Ilana: okkay, so I know I never upload chapters this quickly, but I know that since school is starting i'm not gonna have any time to write for this story, so i wanted to get this chapter out of the way.

Artair: This is a damn long chapter!

Ilana: Yeah...I kinda realized after posting the previous chapter that I would need to give the readers at least one more "intimate" moment with our little love birds before one of them kicks the bucket.

Draystan: And what an intimate moment it is! *perverted grin* 1,360 words of pure, uncensored, unrated, smutty, lemony deliciousness!

Loralei:...yeah...like he said, there's gonna be a FULL LENGTH lemon and lime in this chapter. So, as i've said before, if you don't like hot dirty boy shmex, don't read that part. but seriously, why is it so long? I'm begining to think your an even bigger pervert than I already thought.

Ilana: *blushes* Well, this is the first time I'm writing a lemon and a lime from start to finish, and i wanted it to be good.

Drystan & Artair: YOU'VE SUCCEDED!

Loralei: T_T;; okkay, whatever. Ilana does not own Yu-Gi-Oh! and is in no way affiliated with it. she owns the plot, some purple hair dye and an empty wallet, and that's it!

Ilana: Enjoy! ^_^

"Send in the next accused!" Atemu called to the guards from his throne. This would be the last of his trials today, and he was eager for all the work to end.

In walked the guards with a man, his hands tied behind his back with a thick rope. Atemu looked him over, criticizing whether or not he seemed guilty based on his involuntary actions. "State the accusations against this man" the ruler said.

Isis stood from her post among the council. "This individual stands before the palace council, accused of thievery. The items in question which were stolen include several golden bracelets and three jeweled rings" she read out from her papyrus.

Ah, another one of these greedy fools, the Pharaoh thought as he let his analyzing of the man finish. He seemed to be middle aged, his hair already showing signs of balding, and he was quite portly. Do we even need to hold an actual trial for this one? He's obviously well off enough to eat himself obese, so clearly he would not be struggling to support himself or family. And if he was trying to help his family, he would have tried to steal food, not hard stones and pretty trinkets.

The accused man glared up at the Pharaoh and barked "What is the meaning of this? I've not stolen anything! You've no reason to believe that old storekeeper; he's not liked me for the longest time. And even if you did have reason to, there is no proof!" Bingo! We've got our thief. They always get irritatingly defensive, acting all high and mighty and demanding the evidence. Plus, I've seen him interact with that storekeeper before; they seemed to get along just fine.

"Silence!" Atemu called to the man. "We shall consult with the scales to see how much virtue you hold."

Priest Karim stepped forward and faced the convicted man, the Millennium Scale in his outstretched hands. He closed his eyes and his face became one of calm and intense concentration, then he spoke. "I call upon the power of Ma'at, the great goddess of truth, and request her divine judgment"

After the words were spoken, a small gust of wind blew through the windowless room. After the supernatural wind died down, a semitransparent feather appeared on the right side of the scales: the feather of Ma'at.

"Now, sir" Karim said, "Please state whether you are innocent or guilty of the crime which you have been charged of."

"Of course I am innocent, you fool! I did not steal those things!"

The left side of the scales dipped down. "The scales seem to show otherwise" Atemu commented.

The man's face reddened, and then he lashed out "THEY ARE LYING! I'VE NEVER STOLEN ANYTHING!"

At this outburst, the left side of the scales dipped so low that it seemed it might fall off.

"Well, it's obvious you're lying and have indeed attempted to steal the items in question. Now we will use the key to determine if your heart is truly as dark as it seems" Atemu announced.

Next, Priest Shada stepped out and approached the man. When he stood less than a foot in front of him, he raised the Millennium Key to the man's head and turned it, opening his mind to Shada.

As Shada looked around the man's soul room, he cringed in disgust. There were piles upon piles of gold and jewels, each covered in filthy grime. And surrounding each pile was a collection of bones and rotting flesh. This was all he needed to see, and quickly exited the criminal's mind.

"So? What is the nature of his heart?" Atemu inquired after it was clear that Shada had finished searching the man's mind.

Shada grimaced as he described his findings to the council. "This person's heart is black, without any sense of good. He is greedy to the extent that he will steal and even kill in order to acquire what he desires. Truly, it was one of the most horrid soul rooms I've ever encountered."

Atemu sighed and said "Well then, he is hereby sentenced to death by the sword. He will be executed tomorrow. Until then, he will remain in the dungeons." And with that, the guards led the criminal away, ignoring his cries and pleas for mercy.

When the room was silent again, Atemu dismissed the council and lingered at his seat on the throne. When everyone but him left, he gave a great big sigh and half-collapsed into his chair. Finally, the day is over. Just dinner left, and then… Atemu smirked. After several nights of exhaustion-induced abstinence, the young ruler was eager for one of his most favorite activities.

Atemu was brought back down to earth when he heard the doors to the throne room open, his little Heba peeking in. When said servant spotted Atemu his face lit up in a bright smile and he started a run towards him. Atemu's heart skipped a beat; his little Heba looked so cute, like a little kitten dashing to a ball of yarn. Heba slowed as he neared his master and said "Dinner will be served soon, my Pharaoh. Shall we head to the dining hall?" Atemu nodded and got up from his perch on the throne, and they left the throne room.

~~~~~~Later in the dining hall~~~~~~

Everyone was seated at the dining table and several servants were going around serving the meals. The six priests sat along the table, with Ambassador Pegasus and Duke sitting alongside them near the head of the table. Atemu sat at the head of the table with Heba situated right next to him. As Jōno put down Heba's plate he gave his little buddy a friendly smile. " I made sure ta cook your meat a little longer dan usual, seein' as dat's your favorite way of havin' it."

"Thank you Jōno. I really like it when the meat is really hot." Heba replied.

Jōno smirked as an idea formed in his head. He looked over to the Pharaoh, who was taking a sip of wine from a goblet. "Isn't dat right, Atemu?" Said ruler turned to the kitchen servant mid-sip. "That Heba here likes it really hot?"

Atemu almost choked on his wine, and his face now turned bright red at the innuendo. He sent a glare over to Jōno that said "was that really necessary?" At which Jōno chuckled and made an innocent face. Jōno, why are you torturing me like this? The worst part of it is-

"Atemu already knows how I like it. Right, Atemu?" Heba said with a smile.

...the worst part of it is that he doesn't pick up the sexual undertone.

Atemu buried his flaming face in his hands and replied "R-right…" Meanwhile, Jōno was trying desperately not to break down laughing.

A cough from Priest Seth sobered the kitchen servant, and said blonde headed toward the brunet with his meal, a scowl on this face. After setting down the food he turned to the priest and said with a sneer "Enjoy your meal."

Seth glared at Jōno, but could not deny that he did enjoy that he would be eating the food which was hand made by the blonde in front of him. With a smirk he remarked "Good boy, mutt. For fetching food for your master." Jōno bristled at the name, but refrained from voicing his discontent; the badmouthing priest was conveniently seated across from their guest the ambassador, and Jōno wouldn't want to shame the Pharaoh in any way by lashing out.

The ambassador across the table, however, had no sense of shame. "Ah~! 'Mutt', you say? Is that some sort of kink?" Pegasus asked with a smile. Both Seth and Jōno blushed at this. Jōno, because of how humiliating the insinuation was, and Seth, because of the mental images it brought about.

Ignoring their discomfort, Pegasus continued. "Then, would you mind being my puppy for tonight? I would do my best to make you howl."

Jōno gaped at the lecherous ambassador, mortified, and was just about to give him a piece of his mind when the blue eyed priest cleared his throat as a warning. The blonde snarled, but kept his words to himself. Instead Seth spoke, his face a picture of cold stoicism. "Ambassador Pegasus, please refrain from asking to bed the staff. Not only is it inappropriate and discomforting, but it would make it difficult for them to do their jobs properly. For example, were you to distract our chef here" he gestured toward Jōno, "then he would not be able to prepare the delicious meal you have before you."

This statement surprised the blonde, and he stared at the priest for a moment, a light pink dusting his cheeks. Dat's the first time he's ever referred ta me as a chef…and he said my cookin' was delicious. What da…dat actually made me…kinda happy… Jōno started to feel embarrassed by his thoughts so he decided to continue working in order to distract himself.

Dinner carried on, with good food, wine, banter, and a few less-than-appropriate comments from the ambassador. When everyone finished their meals the servants began taking in the used plates, and the Pharaoh, priests and guests headed toward their respective chambers; Atemu being one of the first to leave the dining hall, all but dragging Heba with him.

Atemu and Heba were both giggling like small children whilst they ran through the halls to the Pharaoh's chambers. But Atemu was a little bit faster and the little servant couldn't quite keep up. "Atemu, *huff* slow down a bit. *huff, huff* I can't keep up. I'm gonna trip!" he said giggling. Out of concern for his little lover, Atemu slowed their pace to quick walking then said "I'm sorry love, but I have not been able to have you for quite a while, and I do not wish to wait much longer." Then at last the door to his chambers was in front of the pair.

Almost immediately after they both slipped inside and closed the doors, Atemu pinned Heba to the wall and they engaged in a passionate kiss. Their tongues swept and grazed across each other and they engaged in a battle for dominance, which of course Atemu won. The ruler explored his beloved's mouth, loving the sweet taste that was his Heba, and making the little one moan into the kiss with every graze from him.

They both broke away panting, flushed and excited for more. Atemu carried his little lover over to the bed bridal style, and then unceremoniously dumped him on the sheets. Heba propped himself up on his elbows and watched his Pharaoh through half-lidded eyes crawl toward him. When Atemu was on top of him they engaged in another kiss, this one slower and more sensual. Heba wrapped his arms around Atemu's neck while Atemu caressed Heba's sensitive sides. Then Atemu's mouth left Heba's and he removed his crown and neckpiece-tunic before trailing a line of kisses down to Heba's chin then up his jawbone. When he reached the ear, the ruler whispered "You do not know how much I have missed your presence at night. Tonight I will make up for all the time we have lost." He licked and nipped the ear so as to justify his claim. "Ah!" Heba cried out and his back arched slightly. Atemu moved downward, kissing, sucking and biting Heba's neck, making sure to pay special attention to his pulse point, where he had learned was a very sensitive place on his little love.

Heba felt like he was being taken to heaven. The ministrations with Atemu's mouth to his neck and the gentle massaging of his sides and his thighs were burning his skin and making his blood boil. He felt the warm mouth leave his skin and noticed that Atemu was trying to take off his tunic. He lifted up his arms to assist then shivered as the cool night air wafted across his bare torso. The warmth returned to him when Atemu dove down and took his nipple in his mouth, making Heba purr with pleasure.

When Atemu felt that the rosy nub in his mouth had hardened, he moved on to the other side to repeat his ministrations. When he had finished with the other side, he licked a trail down Heba's stomach, stopping at the naval to dip his tongue in a few times. Heba was now panting quickly and heavily, but he wanted more. When he tried to voice his desires though, Atemu gave a bite to his skin causing him to cry out instead.

Atemu picked himself back up again so that he was face to face with his little panting Heba. They looked in each other's lust filled eyes and both felt a wave of pleasure go through them. "Atemu…please…stop teasing…" Heba panted to the man above him. Atemu smiled and kissed his nose. "As you wish, my little one."

With that, Atemu removed his and his lover's shenties, exposing them both to each other completely. Heba blushed as his master looked over his naked form, his gaze loving. "Beautiful" Atemu whispered before kissing the inside of Heba's thigh. Heba watched his lover at his perch between his legs. When their eyes locked, Atemu gave the top of Heba's already hard member a lick, causing him to shudder. Atemu continued to lick up and down the shaft, enjoying sounds his little lover emitted.

"P-please…mm…I said…stop teas- aaah!" Heba's member was suddenly engulfed in wet warmth and his mind turned to mush. He felt Atemu all around him, licking him, sucking him. It was overwhelming, and he couldn't put a coherent word together before it would be broken apart by moan after moan. Oh! I missed being with him so much, and now- Ah~! How could anything possibly feel this good? Gods, don't stop! More, more, more! Oh, Atemu, my one and only true god! Unnn, I'm- I'm- "Ah…Atemu…I can't….I'm gonn- ah...I…"

Atemu then quickened his pace, sucking harder, and Heba could take no more. He came hard, and Atemu drank it all in. Heba panted and looked down to his master, his eyes glazed over from his orgasm. Atemu was now licking Heba clean, causing the little servant to grow slightly hard again. When his little one was finally clean, Atemu came up and gave his beloved a soft kiss. When they broke apart, Heba giggled and Atemu gave him a questioning look. "Hee hee, now I fully understand the saying 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'."

Atemu chuckled. "Or maybe one should say 'absence makes the pleasure stronger'. In any case, the fun is only beginning, my little love" he said huskily in Heba's ear, causing him shiver in further anticipation. Atemu grabbed a vial of oil from his bedside and coated three of his fingers with the substance. He gave his lover a warning before circling his entrance with one of the coated fingers, and then slowly pushed the finger in.

It didn't hurt Heba, but it did feel a little uncomfortable. Atemu slipped in a second finger then started moving them around, trying to stretch the ring of muscles. Heba winced bit as the fingers started scissoring him. Atemu saw this and decided to change tactics, instead moving the fingers around again. Now where was it…?

"Ah!" Heba cried as his prostate was brushed, and Atemu smirked in victory. There we go. He pressed on the bundle of nerves a few more times, turning all of his little one's pain and discomfort into pleasure, and put in his third finger. When the Pharaoh felt that Heba was prepared enough, he pulled out his fingers, earning a small disappointed whine.

"And now for the best part" Atemu said as he aligned his already throbbing erection to Heba's entrance. With a slow but steady push Atemu breached his lover, going in all the way to the hilt. The warmth around his member was wonderful, and the ruler desperately wanted to start moving, but he wanted his beloved to have time to adjust.

Heba's arms were wrapped around Atemu's back, his fingers gripping his skin as he tried to relax to the intrusion. When he was more comfortable he pushed his lips to Atemu's for a chaste kiss, so as to tell him he was ready. The ruler slowly pulled out and thrust back in again, getting a small gasp from the body below him. He continued at the slow pace until he heard a change in the voice from below him. "Oh!" Heba called out as his prostate had been hit.

With this incentive, Atemu quickened his pace, aiming for the blessed bundle of nerves within his lover, reveling in the sinful sounds he was making. "Ah…aaah…oh…mm…hnnn…Ate- oh!..." Damn, he's so tight. He feels so warm. Oooh! It's like I'm gonna melt! And the sounds he's making – I could come from that alone.

Heba wrapped his legs around Atemu, driving the ruler deeper into him. This added to their euphoria, and soon they were both moving with each other in a made up rhythm of heat and pleasure. Their pulses both racing, their skin both slicked with sweat, their thoughts both on the same thing: each other.

Atemu could feel his end coming and decided to try something. He picked up Heba's body, while still continuing to thrust in and out of it, and made it so that they were both in the sitting position, with Heba straddling Atemu's lap. The new leverage caused Heba's prostate to be hit more powerfully, and drove Atemu into him, if possible, even deeper than before.

"Atemu~, ah, ah! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh, Atemu, mm!"

"My Heba, so tight, so hot! Hnnn, ahhh, oh, oh, ooh, oh!"

Their arms were tightly wrapped around one another as they bounced, rocked and thrusted their bodies together. And when their end arrived, they both came with a cry of the other's name. They collapsed onto the bed, spent, satiated and panting. Atemu pulled his little Heba close to his chest and nuzzled his face in the little one's hair.

"I love you so much, my Heba. Every day I thank the gods for bringing you to me. I do not think I would be able to bear a life without you" Atemu whispered.

Heba smiled, feeling very much content and loved. "And I you, my Pharaoh, my Atemu. I pray every morning and evening that Hathor watches over us, and keeps our hearts intertwined. I love you, Atemu."

The little servant started to doze off, laying his head on his master's chest. Atemu watched his little one for a few moments, playing with his silky tri-colored hair. Unfortunately, being the attentive and caring lover that he was, Atemu realized that he and his beloved would both need water, lest they wake up dehydrated and hoarse later. The Pharaoh carefully laid his love on the bed and told him that he would be right back, and to try to stay awake a bit longer. Heba nodded, and Atemu put on his shenti and made his way out of the chamber and toward the kitchen.

After waiting the agreed two hours, Duke slipped out of his master and his chamber, a dagger in his hand. The hallways were dark, but would echo any and all noises too loud. So he slowly walked down the hallways leading to the Pharaoh's chambers.

When Atemu arrived at the kitchen he noticed that some of the torches inside were lit and that someone was sitting at a cooking table. After walking further into the room, Atemu realized it was Heba's friend Jōno. He had a half finished plate of food before him, but seemed to be lost in thought, not even noticing the Pharaoh until he was right in front of him.

"Oh, Your Highness! Sorry, I didn't notice ya came in. Do ya need anythin'?" he asked getting up from his seat.

Atemu nodded and replied "Yes, I need some water for Heba and myself."

With that, Jōno grabbed two goblets and poured some water from a jug into them. He handed them to the Pharaoh with a curt bow of his head. The ruler took a long drink from his own goblet, enjoying the cool relief it brought to his throat. He turned to Jōno and requested, "Would you walk with me back to my chamber? It would be more pleasant to have one to talk with on the way."

Jōno complied and they headed out of the kitchen. Jōno looked to the ruler for a second then grinned. "Ya know, Pharaoh, Heba seems ta have been smilin' more prominently for da past year. I have ya to thank for dat" Atemu smiled himself, thinking of his little beloved's radiant expression. "I remember when he first came to da palace, damn he was so shy. When I first met him he wouldn't smile at all. Turned out he became a slave after his family died, and he was feelin' really depressed. And some of da other slaves would bother him about his attitude, so I'd help him out and we sorta became friends from d'ere." Atemu's smile wavered a bit; he remembered when Heba told him about his family, how much he hated the forlorn expression that inhabited Heba's beautiful features.

"But den one day ya walked in on him bein' beaten by da others. I don't know what possessed ya ta save him and make him your personal servant, but after ya did he slowly became so much happier. And after ya two became lovers, he seems ta radiate Ra's light." Jōno finished.

Atemu sighed and said "I too feel that Heba is the one who took me out of the dark. I can't help but be in love with him." Jōno thought about what the Pharaoh had said, then asked "Hey, um…how did ya know ya were in love with him? I mean, how did it start out for ya?" The question took Atemu by surprise, but the look on the kitchen servants face showed more than mere curiosity. He looks a bit troubled by something

Atemu started "Well…it would be conceited to say that it was love at first sight for me, but it was certainly close to that." Jōno was confused, but allowed the pharaoh to continue. "When I saw him after he first arrived at the palace, my first thoughts on him were that he was cute. He seemed to give off innocence. But, as you said, he seemed very sad and he didn't smile. One day as I was passing by the slaves' quarters I happenchance saw him with another small slave. The other slave was crying and Heba was trying to comfort him. When the other slave finally calmed down, he smiled at Heba, and Heba smiled back. That was the first time I had seen that expression on him, and I became intrigued by him. I found my eyes following him whenever he was in the same room, and I realized that I had really grown to like him very much. That day he was being tormented by those other slaves, I couldn't stop myself from interfering. I used that occurrence as an excuse to make him my personal servant, to be closer to him. And while he worked for me I made sure to be extra patient with him; I wanted him to at least like me enough to want to serve me. When he cried I would hold him until he calmed. I would listen to his troubles and try to give him solace. When I saw that he felt lonely, I would call him to me and try to bring forth that amazing smile of his. He soon started coming to me of his own accord, and he would smile when greeting me. Before I knew it, I was completely and utterly enamored with Heba."

Jōno was amazed by Atemu's story. "And how did da two of you finally come together as lovers? I asked Heba many times but he just dismisses da question and changes da subject."

"Well, in a twisted way, we were brought together by the very same bastard whose been staying at the palace the past few days" Atemu chuckled darkly. Jōno cringed. I can only imagine what da bastard tried ta do to my little buddy. And also…. The blonde blushed as he voiced his next question.

"Um…in general, how would one know…if dey liked someone?" This question had been bothering Jōno. Since dinner, his mind had been completely taken over by the cold, blue-eyed Priest Seth. He could not understand why either. But his words had kept replaying in his head since they were spoken, and Jōno couldn't even finish his own dinner while having the broken record of the priest's voice in his mind.

Atemu looked over to the blonde, a fair idea of who was on his mind. Heba had informed Atemu that his cousin Seth harbored feelings for the kitchen servant, but expressed them with teasing and mockery. Heba also said that Jōno might have feelings for the priest as well, just he didn't understand what they were, or even if they were negative or positive. The Pharaoh sighed. "I suppose it differs from person to person. It could be something like your heart speeding up when you see the one you like, or maybe feeling warmth in your heart from something they say or do. Perhaps thinking of the person excessively is the most common tell."

Jōno gulped and was glad the hallways were dark as his blush darkened.

There it is: the Pharaoh's chambers. Duke opened the doors and slipped inside quickly, using the shadows in the room to ensure that even if he was heard, he would not be seen. Finally he stood next to the bed. He looked over the sheets, only seeing the back of a tri-colored head of hair peeking out of the covers. He smirked. This will be too easy.

As the two neared the Pharaoh's chamber, Jōno thanked Atemu for his advice. "It was no trouble at all. Thank you for the water and…for…the…." Atemu trailed off as he noticed the doors to his chamber were opened, even though he knew he had closed them when he left. Jōno noticed the Pharaoh's discomforted gaze on the door and approached the room with him.

They were not prepared for what they saw when they opened the offending doors. There was Duke, standing over Atemu's bed, a dagger in his hand. And that dagger was embedded in Heba's chest.

Loralei: NOOOOOO!1!111!one! SUCH AN EVIL CLIFFY!

Ilana: I know, but i had to stop writing.

Artair: Well, damn, woman! You are such a teaser

Drystan: I know! WHY? WHY? WHYYYY?

Loralei: Your just upset because now no one's gonna get laid for a while.

Drystan:...guilty as charged

Ilana: Okkay, aI know some people are gonna come at me with axes and pitchforks for ending it like this, but, until next time! BYEZ!