A.N. Hey, Ruby of Raven here!

I've gotten a few reviews for this story and I really appreciated them. So, thank you, if I haven't told you so already. I hope you enjoy this next chapter, it's a little longer than the first. Enjoy! XD

Since I haven't said this already, I'll say it now incase you guys are confused. I DO NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh! If I did, then Seto would be the main character since I love him so much.

Chapter 2: Saved

Yami's POV

Waking up, I'm not surprised to find myself alone in my priest's king sized bed with my arms wrapped around a pillow. Even back in Egypt he was an early riser.

'My pharaoh, you're going to be late.' A tan hand ran through my wild hair as I opened my eyes to the brightness of the morning. 'Your advisers are expecting you," he told me, smiling that dazzling smile of his that actually reached his icy, blue eyes.

I shake my head to rid the memory from me. Those visions from my past seem to be coming to me more frequently now. It seemed to all start once me and Seto started going out. I'd like to think that it means what I'm doing is right. I'm with Seto, my past lover's reincarnation. What could be wrong with that? We were, and are, clearly meant to be together now, to make up for all the lost time me and Seth could have spent together had I not been locked away with the other Millennia Items.

Yawning, I sit up in bed so I can face the darkness of the room. It truly is so very dark in comparison to the one from my memory. The curtains always seem to be drawn, letting little light through, and the room was made to be sound proof so you cannot even hear the birds chirping outside and they cannot hear you. Should the curtains be removed to let light in, all that would be seen would be blue and white to resemble the CEO who sleeps here. Perhaps I should bring it up to him. Maybe once he understands how it's not just him who sleeps here anymore he might be willing to change some of the decor.

After I play out the suggested scenario in my head, I can tell that it won't work, or, rather, that it might but I'd have to be willing to fight him for it. He always was too stubborn for his own good.

I run my hand through my hair absent-mindedly just as my priest had done before I realize what I'm doing. It's at this time I figure it would be best to get out of bed and go take a shower. There's no point in me thinking about Seth when I have Seto. Although, is it really so bad to keep having these visions of my priest? Seth and Seto share a soul, do they not?

Still pondering the difference between past and present, I don't even notice Seto's favorite pair of boots still sitting next to his closest, ready to be worn but left forgotten. Nor do I notice much of anything until I reach the CEO's bathroom.

"What the..?!" There, in the mirror, is my reflection, and on my face there is drawn, in black sharpie, a huge penis.

Seto's POV

"You think he's figured out we took him, yet?"

"No, it'll take him at least an hour to get past what we did to him. After that, then maybe he'll realize it." There's a snicker that follows the statement and it makes my head hurt. I wish the two of them, I'm assuming there's only two of them, would just leave. I don't need to wake up someplace blindfolded, gagged, tied to a chair with a splitting head-ache, and the dumb asses, who've decidedly kidnapped me, being loud and obnoxious.

"So, what should we do with him till the Pharaoh comes for him?" Great, they have something against Yami. Why don't they take it out on him instead of dragging me into this? He was right fucking there, lying in bed sound asleep! What's the point in any of this?!

There's a pause before the other man replies. "I'm sure we could think of something." The voice sounds like it's getting closer to me. Not only that, but I'm finally awake enough to realize that both of these voices are familiar, the last one that spoke I could even pick up an British accent on.

Something brushes up against my cheek, a hand perhaps, and I jerk away. "Oh, I see he's awake." The non-British sounding one is right in front of me. So, where's the British one?

"Yes, he is, isn't he?" An arm drapes itself across my chest from behind in a loose hold. I suppose that answers where the British one went. "Relax, Seto." A hand strokes my hair in a supposedly comforting way as the voice continues, "This is for you're own good. You'll thank us for it later."

I disagree with his statement and try to show them as much when I try to shake the man off of me, but it proves ineffective on account of my limited movement. I can't help but let out a growl of frustration at this.

"Kura, I don't think he agrees." The man in front of me, I presume since the other one still hasn't moved, takes my chin in his hand and lifts it so that I'd probably be able to look him in the eye if not for the blindfold in the way. "Seto, we're sorry for whisking you away so suddenly, but the Pharaoh isn't good for anyone to be around, especially you. You deserve someone better." There's that hand again, caressing my cheek how a lover would. A simple romantic gesture like this, I realize, Yami has never actually done for me. What's worse is that I seem to be leaning into the touch. My breath hitches as a result because I never thought I'd actually want to be touched so gently. I've always thought it too sentimental, I've never been one for emotions like this. I'm not supposed to feel this way. I'm not supposed to like this even remotely.

I try to pull away from the hand, but the grip on my chin won't let me and neither will the hand in my hair. I find this utterly maddening, I have no control over any of this.

The person behind me, Kura, breathes against my cheek as he goes and puts his head on my shoulder. "Believe us, Seto. We saved you. Be thankful of that, because if you were anyone else, we would have left you to the Pharaoh."

My brain is finally, ever so slowly, starting to connect the dots between the voices and the brief glimpses I got of them from before. I can't believe it took me this long, but between the drug in my system, my head-ache, and the unexpected touches, my brain just couldn't be as sharp as it usually is.

"Mmm... He's thinking again, Kura," says the voice in front of me, so close now to the other side of my face that I can feel his breath on me as well.

The British one made a humming noise. "He's always thinking something or another."

"Yes, but he was thinking particularly hard after that last thing you said."

"We can't have that, now can we?" I can't help the shiver that goes up my spine.

The hand on my cheek moves down to brush against my neck. "No, we can't have you thinking so hard. You deserve to relax after dealing with the Pharaoh so much." The hand is back up on my cheek again, edging towards the back of my head. "Don't you agree, Seto?"

The blindfold and the gag fall away, allowing me to open my eyes.

They're both in front of me now: Yami Bakura and Yami Marik, waiting for my answer.