He sighed gently as the sunlight he had felt before engulfed his body. The warmth of its rays slowly waking him up. His eyes opened to face the large window that overlooked the city his Pharaoh watched over.

"…Pharaoh…We should be leaving soon…" The Priest yawned gently and rubbed his eyes of the sleep he had awoken from. Stretching, and with no response from the Pharaoh he glanced over his shoulder to find that the Pharaoh wasn't lying beside him. "Eh…? Atem?"
From the touch of the sheets, it had appeared that Atem had been gone quite a while. He turned his glance towards the sky and quickly stood from the bed in shock. "It's that late…?!" His yelled as his voice pierced loudly through his lips.

As quick as he could manage, he changed clothes from the night before and made his way through the archway. With fists balled at his side, he thought angrily:
'Atem…! You planned this since this morning, didn't you?! Just wait until I get you alone…'

At the remembrance of – what he assumed – were only a few hours before, his cheeks grew to a light pink. He attempted to force the thoughts from his mind as he turned into the large stone meeting room; the rest of the council already sitting in their designated places around a long table, with Atem, their Pharaoh, at the front.
Seto's eyes glared angrily at his Pharaoh, fully intending to imply that Atem was in trouble the moment they had a chance to be alone. Atem only smirked in response, adding a seductive wink seconds later to further embarrass the Priest. His bright purple eyes glanced to the left of him, as if instructing Seto to take his seat.

At Atem's stare Seto's face grew slightly redder as he began walking over towards Atem, he sat as if he was following Atem's orders. The Pharaoh's sly smirk grew wider as he leaned over slightly, tilting his chin into his hand and whispered so no other council member could hear:
"Have a rough morning?" He chuckled.
Seto only glared at him out of the corner of his eye in response, though the continuing redness of his face diffused all the intensity he had attempted to put behind it.

"…Now that the Priest has joined us…Shall we begin the meeting?" A shorter older man sat to the right of the Pharaoh and placed scrolls upon the table. "We have a lot to discuss today…"

The older man began speaking, but nor the Priest or Pharaoh were paying much attention to the small man's words. They watched as the others contributed to the conversation, some were in disapproval and some agreed on several points, but not others. It was how nearly every morning meeting occurred; like a script had been made and followed to a "T". It wasn't until the small man addressed the Pharaoh directly, that the two cousins began paying attention.

"Pharaoh, have you thought about the issue I discussed with you in private, regarding the Kingdom?" The small man addressed.

"…Shimon?" Atem said without thinking; his voice very lackadaisical and quiet. His eyes moved in several directions, as if he was imitating trying to remember the issue Shimon had discussed with him, ultimately they landed on the Priest who was attempting to write notes on a scroll.
Seto's eyes remained focused on the scroll in his hands; as if to say: "Don't look at me, I'm not bailing you out of this one…Especially after this morning."

The older man known as Shimon sighed as he realized the Pharaoh had no idea what he was referring to.

"The issue Pharaoh, if you remember, is about your choice regarding the future of the Kingdom?"
Seto looked up from the scroll he was writing on, suddenly interested in the conversation at hand. His eyes looked towards Atem confusingly, they questioned what Shimon was mentioning…Or hinting at.

'…He never told me anything regarding this…What is he hiding?'

"What is to happen in the future?" Seto questioned. "Isis, did you see anything?" The Priest turned towards another of the Pharaoh's Court; the wielder of the Millennium Necklace.
A girl with long, silk-like, black hair stood from her chair and placed her hand upon her neck; touching the gold necklace that laid on her collarbone. Her facial expression softened slightly as she sat down at the table once more.
Her eyes looked straight into the Priest's, a serious expression returning to her face, as she answered:

"…Nothing that is a threat to the Kingdom." She said vaguely, nearly immediately afterward her attention shifted to the short young man at the head of the table. "If you'll excuse me, Pharaoh?"

Atem nodded in agreement and allowed Isis to leave the room. As she moved from the archway and down the hall, he stood from his throne.

"Alright! I'm bored…Our morning meeting is over…" He said as he let out a sigh. "…Every issue that hasn't been resolved is tabled, indefinitely…Let's focus on the other tasks we need to complete." Atem began to walk outside of the meeting room; obviously attempting to avoid Shimon.
The smaller man, Shimon looked angrily at Atem as he quickly followed behind him. Atem looked over his shoulder and saw Seto wrapping the scrolls he had been writing on.

'I can't escape Shimon…But if Seto hears this conversation and realizes I hid this from him…But then again…This could work out in my favor…'

"…Pharaoh why do you always avoid this topic?" Shimon pressed.

"What topic?" The Pharaoh said as he gently leaned against the stone wall. His eyes continued to stare in the Priest's direction as the rest of the Court left the meeting room. The Priest was still staring intently at the scrolls.

'He's buying time…We both know he didn't write anything worth studying on those scrolls. He's listening in to the conversation…'

"The topic about your successor to the throne?"

"Shimon…I'm only 19, there is no reason to be thinking about such trivial things." Atem stated with a rather blasé tone. "…Besides I've already decided on a successor, so it's no longer an issue."

"O-Oh? You have…?" Shimon questioned with a slightly confused inflection; he had been used to the Pharaoh's tricks as of late, and was wary of his response.

A smirk slowly crossed the Pharaoh's lips as his eyes still remained focused on the Priest. Seto looked up and glared at him in response; still upset about the morning's events…But quickly looked away as a blush appeared over his cheeks.

…I always see you with a red tone to your face now…It suits you…

"Pharaoh?" Shimon questioned again.

"Right…" He paused. "Seto is my successor. Who else is better?" Atem said matter-of-factly; his eyes slowly glancing up and down the Priest's slender, but muscular body.

"T-THE PRIEST?!" Seto jumped in shock at his title being called throughout the halls. Thinking something was wrong; he quickly ran towards the doorway and stood with a questioning look. Before he could speak, Shimon nervously stuttered: "B-But Pharaoh, he's older than YOU…By three years!"

"Eh…?" Seto questioned, getting slightly annoyed…For some reason this seemingly misunderstanding had Atem's scent all over it. "W-Why does my age matter?"

"Mm…Seto you're my successor." Atem repeated, once again rather matter-of-factly, as he leaned gently onto the Priest's shoulder.

"I-I'M YOUR WHAT…?!"

"When I die, you will be Pharaoh." Atem said taking Seto's chin in his hand. He tilted it downward so the Priest's eyes matched with his. Their lips centimeters from touching.

"Un…Or maybe we'll make a child together?" The Pharaoh's eyes watched Seto's cheeks turn a deep, deep, red, even though the words were of the impossible.
Before any of the two older men could interrupt, Atem turned around and began walking out the stone archway; he placed his hands behind his head and winked over his shoulder.

"So now that that's settled, shall we tell the kingdom?"

"Eh, eh, eh, h-how in the hell did I end up here?!" Seto exclaimed loudly as he was pushed up against the walls of the carriage. Atem gently licked the area below the Priest's ear. "A-And we're in public…How can you do this here…?!"
The Pharaoh leaned back slightly so his Priest could see his face; his hands continued to tease the Priest…His fingers grazing Seto's bare chest and abdomen as he smirked.

"Don't you remember Seto? You're my successor to the throne…And as such I had Shimon prepare a walk through the Kingdom in order to welcome you…Now you are officially 'one of the family', eh?" His smirk grew wider.

"I was already 'one of the family'! A-And what are you doing with your hands…?! Stop touching me!"

"But I like touching you." Atem said, ignoring the Priest's protests. "If you're not quiet enough, people will hear, you know." The Pharaoh slowly brought his hands to Seto's face, making sure his fingers moved along every contour of Seto's body. He traced his jaw-line to his chin and pulled his cousins face closer to his own. "…And you know you enjoy it, when I do this in public places..." He whispered seductively as he placed a kiss on Seto's lips.

He had tried to resist, but Atem's tongue carefully slipping through the opening of his mouth made it harder for him fight the urge that had always surged through him whenever they were put in these situations. Atem pulled his Priest closer; so as they fell onto the numerous amounts of blankets and pillows within the carriage, Seto would land straddling his Pharaoh's waist. Needing to breathe and in the position he had wanted to be in, the Pharaoh broke the kiss between the two.

"…Y-You know normally on walks…Through the Kingdom the people see the one the throne will be passed to…" Seto said nervously, through huffs of breath.

"True…But they already know what you look like. So there's no need…I have you all to myself." He said; placing a kiss upon his cousin's forehead. He felt him shiver underneath his lips. "…Mm?"
The Priest gripped the Pharaoh's robes within his hands as he lifted his hazy blue eyes up towards the Pharaoh's. Nervously, he placed a light kiss upon Atem's lips.

"…I-I prefer this, to what we normally do." He whispered nervously as he snuggled his face into the space of Atem's neck. As Seto's breath brushed lightly against Atem's collarbone, he felt his heartbeat quicken.

'…He really is cute…' Atem thought as he placed his hand on the back of Seto's head. Much like he had the morning before; he began sliding his fingers gently through the Priest's hair.

"You don't like what we normally do?" The Pharaoh questioned.

"A-Ah…It's not…That…I-I just…" He stuttered, a bright red blush quickly appearing over his cheeks. Atem smirked and placed another kiss on Seto's forehead. He could feel the heat from the Priest reverberate through his lips.

"…I love you." Atem whispered softly.

The Priest nodded; his eyes averting the Pharaoh's gaze. Atem could feel the heat from Seto's cheeks grow hotter on his neck as the Priest wrapped his arms gently around his Pharaoh's chest and hugged him tight.

"Ah, you still cannot say it…? Yet you agree?" The Pharaoh paused for a moment, contemplating if he should continue his teasing…Deciding it was worth it to see the Priest's reaction, he said: "Isn't that technically the same as saying you love me?"
Seto immediately pulled away, his once hazy blue eyes were now bright with ferocity as he glared into the Pharaoh's royal purple irises.

"D-Don't make fun of me! I have my reasons for not saying that..." He said angrily.

The Pharaoh tilted his head in question and smirked. He stared intently at the Priest and waited for him to continue with his so-called "reasons".

"…I'm not going to say it…Until you can prove to me-" Atem pulled Seto into a deep kiss; cutting off his words in the process. His tongue traced the bottom of Seto's lip and quickly forced its way inside. Seto's eyes widened as his hands gently pushed against Atem. The Pharaoh tilted the Priest's face up and deepened the kiss. Seto's eyes closed in acceptance as he brought his hands up to hold his Pharaoh's face. A few minutes later, Atem pulled away; lightly tracing his thumb across Seto's lower lip.

"Wouldn't you like to feel that…Lower?" Atem whispered; his right hand gently pulling on the lower robes that the Priest wore.

"D-Don't say things like that so lightly…! You're shameless!" Seto said as he gently pulled away, his robe fell slightly off his shoulder as he sat up within the carriage. "…Do you ever think the reason I don't say what you so desperately want me to, is because of situations like that?" He retorted.

"You know you love it though…So that can't be the only reason; if it's a reason at all." Another smirk curled around Atem's lips. Seto ignored his response; turning his attention to the now stopped carriage.

"…Besides…We've stopped moving…Haven't you noticed?"

"I didn't…I was too busy focusing all my attention on you…" The Pharaoh whispered. "…Though I wish you'd allow me to give you even more of my attention."

"…I'm nearly certain that's impossible…" Seto retorted somewhat angrily; the blush on his face however, gave away his true feelings. "…Regardless, I do have work to attend to today…"
The Pharaoh sighed disappointingly. He sat up slightly and gently took the Priest's hand in his; placing a small kiss on the inside of Seto's wrist. "…If you must go, go…But…I do love you, Seto."
Seto pulled his hand away slowly, and began fixing the disheveled look of his hair. Realizing there was not much helping it, he simply placed the stray hairs behind his ear.

"…You're always saying that...Atem." The Priest fixed his robe and pulled the curtain back on the carriage. Gently he stepped outside onto the hot sand. As the Priest walked slowly away from the carriage, Atem watched his Priest walk away through the pieces of cloth blowing in the wind. Softly, he whispered to himself.

"…Have fun at work, My Priest."