Kaiba woke up slowly to the sound of birds chirping up a storm overhead, and he rolled over, his skin sticking to the rough cotton sheets.

Hissing in annoyance, he sat up slowly, avoiding the patch of sunlight coming in through the bars of his window. He was stiff all over from sleeping on this bed stuffed with dried leaves. He missed his soft mattresses and silk sheets.

The list of items he missed was growing longer by each passing day.
A proper bathroom with a shower would be nice.
A working toilet would also be nice.
Having been woken up at random times during the day and marched out of the hut at spearpoint, only to be led to a hole dug in the ground was humiliating.

The only upside was this wonderful spring to bathe in, but the water led to the outside, and the hole in the wall where the water flowed out of was also letting in all the mosquitoes.

Kaiba now counted eight bites dotting his thighs and arms, and they itched horribly.

The ointment for his sunburns soothed the bites, but the medicine was only brought to him two times a day, even though his burns had healed at least three days ago.

Sitting on the edge of a flat rock and dipping his feet into the hot water, Kaiba gazed down at his pale knees, wondering how many days had passed.

It was too hard to keep track.
Everything happened in a slow blur.
He'd wake up, sweaty and disgusting. Then, he'd sit in the spring for what felt like an hour, and then pace the room, listening to the people outside start their day.
He was bored out of his mind, tired of being alone with his thoughts and wishing there was something he could do with his hands. Anything. Would they let him weave a mat?
Because fuck, he was bored!

His door was only opened when someone brought him food, medicine, or water.
The faces he saw were different too.
He no longer saw the queen or her spiky-haired servant.
The person he saw the most was the bald man carrying the spear who would take him to his bathroom breaks and stare off into the distance with a dark look on his face while Kaiba hastily did his business.

The food being brought to him was frightening. Yesterday, there was a whole roasted cicada on his plate—wings still intact and all, and Kaiba nearly hurled at the sight.

It was also steadily getting filthier in the hut, and Kaiba desperately tried to keep his surroundings clean, but it was near impossible. People entered the hut wearing sandals, tracking in dirt on the woven mats.

His sheets were basically sweat rags now, and if no one came to collect the plate after his meal, the items he chose not to eat would begin to smell.

I can't live like this! Kaiba thought wildly, gripping his hair and hating how it was clumpy and greasy between his fingertips. I need to do something! Anything!

He stepped out of the water and froze in terror when he saw a large snake, curled happily in the middle of his bed, nested in the sheets comfortably. His vision went green and Kaiba gripped the stone doorframe, seeing the snake raise its head to stare at him.
He stared back at it, wondering what he should do.

Outside, Atem was having a heated discussion with his advisors, and he was losing.

"Your bedwarmer behaves so lazily," Marik said, and people nodded in agreement. "He never leaves his hut. We wait on him hand and foot. Atem, I demand that you do something about this."

"He can't," Mana said sourly, giving the king a dark look. "Atem has been avoiding him. It's been eight days since he last went in there to see him."

"Does that man expect to carry on like this forever?" Shadi asked gruffly, crossing his arms angrily. "He behaves like a pregnant woman. Eating, sleeping, bathing non-stop—"

A loud shout echoed through the trees and everyone in the hut perked their ears up.

"…And he screams like a woman too," Mahad added unhelpfully. "Who wants to tend to him? I elect Atem."

Atem grit his teeth and curled his fingers over his knees, realizing he couldn't refuse now.

Inside his hut, Kaiba was wondering why no one was coming in to fucking save him, because the snake had slithered off the bed and was advancing towards him.
It was green and thicker than his arm.
Longer than his entire body.
Its eyes were black and beady. And it was fast. It moved with precision.

"Fuck…FUCK!" Kaiba edged around the wall and hated how the snake's head followed his every move. There was nothing in the hut he could use as a weapon. He'd stored the fish skewers away to use as chopsticks, but they weren't nearly sharp enough to stab anything to death!

To his relief, his door was shoved open and the pretty, spiky-haired man stood in the doorway, glaring.

Kaiba pointed at the snake with a shaking finger, and Atem's eyes widened slowly.

Ah, that's harmless, Atem thought dryly, and he turned to go.

"Wait! Oh my fucking god! Kill it!" Kaiba cried, dashing out the door and cursing when his heel landed painfully on a thick branch.

Atem sighed and bent down to pull the branch out from under Kaiba's foot and walked inside the hut to deal with the snake. Kaiba held his breath as he watched the man bend down, shove the branch underneath the snake and waited for it to curl around the entire thing.

When the snake was safely attached to the branch, Kaiba watched with bated breath as the man deposited it against a tree, far away from the huts, and threw his hands up in the air as if to say, "there!"

Kaiba let out a sigh of relief and heard a giggle behind him.

Horrified, he turned around to see a small crowd had gathered to gape at him, and his hands instantly went down to cover his parts, but it was too late. The children were laughing and pointing at him, and the women were also laughing at him.

Kaiba blinked rapidly, his cheeks burning.
The men wore dark looks and none of them wanted to make eye-contact with him.

Oh, they're…laughing because…I can't deal with a fucking snake, Kaiba realized hazily, his knees growing weak.

"Nothing to see here," Atem fumed, flushing with embarrassment. "Please go about your day."

Kaiba swallowed thinly, watching as the spiky-haired man shooed people away and turned to give him an exasperated look.

"I hate snakes. I hate the outside. The inside was invented for a reason!" Kaiba insisted, keen on defending himself, and the spiky-haired man ignored him, stepping into the hut to grab the grass loincloth and toss it at his face.

Kaiba caught it and hastily put it on, hating how thin and revealing it was, but it was better than nothing.

Atem raked his gaze down the man's pale body, taking in his extremely slender frame and his lack of strength. Both of Mahad's arms were thicker than the entire width of this man's frail body. He really wasn't built to survive.
What was he good for then?

Bed warming. I see it now, Atem realized, shaking his head to himself and wondering how he could at least get the man to work a little. He would start small, because if this man was scared of a harmless green snake, he was probably also scared of other ridiculous things.

Kaiba stood awkwardly at the doorway of his hut, feeling oddly exposed at the way the man was staring him down. He was being sized up.

Because he thinks I'm a fucking weakling! Kaiba realized, setting his jaw and holding his ground when he saw the pretty, large-breasted queen walk towards them.

Mana approached Atem and set a pair of freshly made sandals on the ground by his feet.

"Finished!" She sang, and she spared a smile for the handsome foreigner before walking away.

Kaiba blinked, confused by that interaction. Was she not the queen?

"Great. Put them on," Atem instructed, grabbing the sandals and tossing them at Kaiba, seeing the man fumble to catch them, and he sighed again.

Kaiba held the shoes away and arm's length, wondering if they'd even fit him. They were well-made but…strappy. Too many laces were attached to them, and Kaiba snuck a glance at the spiky-haired man's sandals, noting that the strings went all the way past his knees.

I can fucking do this, Kaiba chanted to himself, wondering if he should sit down to put them on when he heard the man sigh irritably again.

He doesn't know how to lace up his shoes! Atem thought frantically. Deciding he couldn't stomach another public humiliation, Atem grabbed the man by his wrist and dragged him inside the hut.

Kaiba wasn't ready to be yanked forward so suddenly. He stumbled and tripped on the top step, cursing under his breath.

Atem shut his eyes and counted to ten, willing himself to remain patient. This man was doomed. He would not have survived being put to work in another village.

Mustering up his strength, Atem pushed the man down into a sitting position on the bed and knelt quickly to help him with his shoes. To his supreme annoyance, pale hands came down and slapped him away.

Kaiba resisted the urge to kick out, wondering why he was being babied. He knew how to tie his own damn shoes!

The spiky-haired man fought him with surprising strength, and Kaiba ended up giving up, letting him lace the straps all the way up to his calves.

Atem rested his hand on the man's knee and stared into his face for a very long time, his heart skipping nervous beats when he met an unfaltering, clear blue gaze.

"You're going to sweep the hut today," Atem said slowly, knowing the man couldn't understand him, but he was too annoyed to care anymore. "You're going to replace these mats and change your sheets. Mana will help you. Don't…" He tightened his fingers around the man's knee, and Kaiba's breath caught painfully in his chest when his skin burned oddly at the touch.

"Don't fail," Atem said nervously, wondering how the man could mess up weaving mats, but he had a feeling he'd find out.

Kaiba stared blankly at the spiky-haired man's mouth, his ears buzzing with the strange sounds of his language. Was he being scolded? Sure sounded like it.

"I hate snakes," Kaiba said flatly, still trying to defend himself as the man stood up and walked out of the tent, leaving a ghostly, burning handprint on his knee.

Rubbing the skin nervously, Kaiba rose to his feet and stepped out of the hut, wondering if he was going to be stabbed for doing so. No one was paying him any attention. The bald man with the spear was nowhere to be seen.

Oh shit. They're leaving me alone! Kaiba thought wildly, now fully appreciating the shoes.

The girl with large breasts approached him with her arms full of twine, and Kaiba instantly recognized them as the ones used in the mats.

Fucking finally! Kaiba was relieved they were letting him do something.

"This way," Mana said sweetly, looping her arm through the man's elbow and leading him over to the workstations. "I'll show you…."

Kaiba listened intently to her speaking, trying to pick apart sounds, but he gave up after a while. They arrived in another tiny clearing circled with logs, and Kaiba noticed one lone man hanging the completed mats up between trees to dry.

This was where they did the weaving. Very cool.

He watched the girl deposit the twine beside a stack of already-woven mats and pointed at it, still speaking. Kaiba guessed she wanted him to tie the mats together.

He nodded to show that he understood, and he received a funny look from her before she walked away, leaving him alone with the other man in the clearing.

This is my chance, Kaiba thought excitedly, kneeling and running his hands along the finished, unbound mats, trying to figure out how he could improve the design for his own comfort.
The current mats were good, but it could be better.
There were gaps where the straws met and weren't woven together tightly enough.
The current square pattern required many strands when they could simplify and use a different method.
They also had a raw edge, where stray bits and pieces stuck out.
That was the most irritating thing, because when put together on the floor, they'd poke his bare feet.

Determined, Kaiba decided to ignore the task of binding the mats together so he could re-engineer the mats from the start, right from the way they were woven together.

He walked over to the pile of dried straw and knelt over them, sifting through them to find ones that were all the same length. This would be the most time-consuming task, but the end result would be so worth it.

The man hanging up the mats gave him a strange look and walked over to stand beside him, pointing at the twine and talking.

Kaiba looked up at him and shook his head stubbornly. This man had dark eyes and a tattooed face. He was frowning slightly, and Kaiba took this chance to point at the pieces of straw, holding up the long strands in his fist and setting them aside.

The man stared at him for a long moment before he agreed and knelt beside him to help him sift through it all. Two pairs of hands worked faster than one, and soon, they had a large pile of long strands.

Satisfied, Kaiba smiled at the man, and the man smiled back wearily.

Without wasting a moment, Kaiba began braiding the pieces together in a V formation, and made sure to give the ends a good, solid tugs to keep it tight, and he heard the man mumble something beside him.

Kaiba paused and watched the man lay the pieces together and attempt to copy him, but he was clumsier and started the braid too loosely. Reaching over to help, Kaiba undid the man's work and patiently showed him how to start the mat.

The man nodded repeatedly and grabbed another set of long straws. He slowly tied it together seamlessly and held the braided pattern up for Kaiba to inspect.

Kaiba nodded happily and beamed.
The man beamed back at him and clapped him on the shoulder, praising him in a happy tone.

Kaiba nodded again and bent his head down to continue diligently, enjoying the silent camaraderie he'd established with this man.

They wove the mats quickly, and when it started getting longer, Kaiba laid his piece together with the one the man had made and handed him the end.

The man nodded enthusiastically, and together, they combined their pieces to make a wider one. After a while, they had a sizable mat, and Kaiba took this chance to sit on it, relieved that nothing poked his bare skin because the loin cloth didn't protect his backside at all.

The man joined him and patted his brow, indicating they should rest, and Kaiba made a cupping motion to his mouth. Water.

The man nodded and rose to his feet, offering him a hand up, and patting the other hand to his chest.

"Rishid," the man said, and Kaiba blinked rapidly, understanding that it was his name.

"Seto," Kaiba replied, accepting the man's hand and letting him pull him to his feet.

The man smiled warmly at him and led him through the trees. Kaiba thought they were going back to the huts, but after a moment, when they passed an unfamiliar thicket of trees, he realized they were going somewhere else.

Nervous, Kaiba followed Rishid closely and was relieved when they finally stopped at a thin stream with a tiny, trickling waterfall.

Running…water! Kaiba bit the inside of his cheek and wondered if he could finally wash his hair.

He leapt over the mossy rocks and waded towards the waterfall, drenching himself completely and sighing with relief. It wasn't a very powerful waterfall, but it was moving water. Thank fuck!

He reached his hands up and ruffled his hair madly, hearing the man laugh at him, but he ignored it. His hair was finally going to be clean. Holy fuck. He should've been paying attention to where the hell they were going so he could come here again.

Sopping wet and feeling quite refreshed, Kaiba stepped out of the stream and saw the man gesture for him to follow.

Kaiba nodded and stuck closely behind him, noting that this man was just as tall as he was, but twice as muscular. They approached a small stack of stones with a thick branch lying over the top and Kaiba realized it was a well.

The man leaned forward to toss the bucket down and reeled it up slowly, handing it to him first.

Kaiba nodded gratefully and drank quickly, enjoying the cool, refreshing taste. He drained the bucket of water and handed it empty to Rishid, who tossed it down and reeled it back up again, filled to the brim. They took turns drinking until the bucket was empty and shared a brief smile.

Rishid threw the bucket back inside the well and gestured for Seto to follow, his mind churning with questions. This man was extremely intelligent and hardworking. Everyone had the wrong idea about him maybe because he was being treated like a woman by Atem.
Did he want to be treated differently?

Stepping back into the clearing with the logs, Kaiba went straight back to the pieces they had made and wondered if he could layer them to make them thicker. No. It would waste their time— Kaiba was jolted out of his thoughts by a warm hand on his leg, and he stared at Rishid, wondering what it was.
Was there a spider nearby?
A poisonous lizard? Another snake?
Why was the man touching him on his leg?

To his rising horror, the hand was sliding up his leg, and fingers brushed dangerously against the edge of his loincloth, and Kaiba jerked back instinctively and gave the man a rough shove.

Holy shit! He was being propositioned!

Backing away nervously, Kaiba scanned the clearing for something he could use as a weapon. Did this guy want to fuck him or was he just curiously touching him because of the color difference?

Clenching his fists, Kaiba stood his ground and wondered if he'd lose in a fight against this muscular man.

Rishid held his hands out defensively, protesting, "I'm offering you better treatment! I don't think Atem would mind!"

Kaiba narrowed his eyes at the man, wondering what he was saying. An apology?

"You don't understand?" Rishid asked quietly, rising to his feet and approaching the man slowly, seeing him tense and look instantly angry.

"Or is that you prefer him?" He pressed, and the man's blue eyes darted to the side, either saying 'yes' or looking for an exit.

"Come on…" Rishid took another step forward and reached his hand out in a friendly gesture.

Kaiba ground his teeth and took a step back.
What was this guy's issue?!
What had he done to invite this behavior?
The shared drinking from the bucket?
Or their casual hand-touching when weaving the mat?

If he takes another step, I'll punch him, Kaiba decided, curling and uncurling his fists at his sides.

"Booyyys!"

Mana drifted through the trees, calling out to them in a singsong voice. "Are you hungryyy? Marik caught a—"

She stopped a few feet away from the clearing, seeing Rishid facing off with the foreigner while a half-finished mat lay discarded on the ground between them. A fight?

"Oh, come on, really?" Mana cried, plopping herself down on a log and drawing her knees to her chest. "Okay, fight then! I'll call the others!"

"We aren't fighting," Rishid said stiffly.

Kaiba saw his salvation and ran to her side, making sure to stand behind her and continued glaring at the man with the tattooed face.

Mana whipped her head around, wondering why the man was hiding behind her, and she caught a wide-eyed look of fear in his blue eyes.

"You scared him," Mana sighed. "This man is scared of the sun. You can't treat him like that, you know?"

"Treat him like what?" Atem prompted, coming up behind Kaiba and giving him a fright.

Thank fuck, Kaiba thought nervously, edging around the spiky-haired man and standing directly behind him, keen on putting as much distance between himself and Rishid's tattooed face.

"See?" Mana cried, pointing at Kaiba. "He's acting like a frightened animal. You did something to him, didn't you?"

"I did not!" Rishid lied vehemently, his ears turning red, and Atem frowned.
He wasn't sure what to think.
On one hand, the pale-skinned man was easily frightened.
On the other, Rishid was known to be a cunning trickster.

I'm done with this shit, Kaiba thought darkly, deciding it was indeed safer back inside his hut.

He turned to leave, and the spiky-haired man followed him, raining questions down upon him.

"What happened? You can tell me," Atem pressed, following the man through the trees and seeing him pause in his step, clearly lost.

Kaiba glanced around and tried to remember which way led back to the huts, but everything looked the same.

"He must've touched you," Atem concluded, circling the man and looking him up and down, scanning for marks. "He disobeyed me. Why do I even try?"

Kaiba stiffened and realized he was being inspected. The man's angular violet eyes were roaming over his face, neck, shoulders, chest and stomach…clearly searching for something. Injuries?
Holy shit.
He knew!

"He fucking touched me," Kaiba said viciously, eager to rant about it, pointing at his leg and sliding his hand up and down along it, wondering if he was being clear enough or if it looked too suggestive.

Atem narrowed his eyes, watching the man rub his own leg and sound angry.

"He…" Kaiba pointed at the trees behind them, and then at his leg. He rubbed his leg again, and Atem's face darkened instantly.

Kaiba saw this and relaxed.
Good. He was being understood.

Atem pressed a hand to his face and sighed. He couldn't stop people from preying on his bedwarmer, but it was nice to know that this man was reporting back to him, even though they could barely understand each other.

Ah shit…he can't do anything about it, Kaiba balked, noticing in the way Atem sighed and palmed his face. Maybe this guy didn't have much sway in the group.
Then who was the king? Or the queen?

"I'm sorry he did that," Atem said quietly, raising his head to meet the man's intense gaze, and he rested his hand on the man's arm. "They say I'm a king, but I clearly don't hold any power or respect over anyone because of the wars happening around us. We're in difficult times right now."

Kaiba didn't flinch and recognized this as a sympathetic gesture. "Sorry 'bout that bro," was basically what he was saying.

"Great," Kaiba muttered, wondering if he was doomed to attract predatory men for the rest of his life. What was it about himself that made men want to touch him?
Did he give off that aura?
Tattoo-face was someone he was going to avoid forever if he could help it.

"Well you look, fine," Atem commented, giving Kaiba another up and down look, noticing that his brown hair looked fluffier…cleaner. "Did you bathe? He took you somewhere to bathe?"

Kaiba heard the man ask him a question again, and blinked, wondering if he should nod or shake his head. He didn't understand a single damn word, but he could hear the question.

"I will have a word with him later. I must mark you or something…" Atem sighed, and he reached forward to rest a hand on the man's pale chest, gazing up into his handsome face and feeling his heart skip several nervous beats.

Kaiba grit his teeth and let the man touch him. What was happening now?
What was happening?
A tanned hand was sliding down the center of his chest and resting above his stomach.
What the fuck was happening?
Did this guy want to…as well?!

"You're scared…I see that," Atem muttered, jerking his hand back and turning away quickly to hide his burning cheeks. "He scared you. Damn you, Rishid."

The man's heart had been racing incredibly fast, and Atem tried to stomach the waves of guilt that washed over him. He should've marked his bedwarmer sooner, but now someone else had made a bad imprint. It was going to be uphill from here.
Damn.

Kaiba's mind was racing with a thousand questions.
The spiky-haired man was angry, but not at him.
Maybe it was a protective kind of anger, the kind he felt towards Mokuba. That was it.
Because there was tension in the air.
The spiky-haired man wasn't even looking at him in a leery way while touching his chest.
He was angry, clearly at the other guy.

"I'll stop complaining about it," Kaiba said weakly. "Can we go back? Or maybe…you can let me go home?" And he received a look of deep shock.

Atem felt the ground sinking beneath him violently as he heard the man ask him again, "….Nipples….Suck my nipples?"

"Because you have something to prove?" Atem asked, his curiosity getting the better of him, and he saw the man's eyes turn soft at the corners, giving him a pleading look.

He's really begging me to do that! Atem reeled, managing to nod through his waves of shock.

Kaiba clung to the nod, and asked repeatedly, "So, you will let me go? Will you lead me back to the camp with tourists? You can understand me? I want to go home."

"Yes, yes I understand!" Atem cried, pressing a hand to his head, feeling a headache coming on with how many times he was hearing the word 'nipple'.

Kaiba fell silent when the man shouted at him, and he wondered if he'd made the man angry. His ears were red and he was covering his face with his hands.

"Not now. We'll do it later tonight," Atem said stiffly, eyeing the handsome blue-eyed man through the cracks of his fingers. "I'll do it only because you keep asking. It won't make you safe from others, you know that, right?"

Kaiba heard the question, and he nodded, hoping he was agreeing to something that would bring him closer to freedom. Closer to civilization. Closer to…a fresh cup of coffee and hot shower.

"Very well. Let's head back," Atem lowered his gaze and reached forward to grab the man's hand, hoping that this display of affection would appease him for now.

Kaiba's chest tightened strangely when the man held his hand gently and led him back through the trees. His hand was soft and cool despite the humidity, and Kaiba curled his fingers around the man's knuckles, instantly reminded of the way Mokuba had clung onto him when they'd separated. Fuck, he missed his bratty little brother.

Atem grit his teeth and felt the man tighten his grip. Why did this man like him so much?
Was it the gesture of saving him from the tent? Or was it something else?
Also, why the fixation on nipples?

"We're back," Atem announced, trying to let go of the man's hand, but he was stuck.

Kaiba blinked, realizing he'd been so lost in thought, he didn't manage to figure out how they'd gotten back. Fuck. Maybe he needed to mark the trees or something.

"Aw, look at you two," Mana gushed, walking by them with a basket on her hip. She set it on the ground and clasped her hands under her chin, batting her eyelashes at Atem.

"He looks like a little lost bird you picked up from a nest," she cooed, and Atem jerked his hand away to fold them across his chest.

Kaiba tensed and realized they were being made fun of, but in a playful…way?

"Oh! Did you learn his name?" Mana asked brightly, walking up to Kaiba and grabbing his other hand with both of hers. "It's Seto."

Kaiba's breath left his chest in a sudden whoosh!
What the fuck?
Did he just hear his name?

The girl took his hand and placed it on her chest between her breasts and beamed at him.

"Mana," she said, patting Kaiba's hand to her chest, and it took all of Kaiba's willpower not to jerk his hand away. Holy fuck. She was introducing herself.

"…Mana," Kaiba repeated quietly, feeling his face heat up so fast, his eyes burned, and he had to look away again. Her boobs were…enormous! It was hard not to stare at them!

"Your name isn't Mana, silly!" Mana cried, giving Kaiba playful nudge, and Kaiba stayed as still as a statue, his heart thundering in his ears.
The spiky-haired man was laughing at him. Why?

"He's uncomfortable," Atem noted, wondering why the man wasn't blatantly staring at Mana's front the way men usually did. "He won't look at you."

"I know…he did this earlier too," Mana mused, slowly dragging Kaiba's hand down her left breast and feeling the man tense instantly. "Does he not like breasts? Maybe someone else should try."

Kaiba's palm was now resting on her nipple and Kaiba wanted to scream, but he couldn't because his throat was tight, and the air was thin, and the world was spinning.
She was…making him…grope her. What was happening?

"What man doesn't like breasts?" Atem scoffed, staring at the pale hand resting on Mana's chest. His fingers were stiff, and very long. His fingernails were beautiful ovals and each knuckle was very defined as he flexed nervously.

"He hates me!" Mana cried, her heart sinking rapidly at the dark look on Seto's face. "I've been nothing but kind to him!"

Kaiba chewed on the inside of his cheek as he listened to her frantic tone, and her hand around his wrist turned iron hot. She was glaring at him and saying something.
Oh fuck, was she…mad that he wasn't groping her?

Fine, fine! Holy fuck! Is this a greeting?! Kaiba thought wildly, curling his fingertips into the soft flesh underneath and squeezing gently. He earned a strange stare from her and the spiky-haired man.

Do I commit to it all the way…? With both hands?! Because she's offended! Kaiba cried silently, forcing himself to raise his other hand and rested it gently on her shoulder. He felt her relax alarmingly fast and give him a beaming smile.

"Oh, it seems he was just shy," Atem said reassuringly, and Mana squealed happily, pressing both of Kaiba's hands closer against her chest and leaning forward to give him a better feel.

Kaiba recoiled internally but tried to hide it by giving her a polite squeeze, wondering if she felt that. She did and frowned immediately.

"He's pretending," Mana said coldly, stepping back and bending down to pick up her basket. "Well it's fine. He likes you after all, Atem. See you."

She marched off and Kaiba swallowed nervously, wondering if he'd fucked up. Most likely yes, because the spiky-haired man looked frustrated.

"I'm…sorry?" Kaiba wondered if it was meaningless to apologize. His hands were still burning from that interaction and he desperately wanted to wash them, even though he knew she wasn't dirty. It had felt dirty.
Was she trying to come on to him?
No, right?

I need help, Kaiba thought desperately, realizing that everyone he'd come into contact with had touched him in a strange way. Rishid had almost brushed his dick. Mana made him grope her for an extended period of time, and the spiky-haired man…had touched his upper body earlier.

Maybe this was just how things were here? This was a greeting?

"We'll try Isis next," Atem decided, reaching down to grab Kaiba by the wrist and leading him back to his hut.

Kaiba followed obediently and wondered what fresh horror was waiting for him next.
He wasn't sure if he could stomach another groping.

Author's note:

kaiba is master weaver (not yet) and yea
everyone is hitting on him. It is not just his imagination as much as he fucking wishes it was.

This is Kaiba Harem AU 0myehehehe poooor kaibaaa

Also full disclosure, I have typed 'hut' as 'slut'…. accidentally—on purpose. Because my brain is trash