***Request for Monarchshipping (For them to **** until they pass out). I didn't even know this was a thing, and at first it didn't make sense to me, but then I thought of Geminshipping and was like, well . . . yeah . . . but I've never read any Monarch or even seen headcanons on Tumblr, so I just wrote a really weird thing that's a mix between a incubus au and an Ancient Egyptian au.***

Atem woke up to the image of his own eyes staring back at him. At least, they looked the same shade of magenta. The hair was also the same, a spray of black, pink, and gold. At the same time . . . there was something wrong with the face. Not just because it was pale, the color of white orchid petals instead of Atem's smooth almond hue, there was something in the copy's expression that made him different.

"Are you a demon?" Atem asked. He wanted to sit up, but his copy had him pinned to the bed.

"I'm you."

Atem stared a moment longer, thinking about it. "You're darker than me. I don't want to be you."

The creature snorted, shrugged. His clothes were strange. He didn't wear a shenti or robe. His clothing was stitched to fit his body shape. Both the black and dark blue colors were darker than Atem had seen in cloth before, although the shinny black didn't seem like proper cloth.

The copy smirked. "You're staring."

"You're strange," Atem snapped back. "What's your name?"

He looked off to the side, as if trying to remember. "Yami."

Like the clothes, the name sounded foreign somehow, but Atem nodded to acknowledge it. "What do you want, Yami?"

Yami leaned forward, eyes big and voracious. "I want . . . to be whole. I want your memories."

Atem blinked, trying to back away but he was already pressed into his pillow. "My . . . memories? How will that make you whole?"

"Because I'm you, but I'm incomplete."

"Are . . . you going to steal my memories, then?"

Yami chuckled. "No. I would never hurt you. We can share them."

Yami closed the gap between them, pressing their lips together. Atem reached up, trying to push the not-quite-him away, but once he realized Yami wasn't hurting him, Atem relaxed and allowed the kiss.

Yami pulled away and licked his lips. "We've lived here our whole lives, in this palace."

Atem nodded, wondering what memory the creature (he had trouble seeing it as himself still) saw with the kiss.

"I need more." Yami stole Atem's mouth again. He combed Atem's hair with his fingers and pulled the covers away from his naked body.

Yami pulled back again, slipping off his strange garments. "It's not fast enough. I need more."

Atem watched with his mouth ajar and his eyes blinking. Yami was a touch thinner, bones peaking from his white skin. He did have an "incomplete" sort of look as thin as his body was, but it wasn't unattractive. When Yami squirmed his way between Atem's legs, Atem's heart started pounding, realization hitting him all at once.

"Wait. I have almond oil. Let me get ready first."

But Yami didn't seem interested in waiting. He looked wild with need. He rammed into Atem's body. Atem held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut. He expected pain and friction, but it didn't feel that way at all. Yami slipped in without issue, and once inside Atem gasped because it felt like an oncoming storm in his loins.

"More . . . please . . . more," Yami begged, mouth open in a silent scream as he pushed deep and hard into Atem's body.

Atem wrapped his legs around his darker counterpart, squeezing his thighs around him and bucking back with each thrust. Their mouths clashes together, wet and eager. They didn't look exactly the same, but they moved exactly the same, slamming their hips together at the exact same moment, making sure each thrust was as hard and true as possible.

Atem shuddered, feeling himself climb.

"Wait," Yami hissed. "Wait, a little longer . . . I'm almost whole."

Atem sighed, trying to calm his racing heart with slow breaths, but it wasn't easy to ease back from the mysterious edge of which he was about to hurtle past. Yami moaned, tugging at Atem's hair and somehow going faster. Atem couldn't match his pace, it wasn't quite human, just as Yami had a sense of not being quite human, but it was an amazing feeling, that slick, maddening speed pumping in and out of his body.

"Yami - I can't wait - please . . ."

Yami bit Atem's bottom lip, drawing a drop of blood. He grabbed Atem's shaft and started twisting his wrist up and down with the same speed as he thrust. Atem grabbed Yami's hair, realizing the texture was a little different, a little softer, but he couldn't think of it for long because the storm building inside him broke, bringing a downpour of physical gratification.

Then Atem felt like he was falling, falling forever downward into cool darkness, but he wasn't afraid because Yami held him. He saw a vision, endless black, lonely, millennia of black, and then . . . another world opened before Atem. The world Yami knew, friends for the first time after thousands of years, and games . . . dark games.

Atem tried to hold onto the vision, tried to absorb it all, but his mind slipped down deeper, past memories and past visions, into sleep.