PB-Queen: Ok I own nothing…well…except my Original work…but that's not Yugioh so that's prolly why I'm poor…

Summary: Yugi is a slave in acient Egypt to a whicked master named Bakura, But one day he escapes and is brought to the palace to serve the Pharaoh. Can he help heal his broken heart? YYxY (That's a lot of male genes…lol to sexy to touch!)

On with the fic!

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it.

-Curtis Judalet-

Preface

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This had to be a nightmare! But I knew it wasn't, as the shackles dug deeper into my wrists slowly scraping away my skin as I struggled to break free. I could feel the warm blood trickle down my arm, coiling like a venous snack wrapping around it's prey. No dream I ever had before was this real and no matter how hard I tried to wake up, I just couldn't. Maybe everything else was a dream A beautiful dream with that angel…as my saviour.

Who else would have taken in a worthless slave like myself? Who would want to be close to someone unclean, touched by thieves who angered the gods. Oh Ra what I wouldn't give to hear his sweet voice call my name again. To listen to him whisper sweet nothingness into my ears under the starry dessert sky. Even just the soft warm touch of his velvet smooth tanned hands holding me tight and protecting me from all danger. I wanted him to come in my last minutes of peace and sanity. I wanted him to kiss me tenderly like he had all those time before and make me feel clean, pure, and fill the emptiness in my heart. I was alone.

"Atem…" I whimpered softly to myself. There was no answer or reply. I was alone…

My body shivered from the coldness I began to feel. His eyes watching me, I knew oh to well his was enjoying my every minute of pain as his own sick pleasure. I heard him laugh and the dark cell room just seemed to make it echo all around me only adding to me horror of not know where exactly he was.

Suddenly the tears began to grow inside me. I had tried to hold them back. I didn't want to cry, to show my weakness and fear. Not in front of him. But I couldn't, the lump in my throat grew and the tears began to flow from my eyes like they where their own Nile river wetting the floor around my scraped and bruised knees.

"That's right you should cry and whimper before me slave. Beg for mercy and forgiveness from your master." His words felt like they were adding weight to my shoulders pulling me down. I felt my head feel faint. I couldn't seem to find what was reality anymore. A sudden slap across the face drew brought me back to it sharply.

I looked up at the man, my capture, and so called master. His pale hair seemed to glimmer in the light from the moon that was drifting in through the small window of my prison. My eyes widened with fear reinforcing what I already knew. "Bakura." I let hiss through my bloody and bruised lips. He was not a man but a monster. A being of darkness who lived and thrived on other pain and misery.

"I'm glade you still know my name little Yugi…but over this past while you have forgotten who you really are and your worth…" Bakura sneered. I could just barely make out the glare in his eyes. The hatred, the lust, and that need for power. He grabbed me by the golde necklace that I wore and began kissing me hard. I tried to move but there wasn't anywhere I could go. Grabbing my head and holding it in place his tug forced my lips open claiming my mouth as it's own. Bakura began to put less force in his embrace. Maybe he was done? But that was a flash hope to have. There was a rush of pain that jolted through me from my lip and a thick metallic taste filled my mouth. Sucking ever so gently on the wound he just caused my lip his hands started trailing down my naked digging his nails in. I could feel the tears coming back as his hands stopped at my bottom garment. He pulled back for a second. My head felt so heavy. Everything was spinning.

Only one thing was on my mind and it wasn't dying or anger. Even if I died…he would still be safe. What was filling my mind was the pain in my heart. Like a million daggers ripping it apart slowly. I knew this feeling all to well. It was regret. I look back now…and still don't know why I couldn't say those three simple words. Now that's all I wanted. To say them out loud so I could hear them. So the gods would know and maybe they could tell him somehow. My lips moved, my voice was harsh and sore but I wasn't going to let that stop me. "I love…Atem…" I choked out and began to cry. I loved him for so long. It hurt to look at him and his beauty. Hurt so much to have all these feelings, to keep them inside and know that no one would ever see them, that he would never feel them. But…maybe he did…something in his eyes…maybe he knew deep down, that I really did care that I love him.

"What…did you just say?" Bakura growled grabbing my throat and slamming me into the wall. My body went numb and I yelped in pain. Shutting my eyes tightly, I didn't want him to see me cry anymore, knowing the satisfaction he was getting, I could see his face. Atem. Like a sculpture of a god. His smile hair, and soft yet strong body. "Yugi!" I heard his magestic voice calling out to me urgently. "Atem!" I cried back.

So this is it…everything began to fade away. The darkness began to consume me. But I wasn't afraid. "Yugi please hold on! Keep fighting!" His dark angelic voice lulled to me. I smiled contently. 'I love you…' I thought back, '…I'll always be with you.'

With that I let myself fall further away from the image of Atem and

began to wonder if all Angels

were as beautiful as he…

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PB-Queen: DO NOT WORRY! Before you kill me this is a Preface…yes so it's an Exert from what is to come…now I bet you are wondering how Yugi is Bakura's slave but met Atem and all their lovely fluffy romantic moments inbetween then and now? Or who heals who? So please review and tell my what you think. To long…to short, not detailed enough, to graphic (I'm trying to keep this T rated…but ratings may change…actually…yeah they will)…So Tell me what needs improvement I like flames…they roast my marshmallows and I melt PB on them…but just let me know what I did wrong so I can fix it and improve…man I think I write just for the sake of hearing the keys click. Well if you made it this far you get an invisible bicycle…(don't own either! Kudos to little kuriboh though.) oh well please review!