Yugi’s rudeness, as he turned to smirk at him, his eyes dark with a look that could only be called lustful. It caused a violent shiver to run down Yugi’s spine, and his skin crawled in discomfort.

“Well then, I guess you should get a move on since he has given me you as an assistant.” Pragus said haughtily.

Yugi paled. “No he didn’t.” Yugi said, his voice barely above a whisper as his entire form trembled in denial. No… Yami would never…. Yami would… Yugi’s breath caught in his chest as his mind froze over. Yami may never do so… but what about Atemu?

Yugi hadn’t been aware of how heavily he’d been depending upon Atemu, and how desperately he tried to see Yami in his place until that moment. A scared whimper escaped his lips, and Pragus’s smile grew. The large tan hands reached up to unclasp the chest armor as he took a heavy step toward Yugi. The small duelist fumbled and scurried backward, turning to place a large pillar between them.

“S—stay back!” Yugi cried out, his voice showing less strength than he would have liked, and he heard the burly man laugh, and the rustle of leather as his “armor skirt” was removed.

“So demanding, little one… I shall enjoy you very much.”

“Don’t call me that! Yaro no hentai!” Yugi screamed, reverting back to Japanese when the man lunged around the pillar forcing Yugi to dive to the opposite end running and sliding beneath the bed to the other side, quickly regaining his footing when he heard the others fast approach. Atemu and Yami were the only ones allowed to call him that. Pragus had no right, none what so ever.

“That was cute, what was it? Your home language perhaps?” Pragus sneered and Yugi found himself breathing faster in fear as the man, now only robed in a long shirt-type tunic, feinted to one side hoping to startle Yugi into flight. To bad I’m used to Bakura’s insane games of tag… Yugi thought smugly, suddenly glad for the tomb robber’s insane mind and nerve games.

“Yami will come… Yami will come…” Yugi whispered under his breath, not careing that his Japanese probably was turning the deranged man on further, and shuddered once more when the leering eyes looked him over thoughtfully.

“You are so soft little Yugi… tell me, has the Pharaoh had a taste of you yet? Or will I be the first to partake of you?” Pragus asked.

Yugi reached behind him, grabbing the first thing he could, which happened to be a candle holder, and he glared, reverting back to hieratic. “You won’t touch me.”

Pragus raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. “And why not?”

Because… Yami will kill you… Yugi thought remembering when he’d first met his dark, and had held witness to the deadliness of the shadow games to those who dared to trespass into his soul. “Because…” Yugi whispered, gripping the golden candle holder tight, “… Ore wa Yugioh. Teme wa … oji-ji no kuzu!” Yugi spit out, throwing the candle holder at Pragus, and then dove for the door his heart pounding.

He knew that his weapon had never even surprised the Roman, he’d seen the burly man catch the golden item with ease, and heard the man’s foot steps as he gave chase. Kami –sama! Onegai! Taskete ore! Yugi cried out, as a firm hand grabbed his shoulder yanking him back.

Yugi let out a harsh scream, immediately struggling and moved to bite the hand that was trying to restrain him, when a loud voice bellowed into the room, stalling all movement.

“Pragus!” Yugi’s heart soared, and he turned watering eyes to the form of Atemu, half sobbing with relief. Yami! Yami… oh thank Kami…

The hand on Yugi’s shoulder relented and Yugi bolted from the barely clothed man, to burry himself in Atemu’s cape, hiding behind his back, sinking into the soft fabric, his head resting on the firm spine of his other, the spicy smell of his oils and the clinging scent of sand filling Yugi’s senses. I’m safe… he came… Yami came… I knew he would… I knew he would never…. Yugi’s hands lifted to grip the fabric of Atemu’s tunic in his hands as the shock of everything set in and he began to tremble uncontrollably.

“My personal servant is needed by myself. I shall send you your own. Please refrain from requesting mine from now on.” Atemu said, his voice sounding clipped and angered. Yugi shivered pressing closer to the man in front of him , closing his eyes and remembering the safe comfort, Yami had always brought to him. He didn’t send me to him… Yami didn’t do it… Yugi sighed, feeling suddenly very tired, and foolish for his uncertainty of Atemu’s faithfulness.

“My apologies, Pharaoh, it will not happen again.” Pragus said, his tone light and almost jovial. Yugi felt like vomiting at the sound of it. It was all just a game to that sick fuck. His virginity, rape, and defilation was nothing but a game to him!

Yugi felt Atemu stiffen at the tone, and wondered how long the shadow game would be for a moment, before he felt Atemu turn to leave, his strong hand reaching back to hold Yugi’s in a reassuring grip.

Nothing was going to happen.

That’s right… we aren’t back home… we’re in Egypt… and Yami needs his approval to save everyone… of course he wouldn’t mind crush him… Yugi was half frightened of himself when the thought left him partially saddened. He’d wanted Pragus to hurt, and that disturbed Yugi the most.

“Oh, Pharaoh, not to be rude, but I much enjoyed your slave’s performance at the meal. If it’s not to much to ask I would much like to see him dance again tomorrow.”

Yugi felt his lungs freeze at the request and he shook his head no, pleading with any god that may be there that Atemu would not agree, but the gods seemed to find his suffering amusing and after a tense pause, Atemu nodded his head with an affirmative grunt.

Yugi almost kicked him.

“Just remember, that he is not yours to touch.” Atemu said sternly, and Yugi jumped, feeling his face flush a dark red at the possessive quality that it held, and suddenly was reminded of Pragus’s question.

“Has the Pharaoh had a taste of you yet?”

Yugi shuddered at the implication, wondering if perhaps Atemu indeed felt the same as Pragus did. The dreams… in my dreams about Yami… Yugi sucked in a deep breath, his mind blanking out for a moment, missing Pragus’s reply to Atemu’s statement, recalling the dream he’d had before the mess had begun.

Silk sheets clung to his damp and heated skin, as warm hands smoothed up and over his sides holding his hips daringly, fingers biting into skin as the hips of the owner of those hands, held pale thin legs spread wide.

His member was buried deep inside of him, thick and hot, and Yugi was incapable of movement, his mind lost in the heated passion and pleasurable pain that engulfed his body completely. He shook, as the other pressed low against him, sliding out of his tight opening just a little, and Yugi moaned, arching his back and lips moved to claim his sensitized neck.

A bolt of tingling longing ran from the contact point to his skull and then down through his shoulder and back, forcing a whimper of need from him, and the man atop of him smiled, lips skimming over the sweaty flesh, teeth nipping him gently as he moved to whisper into Yugi’s ear, his voice husky with lust and desire.

“biAw, Akhu… antyw akhu biAw… ntk nt wi… nDS mrwt…”The lips brushed by his earlobe, pausing to suckle the skin on the appendage lovingly, moaning as he pressed his tanned body to Yugi’s, shifting and pumping gently inside of his body.

Yugi cried out, feeling the friction deep inside, as he was filled by his lover’s gentle rocking. His insides stretching to hold the other’s large size, and he gasped, eyes opening wide and holding passionate crimson, as the regal face moved to capture his lips, a smooth tongue sliding in to taste him. The body began to move more purposefully now, pulling back so that Yugi could feel the slip of those sweaty hips on his thighs as the member inside of him slipped out. Then, with a sharp jerk, he was sliding in once more, filling Yugi and creating a friction that he desired.

Lips parted and Yugi heard his name, whispered lovingly between them as his lover slammed back into him, causing Yugi’s body to bounce slightly.

“Ah!” Yugi cried out, his mind going blank, as that heated mouth moved back to his ear, whispering huskily into it, “Call my name sweet one…”

“pr-aA…”

His lover groaned, pumping into him several times, his hand holding Yugi’s hips prisoner in his grip. “No… my name… Yugi… my name…”

“Yami.” Yugi sighed, lovingly starting to tremble at not being free to press himself down onto his moving partner. He felt the body above his own fall back atop of him, the thrusts becoming less loving and more frantic and bruising.

Yugi was crying out as his prostate was hit each time and he writhed on the bed beneath the man above, and once more the other grunted out his demand, his breath hot on Yugi’s ear. “Say my name… Akhu…”

He slammed in hard, and Yugi bucked off the bed, arms and legs twining around the other’s form in desperation as he cried into the dark room, the name that his other desired to hear most.

“Atemu!”

Yugi jerked back to reality when Atemu began to walk from the room, and nearly fell down when his legs forgot how to function. Oh shit! I was dreaming about… about… no! He… Yami… they…

“Are you all right Yugi?” Atemu’s curt question was muffled by the cape that covered him and Yugi jumped at it’s suppressed anger and concern.

“Y—Yes… Ate—Yami…”Yugi chocked on the name, feeling his face heat at the thought of voicing the name he’d bellowed in his sleep that night that everything had began. If Atemu noticed his slip, he didn’t say anything, and for that Yugi was grateful.

When Atemu had stopped walking, Yugi slowly moved from under his cape, and instantly recognized the room he stood in, and felt his heart flutter in light fear and anticipation. I am not gay! Yami is not after my virginity… and… and… that dream is nothing! Means nothing!

“Yugi, from now on I want you to stay in my quarters.”

“What?” Yugi squeaked out, pulling his arms to his chest, feeling his heart race and watched as Atemu turned to face him, his expression harsh for a moment before smoothing out into a look of kindness.

“Calm yourself little one.” Atemu said, as he moved forward, placing a friendly hand on Yugi’s shoulder, and doing nothing else. “I meant for you to stay here so that Pragus can not get to you. You can use that as your own bed, so do not fear me. I am your kkwy, remember? As you are my akhu, my ari. I will not harm you. You know this.” Atemu said carefully, and Yugi flushed, feeling stupid when he found the harem pillows that lined the wall nearest the washroom. It was a bed made for the pharaoh’s harem or chosen pleasure slave of the evening, but it looked as though it had yet to be touched by anyone, and from the blankets that had been piled onto it, Yugi had a hard time believing that Atemu had any plans of taking his innocence on it. How silly of me… it was just a dream… like Yami said before…

Yugi smiled and nodded once. “Yes. I do. Sorry—“

“Do not be, it is natural to react in such a manner after…” Atemu broke off and turned, adding yet another blanket to the bed Yugi would now use as his own. The action seemed out of place for the Pharaoh, and yet, to Yugi, it was almost natural.

It was what Yami would do.

“Thank you, Yami.” Yugi said, giving a small smile of gratitude as he walked over to the bed to look down on it. Atemu moved away a moment later, his cape dropping from his shoulders to pile carelessly on the floor, before he crawled into his own bed, and it was then that Yugi realized that he was not wearing his golden jewelry, meaning that he’d been sleeping prior to rescuing him.

“Uh… Yami?” Yugi asked, now situated under the blankets, finding the pillows to be unexpectedly comfortable.

The lump on the bed shifted with a soft grunt. “Yes, Yugi?” Yugi smiled, Atemu sounded tired.

“I was just wondering… how did you know I was in trouble?”

There was a pause, long enough for Yugi to think that perhaps Atemu had fallen asleep on him, before the Pharaoh finally answered.

“Jonoh came and woke me. He’d seen you being dragged into the room, and knew that I would not allow that.” It was a statement of fact, with no emotion tied to it, but Yugi knew what it meant, and wasn’t sure if he should feel surprised, concerned, or happy.

“Oh.” Yugi said, knowing that he’d have to thank the guard when he next saw him. If he doesn’t try to kill me first… I wonder if he’s still angry with me?

“You ready to sleep now?” Atemu asked, sounding almost gentle, and Yugi turned to find that he’d sat up in his bed and was looking a him. Yugi locked eyes with Atemu’s crimson, and felt a shiver pass over his spine.

Atemu was bare chested. It really should not have surprised Yugi, considering that Atemu most likely slept naked, pajama’s not really having a purpose in this era as of yet.

Especially not for the Pharaoh.

All the same, the broad chest of carmled honey, glowing dimly in the moonlight, brought back, just a few too many memories of that skin, coated in sweat, and those burning eyes tainted with fiery lust.

Yami had the most intriguing eyes. Like fire, they held a deep danger, but could provide warmth and security, and like blood, they held passion and courage; strength. Yugi had always loved his dark’s eyes, they’d always been his pillar of strength.

And now, his wet dreams.

“Yes, thank you, Yami. Night.” Yugi said, laying back against the pillows and snuggling down with a sigh, for the first time since staying with Anuksu, comfortable and warm, and desperately trying to shove all his embarrassment away.

“Good night, Akhu.” Atemu whispered, and Yugi felt his cheeks heat. I really need to stop thinking on that dream. I’m not gay, nor is Yami… we are completely non-queer… so just stop thinking about it. Yugi thought to himself, quickly evading all thoughts on the real gay pedophile in the room down the hall.

He’d take dreams of his Yami over nightmares of that freak any day.

^^^^

The room was warm and well lit with the light of day, and Yugi shifted restlessly, wanting to enjoy the bright sunlight, for once, having had a good night’s sleep, and yet, extremely uncomfortable with being where he was.

“Anuksu…” Yugi whined lightly at the girl who was currently speaking with the hunch-backed, seamstress on what colors would fit best, and bring out his odd attributes.

“What?” The girl inquired, lifting her head to regard him. Her blue eyes bright with a kind of sisterly love. Yugi dug his toe into the ground, staring at the rug he was currently placed on. Different shades of purple and blue silks draped over his shoulders.

“Do I really have to do this?” Yugi asked, wanting the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“What? Yugi,” the girl trailed off, turning to the woman and handing back the mass of what looked like silver fabric to the woman, before facing him. “Yugi, if you are going to dance with us, you’ll need your own attire. Besides, pr-aA, insisted himself. Look, he’s even paying for the clothes and the other accessories.” Anuksu said gently with a smile, though her look could only be described as shopping madness.

“Accessories?” Yugi groaned, not liking the predicament at all, and the girl giggled a bit as she turned away once more. This is not happening… Yugi moaned in his mind, but outwardly, he only sighed.

“I think the lavender and light blue would fit him best… trimmed with silver. It would bring attention to his pale complexion, and his eyes.” Anuksu chattered aimlessly, completely ignoring the currently panicking boy. She’s turning me into a girl! And picking out royal colors to boot! Lavender? I’m going to get arrested again! Damn Pragus, I hate Romans… when I get home… when I…

In an instant his humorous anger had left, and in its wake a cold nothingness took hold.

Yugi swallowed back his sudden pain and fear that he may never return home again, concentrating instead, on the way the sun drifted across the woven fabric of his little carpet. The way the shadows leapt to life on one side but withered into nothing on the other, the bright contrast in colors, that seemed almost out of place in such a time and era. It almost reminded him of the rug in the kitchen of his home.

Grandpa always hated that rug… thought it looked too much like a dyed rat. A remorseful smile lifted Yugi’s lips as he remembered the way his grandfather had complained. It had always made him laugh when he was younger. Always made him forget why it was never thrown out, and why, when he was such a small child he used to lay upon it and breath in deeply, trying to remember…

“All right, we’ll be back for the clothes then. Come Yugi… Yugi?” Anuksu said, turning to grip his arm, and Yugi jerked his eyes up to meet her own. Yugi watched as her looked changed from joy to concern, then to pity. “What’s wrong Yugi?”

Yugi jumped at the last emotion, before quickly laughing, rubbing at his eyes in an attempt to hide his sorrow. “Nothing, I just got some sun in my eyes.” Yugi lied, showing a chipper smile, making sure that his eyes stayed closed for the duration of it.

Anuksu seemed momentarily unconvinced, and raised an eyebrow at him when he’d opened his eyes again. Her look was like that of Anzu’s, the one that said without words, you either tell me what your hiding or else.

Yugi giggled nervously. Damn… this really must be Anzu’s past self… “Heh heh… wasn’t there… uh, some… accessories we needed to get? Anuksu?” Yugi tried, and immediately, the girl’s mood shifted.

“Right! Come on Yugi, with what he have left, we can really get you the quality goods!” Anuksu grinned, dragging Yugi from the seamstress’ home and back out and onto the busy street.

He was a half glad, and half saddened by the fact that Anuksu’s attention could be distracted so easily, and had to wonder if perhaps, she was acting so flighty because she knew that he didn’t really want to talk about it.

Whatever the reason was, they left the house with the many different cloth and silk, and entered the bustling streets of the town.

The noise and the sights, reminded Yugi of his first day there, when he’d been captured by Jonoh, except this time, he wasn’t carrying loads of things. Nope, this time, it was some poor guard whom Atemu had sent with them on their excursion.

He was short for an Egyptian, but stout, and had broad shoulders. He looked like a man one would not wish to get in a fight with. Yugi couldn’t recall his name, though he was sure it started with a “Tu”.

“That one there. See, Yugi? It would match your outfit splendidly, and with the quality of that, you’ll chime like the desert breeze.” Anuksu said excitedly, and the vendor of the chain of small, silver , plates shook the tiny crafted piece and the plates knocked together creating a soft ring, like a very high pitched bell.

Yugi looked at it in amazement. The sound was numbing, and made his arm hairs raise. It truly was a magnificent work of art, and probably worth more than his life.

“Sugoui…” Yugi breathed out, his fingers itching to touch it.

“We’ll take that one, and…. Those slippers if you don’t mind.” Anuksu said with an athoritive ring to her tone, and brought Yugi back to the present as she handed over the large sum of money, only then realizing that the shoes she purchased where tiny and golden, and though he was indeed small, his feet were anything but dainty.

“Uh… Anuksu…” Yugi asked, looking pointedly at the shoes when she turned back to him. She glanced between him and the object in question before grinning wildly, and leaning down close, to whisper in his ear. So that Tu-kun, as Yugi had decided to call him, would not hear, he was sure.

“Well, what’s the harm in picking up a few items for myself? After all, when the pr-aA is paying…”

Yugi started to laugh. Anuksu… Anzu…. There really is no difference. Anuksu winked at him, and then dragged him off again as quickly as that, leaving Tu-kun to pick up the weight of their bought items.

^^^^

It was high noon, and the sun was pouring into the throne room, heating it uncomfortably. The sandstone flooring was almost too hot to walk upon, and Atemu was partially grateful that he wore his shoes everywhere but in his own rooms. The last of his council had left for the afternoon, driven out by the sun and the heat, and the Roman’s seemed to find the shade of their rooms to be much more inviting than the scorching sun of his lands.

Would have thought that they would be out wrecking havoc upon my people by now. Perhaps I was mistaken. Atemu thought to himself distantly.

With the thought of the Roman’s came the memory from early that morning, and Atemu scowled. He’d not expected Pragus to attempt such a fool hearty move after he’d said that Yugi was his special slave, a gift, and was obviously precious to him. Another scowl marred his features and he sunk lower in his throne with a groan. The man’s excuse had been about as bad as the sight Atemu had found when he’d thrown the door open and found Yugi trapped in the other man’s arms, face curled in panic and fear.

The lords share their pleasurable company with guests in Rome? Somehow, I doubt that. Atemu thought testily, his fists clenching tighter by the moment.

The treaty had been discussed, though not in formal detail, and both sides seemed to be unable to agree on certain aspects of the document. A heavy sigh escaped Atemu’s lips and he rubbed his hand over his face in an attempt to push his head ache away.

He should have been in his study, but the thought of looking over the documents that only seemed to show more problems, didn’t sound so appealing at the moment. So much needed to be done, and he had little to no time to complete it.

The soft sound of a door being pushed open, brought Atemu’s attention to the intruder. He was half tempted to pick a fight with whoever had walked in, and mentally hoped that it was Seth who’d entered the room. His cousin could be quite rude and cold, and a bit of a stickler—much more so than Saimun—but he was a good friend, one that was easily prodded into a fight, and that was exactly what Atemu needed at the moment.

“Sorry, that seamstress kept nagging me on proper attire.” Yugi said with a shrug as he came into the room in his servant’s attire, the large fan trailing behind him.

Atemu blinked, surprised that he’d not even noticed Yugi’s absence for most of the morning, though now that he was back, Atemu felt a weight lift from his shoulders.

“That’s fine. Did you find all that you needed then?” Atemu asked, sitting up more straightly when Yugi approached him, the wide smile on Yugi’s face infectious.

“Yeah, took forever though. Anuksu wanted to find the most expensive stuff, and then she made me show her my part of the dance over and over again.” Yugi said, grabbing his head as if he was extremely put out. A smirk lifted the features of Atemu’s face as he watched Yugi retell his day, the whole purpose of his bringing a fan along, forgotten. “Then, the stupid seamstress tried to get me into another skirt! I mean, come on!” Yugi complained, and Atemu outright laughed. The whole ordeal with the skirt was still a bit of a mystery to him, but he had gotten the idea that in Yugi’s era the wraps and robes were considered un-masculine, and Yugi took offence to being placed in one.

“So, the dancers have added in your part?” Atemu asked, as a way to distract Yugi from his clothing problem. Yugi stopped pouting at him, and jumped up, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Oh, no, they put together a whole new routine for me. Well, so, their part is basically the same, only a few moderations. But mine is all new!” Yugi beamed, proud of his role for the moment, and Atemu had to wonder if his excitement was all a front so that he wouldn’t feel so guilty for making Yugi do this, or if Yugi had simply forgotten just who he was performing for. “Yami?”

“Hmm?” Atemu asked, meeting Yugi’s eyes with a soft look, deciding that whatever the reason was behind Yugi’s joy, it wasn’t important.

Yugi was slightly pink, and the blush gave his ears a bright hue and traveled down to his navel. Atemu traced the blush with his eyes with a smile, finding Yugi to be quite adorable when he was like this. Yugi was fiddling with the fan, as if he was nervous of asking a question. “What is it, antyw akhu?” At his words Yugi’s blush grew darker, and Atemu chuckled lightly at the sight.

Yugi gave a soft pout, and crossed his arms. “It’s not funny, Yami!” The expression on Yugi’s face, reminded Atemu of Saimun, when he had not been listening to the court again. It caused him to chuckle more. Yugi then stomped an impatient foot with a scowl. “Baka…”

“What did you call me, little one?” Atemu asked, surprisingly at ease with Yugi’s odd language. It had become something he expected to hear from the smaller teen when he was aggravated, and Yami held it close to his heart, that Yugi felt comfortable enough to speak to him with such ease.

“Nani demo nai.” Yugi said, whipping his head to the other side, picking up the forgotten fan and using it to cool Atemu down. The Pharaoh, made a face.

I really need him to teach me his language… or at least some common phrases… Atemu thought with a roll of his eyes.

“What was it, that you wanted to say or ask of me, akhu?” Atemu asked after a moment, tempted to grab the fan from Yugi’s hands as it gave the youth something to concentrate on besides him. Yugi flushed again, and Atemu smirked, but held back his laugh, waiting for Yugi to answer.

“Um… I’m a … a bit nervous… about performing … tonight. And…” A darker shade of red colored his gentle cheeks, and he stopped the fanning motion, his hands starting to fidget instead. “… I was wondering if… you would…” Yugi’s head bent down low, and his words came out as hardly more than a whisper as he finished. “… watch me practice?”

Atemu blinked, surprised that Yugi would be so hesitant to ask something so little.

Why would he ask this of me in the first place? I am no dance master… Yami examined the hopeful stance of the one before him, and felt a true smile lift his features. It was just the way Yugi was. He wanted his guardian’s approval of his movements, and his friend’s support. Both were foreign to Atemu, none-the-less, he was willing to try for Yugi.

He can’t be good for my sanity… next thing I know I’ll be getting along with Bakura…

“That would not be a problem. Show me.” Atemu said, reaching out to pat Yugi’s head gently. He seemed to be compelled to comfort and be kind to Yugi and assumed that it was because he was his protector by the will of the gods.

Yugi looked up, seemingly shocked, but the look quickly faded to one of joy, as he dropped the fan and moved to the center of the room, chattering idly. It brought an amused smile to Atemu’s face as Yugi explained how the other’s where set up and what they would be doing. He really was like a child, soft, small, and innocent beyond comprehension, and even as Yugi began his dance—his body moving and arching in erotic motions—it seemed nothing more than a dance. Atemu smiled, pride filling him as Yugi nimbly executed a low back flip, rising to his feet swiftly to continue the dance, his face now calm with the memory of the beat he’d be following.

He has a cunning mind… and is very agile… he would be a dangerous opponent to have. I wonder if he knows this? Atemu thought, sinking back into his seat to watch the remainder of Yugi’s dance.

It, like so many other moments Atemu was starting to find important to himself, was interrupted as Seth stormed into the throne room. Yugi jumped and turned, on guard for who ever had entered. Atemu wondered for a moment, if that was a reaction brought on by his encounter with Pragus. Intense dislike surfaced for the man, and Atemu clenched his fists, anger resurfacing.

“What is it Seth?” Atemu asked, taking note that Yugi was gaping open mouthed at his high priest, looking as though he’d just seen a ghost.

Seth ignored Yugi’s presence, and bowed before Atemu slightly, before rising with the perpetual scowl of his. As always, his news was not good. “It seems that our… guests are blocking the trade route, and causing a bit of a disturbance. What should we do?” Seth asked, and from the way he held the millennium rod, Atemu had a good clue as to what his idea was.

No… we can’t send them to the shadow realm… the last thing Kehmet needs is another war with Rome. He gave a heavy sigh, feeling weighed down once more. “Bring Pragus here, perhaps I can get him to control his men.”

Seth seemed to dislike the idea as much as Atemu did, and Atemu smiled inwardly at his cousin, dismissing him. “Yugi, I want you up here by my side.”

Yugi nodded, watching Seth like a hawk as he picked up his forgotten fan and returned to his side to complete his duties. Seth gave him an odd look, and Atemu realized that he had just called his slave by name. Internally he grimaced, knowing that his dear old cousin was going to have a joyous time asking him questions about his newest obsession, then questioning his skills as a ruler. Just the usual joys that came with ruling Kehmet.

^^^^

The soft fabrics felt good on his skin, and had he not been so nervous, Yugi would have enjoyed the texture more, but as it was, all Yugi could think about was how sick his stomach felt. Doesn’t help that I had to witness Yami talk political with Prego-man. Yugi thought. The crude nickname for his assailant was pun off of the spaghetti sauce that he personally didn’t care for. Yugi figured that since he couldn’t have Yami blast his dirty butt to the shadow realm, he’d find other ways to stop fearing the man. Spaghetti sauce certainly wasn’t worth fearing.

“Yugi stop fidgeting, and let me finish.” Anuksu sounded more than annoyed with him as she desperately applied the make up and last of his outfit.

“Gomen ne…” Yugi whispered, and Anuksu stopped, giving him an exasperated look. “Oh, sorry, Anuksu… I forgot.” Yugi said with a blush looking away. I have to remember that this is not Anzu… and Yami’s the only one that doesn’t seem to mind my speaking in Japanese… again he sighed, and Anuksu lightly smacked his shoulder, for once again interrupting her.

“What’s the matter with you?” Anuksu asked, finally putting away her stuff and leaving Yugi alone. “You aren’t nervous are you?”

“Well, I’ve never done this before… I prefer gaming to physical sports…” Yugi muttered, looking out the window at the setting sun. Another day gone… Grandpa… everyone…. Yami. I Hope you’re all fine…

Yugi felt another pang of homesickness, and wrapped his arms around his middle. It wouldn’t be so hard if he knew why he was back here in Ancient Egypt. If he knew that, he would have a goal to focus on, something to work towards so that he could return home, but there was nothing.

“Stop being so moody, everything will be fine. And I’m certain that once things calm down, and the treaty is signed, the pr-aA will do all in his power to return you to you’re far away home.” Anuksu smiled, and patted Yugi’s back, and he felt a little lighter at the comfort. That’s right… I’m not alone. I have my friends with me, in my heart, and Anuksu… and… Yami. Yugi returned the smile, looking down at his hand, remembering the smiley face that had been drawn there, and drew strength from it. Well, I seem to have run into everyone here… Anuksu, Jonoh, Saimun, and now Kaiba… er… Seth. Even if they don’t know me, they’re still here. I just have to believe in their friendship. Yugi giggled, amused that he was starting to sound like Anzu.

“I was serious you Xrd! Stop laughing at me.” Anuksu shoved Yugi, good naturedly and received another laugh from Yugi.

“I know! I know, thanks, Anuksu.” Yugi giggled, feeling better, stronger, more in control.

“You are welcome, Yugi.” Anuksu seemed to think for a moment before turning quickly to Yugi, with excitement in her gaze. “What did you do with your other… clothes.” Her refusal to call his school uniform clothing, sparked a flare of indignation, but Yugi shoved it off, standing up.

“Well, I did have it hidden in the servants quarters, but because Yami wants me in his rooms now, I took them out, and hid them under the pillows of my …. bed.” Yugi explained, unsure of what to call his sleeping place. It was a bunch of pillows and blankets, not exactly a bed, but Yugi didn’t want to sound like he was complaining, and the thought of calling it the harem’s bed, brought up too many reminders of his dreams.

“I have an idea.” Anuksu whispered, and Yugi paled, not liking the sound of that. Yugi was promptly dragged down the halls and up to Yami’s rooms, where he was shoved inside. “I can’t go in there, so you have to. Bring out that neck thing you came here in.”

Yugi gave her a funny look, but made his way to his ‘bed.’ Shifting under the many pillows he dug up his collar. The neck belt shone in the fading light, and Yugi held it a bit more tightly, before turning and running out.

Dinner would be starting soon, and then… I’ll have to dance… Yugi blushed, realizing that he really only wanted to dance for his dark, and handed the neck belt to Anuksu as a form of distraction. I just want his approval that’s all… I’m not hoping to get a rise out of him with my… suggestive… dancing… ARG! I am NOT gay!

“Perfect!” Anuksu all but squealed and Yugi smiled, reminded again of his crush back home.

“Why did you want that?” Yugi asked, inwardly hoping she wasn’t planning to keep it. His fears were laid to rest when Anuksu leaned forward, her golden colored, bikini-like, top, showing more of her cleavage, forcing Yugi to look away, as she slipped his neck belt around his throat and after a moment, secured it in place.

“There, now you look perfect.” Yugi blinked, and touched the collar, feeling a little more comfortable, though he was still practically naked.

“What do you mean, Anuksu?”

The girl winked and ruffled his hair. Yugi pouted, wondering if Anzu saw him as just a cute little kid as well, before she answered. “Now you can have your family with you while you perform.”

An odd warmth filled his chest, and brought stinging tears to his eyes. Yugi smiled, and tried not to smudge his make up, while holding the tears back. “Thank you. Thank you Anuksu.” Yugi whispered, and the girl smiled, wrapping her arm around him casually.

“If you really want to thank me, don’t screw up the dance.”

Yugi giggled.

“Sure Anuksu.”

^^^^

Once again the dinning hall was filled with voices and noise as the evening meal was shared. The great sun had fallen behind the sand to be devoured by the giant beetle of night, now the halls were lit by torches that flickered and crackled in the growing darkness, illuminating the room with a shadowed glow.

Atemu watched it all in boredom, annoyed with the rambunctious way Pragus’ men were acting. They were a tiresome bunch, and seemed to enjoy pushing people around. He had to wonder if it was not due to their leader.

Said leader, was again by his side silently eating, and Atemu stifled a glare that rose to his face. He could still remember the lustful way he’d eyed Yugi as they had discussed the problem of his men. It had been solved quickly and simply, but still, the discussion had been one of Atemu’s most hated, and it was all due to that man.

Why does he wish to take Yugi? There are other options here to choose from. Any many willing victims for his needs. So why go after Yugi? Atemu couldn’t understand why the other would lust for his small light. Sure his innocence, and exotic look, were endearing and cute, but sensual? Atemu shook his head.

Perhaps it is because Yugi looks younger than he is… Atemu’s attention drew to the hall, where Anuksu was looking in from around the doors edge. Atemu smiled, and clapped his hands ordering the music to pick up.

Silence donned in the room as the sultry tune began. It was slow, like the morning, and whispered secrets like the wind, and the dancers came in with it, moving instinctually with the sound, as if they were the sand that the wind picked up.

The girls were clumped together, and blocked Yugi from sight, as they took up their position in the center. They formed a ring of gold and sand around the small kneeling form in the center. From Yugi’s earlier practice, Atemu knew that the center person was the small teen. The dancers where wrapped in their usual attire, their colors for once the same—hair and faces covered by a scarf—sunlight and sand, creating a deep contrast with the blue, and silver robed Yugi in the center.

His multi-colored hair, pinkish red, black and gold, looking like the multitude of colors found in an oasis. Atemu smiled, realizing that the other dancers where showcasing Yugi, and placing the success of their performance in his small hands.

The beat changed ever so slightly and Yugi rose up, moving like the Nile, and the girls parted, continuing their sinful dance of the earth and heat, around the coolness of the life giving water.

Atemu smirked, feeling proud at how deathly silent the hall had become the moment Yugi moved, and then his light looked up.

Atemu stopped breathing.

Ra… is that…

He held his breath in wonder at the beauty that Yugi was. His eyes had been outlined in kohl, making his already large eyes seem more profound. The odd amethyst color of his innocence sparkled, and was reflected by the soft, sheer, purple veil that rested over his head and shoulders. The color of royalty, Atemu’s color.

Proof that Yugi belonged to him.

Atemu swallowed, completely awestruck at the attire that Yugi was adorned in. Soft silver shoes captured his feet, and a chiming anklet wound about one tiny ankle. Just inches above which was billowy pant legs, each cuffed in silver, that led to his hips where a scarf with matching coins hung. The fabric seemed to fade from dark to a light blue, but how that was possible was a secret that the master weaver seemed to keep to herself.

Yugi’s top was bare, save for the dark blue vest that barely brushed against the bottom of his rib cage, edged in yet more moonlight. But it was the black thing around his throat, which showed off how perfectly white his skin was, that made Atemu’s heart lurch.

akhu…

The music halted, and Yugi shifted, moving slowly into the position he’d shown to him to be his intro. The music picked up once more and Yugi began to move.

Slow and sensual, his body rolling to the rhythm, that all life seemed to know. His hips swaying and thrusting every now and then. His arms moved up to above his head, as though he was a captive, the moonlight trapped within the desert. His eyes remained closed, as the desert spun around him in the form of the other dancers.

His feet barely moved as he removed his veil, dancing with it, like a shadow to his light. He sunk low to his knees bending backwards, body arching as the beat picked up.

Atemu shook, trapped by the image, his body becoming uncomfortably warm. This was where Yugi would flip, and as he did so, Atemu gripped the side of his chair, at the playful smirk that lit Yugi’s face and eyes, as he peered up through the veil that now covered his face.

It was sinful innocence, the passion of the pure, and Atemu could hardly move his eyes to blink as Yugi portrayed the secrets of the glorious night. The music picked up pace and Yugi was spun around the girls. Each one taking hold of his hand to lead him into the massive dance, the movements erotic, showing the lovemaking that the night hid away, that the moon was unable to spy upon. They rolled faster and faster until Atemu’s heart was hammering desperately with in his chest. The urge to run out and grab that small moving body was nearly over powering, as again Yugi was upon his knees dancing before Anuksu, he leaned back once more, his hair brushing the ground, and the music ended abruptly, and the dancers froze; Yugi on his knees arched backward, baring his chest, head thrown back as if in passion.

Silence rang loudly in the hall, the room completely forgotten by Atemu, his crimson stare locked upon the boy. His body was on fire, his mind fogged by the intense desire to feel that body against his own, as they spun their own sinful dance.

What… what am I…

Atemu shook his head harshly, banishing the thoughts from his mind, and immediately took note of the lustful glint in Pragus’ eyes. Rage boiled over, and Atemu rose to his feet clapping his hands to dismiss the dancers. Yugi looked confused as he promptly fell from his held position.

Mahado, was by his side in an instant, ushering Yugi from the room with out Atemu having to say anything. Inside, he shook, terrified at his own thoughts.

The image of Yugi as he’d fallen, should have calmed Atemu’s raging lust, but it did nothing, and the Pharaoh, shakily sat back into his chair, his entire body tingling and sensitized.

What is wrong with me… why..?

“I can see why you’d keep him to your self , Pharaoh, he is quite talented. I can imagine that he’d be miraculous in bed.” Pragus said, as he tipped his wine glass to his lips drinking heavily. The comment was offhanded, and a bit of a jest, meant to annoy, but for Atemu it caused a sharp shiver to drive down his spine.

Yugi… dancing… writhing… beneath me… on my bed…

Atemu suppressed the low moan that rose in his throat, and clenched his hands more tightly, his eyes sinking half closed at the image that had broken free in his mind. His body heated, and lower anatomy hardened for a moment, before a memory intruded and shattered his fantasy, and rising hormones.

Yugi was struggling, panicked in the other man’s grip. Eyes wild with panic, he was a trapped animal, ready to snap, to do anything to escape. He called out to end the matter, and those eyes turned toward him with such, hope and relief that it made his heart squeeze. He was safe, and he knew it.

What am I thinking?! Atemu scowled, at his plate, waiting patiently until his guest had finished their meals, before retiring for the night. His body had cooled from the memory of Yugi’s near assault, and his desires made him feel ill.

He trusts me not to do anything… am I no better than those Roman bastards? Atemu made a soft growling noise under his breath as he entered his room, throwing the door open, ready for a good nights rest.

Yugi was laying in the middle of his bed.

On his side, hands curled up by his face.

Dressed in his dancing garb.

Looking for all the world like a pleasure slave.

Atemu was rock hard in an instant.

“Yami? Are you all right?” Yugi’s soft voice questioned, and Atemu shook, delighted at the sound of the nick-name that the small one had given him. His previous thoughts returned with a vengeance, and Atemu had to ball his hands into fists to keep from moving toward the boy, now sitting on his bed, looking so very fuck-able.

“I will take my bath before bed.” Atemu said in a very curt manner, and watched the concern that lit Yugi’s gentle features. He had to escape before he molested the boy, and so he turned toward the bathing room, and heard the rustle of fabric as Yugi moved to follow. Yugi’s duties suddenly came rushing back to Atemu.

“Stop.” He hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but in any case, it had stopped Yugi from moving. Atemu didn’t dare to look back as he spoke, not wishing to test his control anymore this night. “I… I wish to be alone for a while akhu. It is not you, and you did wonderfully tonight, be proud. It’s just… I wish to bathe alone.” Atemu wasn’t sure why he was bothering to make sure that Yugi did not misinterpret him, but he did. Yugi was quiet, but the room didn’t feel pressured with sorrow or hurt, so Atemu took it as a good sign and escaped into the bathing room.

Once inside, Atemu closed his eyes, trying to ease away his need, but the image of Yugi laying so invitingly on his bed, the memory of what that small body could do, was burned into his mind, and nothing eased it’s affects.

What is wrong with me? One dance and I’m suddenly wanting to use him for my own needs? Atemu shook his head. It didn’t make much sense that he suddenly developed deeper feelings for the small boy—no, teen, but he had, and now he was in a bind.

Probably my “drive for an heir” kicking in…Atemu thought mockingly, reminded of Saimun’s earlier prattle on how Atemu had no sister in which to procreate with—which was just fine by Atemu—and that sooner or later he’d have to take a mistress or marry into a royal line to continue his lineage. He’d scoffed it off before, ignoring his harem, feeling no need for them, but now, he was thankful he had one.

“Please bring a willing girl from my harem to me at once.” Atemu said to the guard at the second exit to his large bathing area. The guard seemed surprised, but nodded and left to o his bidding.

Atemu sighed, disrobing, and sinking into the bath water, as a girl walked in. Atemu looked her way, making sure that she had not been dragged against her will, and was met with a sultry smile.

He gave a half hearted smirk as she drew near and knelt beside him, drawing him into a deep kiss. He allowed himself to float away on feelings alone, trying not to think of the way Yugi had looked as he posed at the end of the dance. Not wanting to wonder if Yugi would arch like that when he came.

Forget it… let it go…

Atemu stepped from the bathing room sometime later, alone, and satisfied. He felt somewhat empty after taking solace from a girl he did not know, but he pushed it aside, knowing that the other option would have left him feeling worse.

He wore a white wrap around his hips, his body otherwise bare and ready for bed. He noticed that Yugi’s sleeping place was empty and glanced quickly to his bed, hoping that Yugi had not left back to the servant’s room, and sighed as he found Yugi curled up on his bed.

This time, the lust was gentle, almost non-existent, and Atemu relaxed, approaching the bed slowly. Yugi was curled into a tight ball, sleeping against his pillow, and it brought a smile to the Pharaoh’s face.

antyw akhu… nDs mri… what do you do to me?

Atemu stroked Yugi’s bangs from his forehead, and was filled with amazement when Yugi turned into the touch, smiling in his sleep, whispering softly into the pillows, “…Yami…”

Shaking his head, Atemu pulled the blankets down and managed to move Yugi from atop of them, before slipping in and covering them both. Atemu lay staring at the ceiling for several moments, the night wind coming in through his balcony, cold and dry with the scent of the sands. He couldn’t sleep, and couldn’t get comfortable.

Atemu grunted, rolling onto his side, and was met with Yugi’s sleeping face. The smaller must have rolled in his sleep and was now inches from him. The need to hold him close, was overpowering, and Atemu fell to it quickly, reaching out with both arms and slid them around Yugi’s waist. His skin was soft and warm, and Atemu shivered, pulling Yugi flush against him, burying his face into Yugi’s hair.

WAD-wr…

The smell of the sea seemed to surround him now that he was wrapped around Yugi’s small form. It was calming, and Atemu found that finally he was tired and comfortable.

With a deep sigh, he relaxed, pulling Yugi close so that the boy’s head rested upon his chest, his small arms draped over Atemu’s body hands curled gently into the mattress by his sides. Atemu tightened his hold, his eyes drifting shut.

Somehow, this felt right.

Ra, akhu, what have you done to me?

The thought really didn’t bother Atemu as sleep carried him way.

~~~~~~~~

(Ending Theme: “Night Flowers”)

I'm wandering lost in the land of love;
please come find me.
I hide my heart
that I thought I'd already wore the wings off of.


The thousands of petals
which color my heart
make me yearn for you, almost sadly
Once more


Mirage that slips through my fingers
the moment I grasp it...
I want to steal away all of you.


Brandishing a frozen knife,
love dances, scattering the night flowers


Love, comfort, let go - even my heart...
Feel it more intensely


If it's destiny,
then I don't need peace or warmth.


Brandishing a frozen knife,
love dances, scattering the night flowers


Break, injure, seal it away - even my heart...
Love me more intensely


A.N. Sorry for the seriously long wait for this chapter. ^-^ I have no real excuse for it, but I hope that you will forgive me. The reason its out is because of the reviews I kept getting and the ones I’d look back over. ^-^ They made me remember that though I know the ending to this one, you people don’t so… sorry. I found that I can now send songs through e-mail so if you wish to here this ending song or the song that Yugi danced to please e-mail me and I’ll send them. Now for one final question. As stated above, Romans truly did not exist 3,000 years ago, but the Greeks, the original group that Roman’s branched from, and they were around. If you would like me to go through and change the roman’s to the Greeks to make this accurate, let me know and I will do so. ^-^ So, please review.

Lechan

Translations:

nDs mri: Small desire.

Ore wa Yugioh. Teme wa … oji-ji no kuzu: I am the king of games. You (very rude form) are old waste.

Taskete ore: Save me.