Drops Of Rain Chapter 1, a yu-gi-oh fanfic

A/N: This is for my sister Yaharah! She loves both Prideshipping and Castleshipping-also known as Darkshipping. Scratch that, she just plain ADORES them. Sooo, this is her present!

Happy Birthday nee-sama! n.n

You lil'perv…

-sighs-

Oh well. -.-0

And please Review, I've NEVER written ANY yaoi, so…please. A lil' support would be appreciated. ^.-0

Even if it's just one word like, I don't know…'Like!' or 'Nice…' or something! I'd love and thank you for it anyways!

Summary: 'He, that Ra-damned thief, he touched me! I feel disgusting! How was he able to kidnap me? Feel me?! Kiss me!?! I ABSOLUTELY HATE HIM! Today, he said t-that, that…that he loved me and, when the time was right, he would take me…Oh Seth! Where are you, love?! Why won't you save me?! Why am I all alone with the one I hate most in this world?! Seth! I need you! Come find me!'Atem said. Hate? Love? The only thing that separates these two is a fine line that is more often blurred than not. Only time will tell…

Pairings: Bakura X Atem, Seth X Atem, Seth X Atem X Seto, and maybe even Bakura X Atem X Seth X Seto…

Maybe not.

If you want or don't want any of the previously mentioned pairings, tell me in a review!

K? ^.~

Other pairings will be mentioned.

Note: According to my nee-sama, Atem is 'perfect' uke material…

-Sighs-

She's a really big yaoi fangirl…

Disclaimer: I don't own YGO!

Also, try and remember all the underlined parts. You'll understand at the end. –grins-

Chapter One

Forbidden Fruit

BAKURA'S POV

I've been in both love and lust with him for a long time now. One might think that it's strange that I said that I'm in lust with him, even though I already said that I'm in love with him and thus obviously attracted to the other. So it's strange... No, it isn't, not really.

Love-from I've observed- is the feeling experienced when one wants to make a complete and utter fool of oneself by telling someone that you'll give your life for them no matter what and will do your best to protect them. It is a feeling by which two souls can be united forever, or one crushed if it is the most amusing kind of love-to watch at least, 'cause it certainly doesn't look amusing to the poor crushed fool going through it all-unrequited love. It takes a special person to love. Love, is being there…But the most important thing about love is that it is unexplainable and indefinable. In other words, it's confusing. No two loves will ever be the same. It varies in shape and sizes, colours and forms, because everyone finds a different way in which to express it and accept it. And its true meaning can never be truly understood by mere mortals! Ah, it's a pain n the neck. The worst part is that no-one knows what triggers love…

Lust-from what I've experienced-is the pure animalistic need to want to simply put, get it on with a good-looking someone or sex up someone's life. It is definable, explainable and any and everyone can experience lust. Lust is 'I want to be with you right now.' It could never be forever. Lust is just some sex and comes from our purest, most savage instincts, from our deepest desires and cravings. It is not a vow to be there unconditionally. It is where one is prey to another. It is a battle for dominance and an ignited flame that beckons us foolishly towards it like flies to a lamp. It too differs in shape, size, colour, form and all that other stuff, but that is not because of the different ways to express it. Hell no! Its form is decided by its participants. Nothing more, nothing less...

In a way they are exact opposites, as they oppose each other in nearly every word that attempts to explain their intensity. But, in a way they are linked to one another, as lust sometimes sparks the flames of love. This love however, never really has any substance or lasts for prolonged periods of time. Go figure?

Based on all this information, I can safely say that this 'love' I am experiencing for the young king, is one of those. An act of lust...Hence, my statement.

I've watched, waited, documented and memorized everything about him. I know everything about him. Everything, meaning everything one could learn of another by stalking-I mean, monitoring a person day & night, and sometimes I don't even sleep for weeks at a time. I've learnt all the intricate little details that make up his very existence. I learnt almost every expression shown on that beautiful face…Everything and everyone that brings out these expressions and even the reasons why they bring out these different parts of his personality. I know his friends, his enemies-heck! I'm one of them!-and all members-whether living or recently deceased- of his family. I know his favorite food, favorite clothes, favorite colour, favorite flower, favorite everything. I know he was born in the morning, 8th August, 18 years ago. He is a Leo, and has an intense belief in the gods, spirituality and a grounded opinion that everyone in the universe is equal and should be treated as such. He is clever, resourceful, tactical, mind-bogglingly handsome, amazingly brave and fairly witty. He is powerful, confident, possesses incredible grace and regal skills in the arts, sciences, magic, mathematics, foreign languages, fighting, military, and lots more. His bond with nature alone is impressive, but this is not what has me stalking- I mean observing the bite-sized excuse for a pharaoh. No, it was definitely none of those things. It is…actually, I don't know. And I might never know. And it is most certainly not love. All I know is that I feel the need to know everything about him. His every feeling, thought, want, need…

Some would say that I am obsessed with certain crimson-eyed individual & that it is unhealthy and perhaps even unnerving. True, it would definitely be unnerving and you could even say insane, but I am The Great and Powerful Thief King! I am not bound by the gods, laws, demands and judgments of society. I am above Khemet's flawed system. And therefore control my destiny and every other aspect of my life, including whom I choose to keep as a 'pets' once I rule this land, once my revenge is complete…And as you can see, I've already chosen that special someone.

He-and yes, as you've probably noticed, I am male & prefer men-is absolutely, breath-taxingly, simply and utterly, gorgeous. Tri-spiked, dark ebony hair that seemingly defies gravity tipped in a lovely scarlet and completed with jagged blonde bangs which continues in three bolts up each spike. He had a small, lean and yet, impressive body. Well sculpted chest and arms. Tiny waist, voluptuous legs and enticing hips...Ra! I think I just developed a problem. A very 'hard' one, if you know what I mean…Arg! This happens nearly every time! Hopefully it'll go anyway on its own…

Anyway…strong, manly face every muscle, bone and piece of flesh; highlighted, regal, and appearing to have been chiseled by Ra himself! His face is invaluably perfect! His skin so soft, delicate and yet, made so durable by years of training. Oh Anubis! No-one knows who much I want to press my hands onto his body and feel every inch of his flawless skin! His lips are full and seem so delicious from afar! I want to devour them, right now! His small, charming nose, his naturally shaped eyebrows…all the better to make me want to eat you, my dear!

There, right under the strong brows, are the most exquisite eyes I've ever seen…They are garnet, no crimson, wrong, scarlet! Actually, I'd be wrong to call his eyes any particular shade of red. It'd be downright insulting to the master piece the young royal dared to call eyes. Why? Because the exotic orbs change their depth and shade with every new emotion that is mirrored and portrayed in them…

Incredible, no?

He's like a fruit from which I am never to see, touch or eat of. He is forbidden. And yet, I'm not able to control myself from wanting to devour every, single piece, 'til nothing is left.

…He is My Forbidden Fruit…

Well, I better keep watch. I'd drugged His Arogantness' wine at dinner with a special little, numbing, mixture of mine…It separates the minds control on the body, making the body go limp.

I call it 'The Untraceable…'

Why? Because, as the name states, it's untraceable. It's odorless, tasteless, leaves no residue, and is nearly colorless. It is a light, seemingly none existent blue. A blue which I might add, fades into nothingness when mixed with a thick, fervent, red wine…I smirk. Tonight is the night.

So, I sit and wait, for my tender, juicy, little forbidden fruit…

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SETH'S POV

I'm currently walking down the halls of the palace with the most beautiful and untouchable creature I have ever been so blest and cursed to know.

Blest, because I love him with all my heart, soul and mind…I'd even give any part of my soul-ka, ba, akh, ren, shewt-for him. I'll always be there for him and I know that despite my utter distaste and absolute hatred for him in the past, he's forgiven me and at least appreciates me. Also, because he's -and yes, as you've probably noticed, I am male & prefer men-is absolutely, breath-taxingly, simply and utterly, gorgeous. Tri-spiked, dark ebony hair that seemingly defies gravity tipped in a lovely scarlet and completed with jagged blonde bangs which continues in three bolts up each spike. He had a small, lean and yet, impressive body. Well sculpted chest and arms. Tiny waist, voluptuous legs and enticing hips... Yum…that is unbelievably delicious. I lick my now dry lips. And still that's not all…

And as a result of his utter magnificence, I am blest to even know him!

Cursed, because I cannot have him to myself-or at all for that matter-at least not in that sense...

Hn. I'm not even certain that he prefers men! It so terribly painful & confusing… He's an irresistible tempter and sometimes I think he knows it! But then I realize that he's above mortal seduction. He's too godly to do such a thing. Unfortunately…

We just got back from dinner, which we had left early. Apparently, he feels unwell. Hum. How troubling. I pray it's nothing serious. I won't be able to bear to see him weak, defenseless and, vulnerable…huh. I smirk. If he becomes in disposed I, as High Priest, would be required to be at his side day and night to aid in his recovery and carter to his every need. I could picture it already. Our hot, sweaty bodies pressed against the other. Hairs intertwined and lower regions connected. And my hands, feeling everything…ever curve, every muscle, every single inch of him. Oh Anubis! No-one knows who much I want to press my hands onto his body and feel every inch of his flawless skin!

Shaking my head to rid myself of unwanted thoughts, I sigh.

'It could never be…' I chant like a mantra under my breath, 'Never.'

He is forbidden. No-one is even allowed to touch him without his consent. And yet here I am, thinking all these, erm…inappropriate, thoughts. Hn. I feel so uncertain. Suddenly a 'thud' and gasps are heard.

Looking up, I see Atem on the ground and some slave-girls standing both shocked and horrified at this development. I myself I'm a bit surprised, but I can't say that we-meaning the other priests and myself-didn't see this coming. After all, he's been getting almost no sleep and been eat very little if anything for the past 9 weeks. And he's been sacrificing all of his already, nearly non-existent social life, in favor of working. I'm actually quite amazed that he lasted this long. It just made me love and admire him more.

Sighing, I walk over and pick him up bridal style. He so light, too light…

But you know, I don't care. After all, if this is what he would do for those he is responsible for or has a duty to, imagine what he would do for a lover.

I take one look at his face and my breath hitches in my throat. He isn't unconscious. Instead, his eyes are open, well, half lidded. But still, they're look up at me with such tender love and compassion, that everything around us ceases to exist. All there is: him and I. At that moment all my confusion left me and I cared for nothing besides the breath-taking figure in my arms.

'Seth…' he said.

And hearing him whisper my name like this is torture. It was like a sweet, irresistible honey form the hives of heaven.

'Stay with me…' He continues.

Oh Ra! Please don't let this be some cruel dream!

'Please…'he practically begged, 'If only for tonight…' He added just as quietly. And with that my pharaoh closes his gorgeously hypnotic eyes.

So for I stand there for… how long? I don't know. But I think I just heard someone call my name. Blinking, I turn around.

'Isis?' I ask dumbly.

'Yes…' she drawls, obviously annoyed, 'Are you done starring at our king?'

I flush in embarrassment. Have I really been starring?

'I mean, I know he's quite attractive and that you are dangerously infatuated with him, but please! Prudence! He is tired. Put him to bed!' She continues, scolding.

My eyes widened. 'I'm I so transparent?'I say out loud, even though it was more to myself.

'Yes.' She answered simply. 'Now run along and put him to bed. He needs his rest.'

Nodding numbly, I turn and begin to walk away, when Isis once again calls out to me.

'And Seth!' she called.

'Hn,' I answer blankly.

'Don't defile him.' She said amused, 'We want him back in the throne room tomorrow, just as pure and untainted as he is now.'

Appalled I state, 'I would never! How dare you!?' and with a 'humph!' I stalked off.

Later, In the Pharaoh's Chambers, the Bedchamber…

I walk over to his over-sized bed and lay him down. The moon shines down on his peaceful face, making him look, angelic…

I sit next to him on the bed and brush a golden bang from his face.

…So beautiful…

…So perfect…

…So enticing…

…So mine!

I'll be damned if I let anything take this treasure away from me. And I'll do anything to make sure that he is happy and content as he should be. I vowed to protect and serve him, and I won't ever go back on that promise. If I did, I'd never forgive myself.

I hear him mumble something in his sleep. I turn to him.

…So amazing…

…So kind…

…So selfless…

…So forbidden!

It's true. He is forbidden, as he is juicy, tender and sweet.

Hn. Like a fruit.

He's like a fruit from which I am never to see, touch or eat of. He is forbidden. And yet, I'm not able to control myself from wanting to devour every, single piece, 'til nothing is left.

…He is My Forbidden Fruit…

I sigh. Well, he did ask me to stay…A slight smile graces my lips. I will watch over what's mine. Turning to the bedside table, I pour myself some water. It's tinted light blue and shimmers in the moon light. I take a sip.

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BAKURA'S POV

I growl. That priest is touching my pharaoh! Who does he think he is! He doesn't even have the nerve to tell my future pet his true feelings, but dares to touch him! The fool!

Damn it. This makes things more complicated…

I smirk. He just drank from the jug of water near Atem's bedside. The jug of water that I had drugged with about a fistful of 'The Untraceable…'

He'll be out in no time…

And when he passes out, I'll swoop down and collect my prize.

My lil' Forbidden Fruit…

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A/N: Well, there it is! I hope you all enjoyed this! And please, if you want another chapter, review. 'Cause I'd never planned to write any yaoi. So, if I don't get at least 10-15 reviews or 8 really good ones, I'm not writing any more of this. I'm sorry Yaharah. You better hope that the people review or else…

Well, that's all.

Sayonara!

-Mana

NEXT CHAPTER: STOLEN