Yami placed a hand on his friend's hip. "They settled?"
Seto pulled himself closer to Yami and ran his hand slowly down his neck. "Very comfortably," he whispered huskily.
Yami grabbed Seto by the wrists and smiled knowingly at him. "I am the pharaoh," he said. "I can strip you of all power."
"You are the god king, but I am the voice of all gods," Seto answered, weaving his part of the web they formed together each time they were alone. "I can ruin you."
Yami backed Seto onto the bed. "I guess we're as equal as we can get."
"No. You are my Morning Star," Seto answered, pulling Yami onto the bed, on top of him. "Without you I am nothing."
"But you are my High Priest. I can be nothing if you're not there," Yami finished the web and proceeded to pull off Seto's clothes, leaving him in his kilt.
Seto closed his eyes, taking in the scent, the touch, the taste of Yami. His arms wondered up and began to pull off Yami's royal robes, but was stopped by Yami's grasp on his wrist. Seto opened his eyes, shocked. "Yami, what--"
Yami slapped Seto. "Do not look at your god in the eye."
Seto looked down. "What is wrong, pharaoh?"
Yami closed his hand around Seto's neck and laughed cruelly. "Silly Priest. I am the pharaoh now. You have no power over me. Not here. You will--" he tighten his grasp "--submit to me now."
"Before--"
"Before my father was sick and I was only a prince. But now I am the pharaoh."
Seto reached over and picked up his God Rod, pulling off the sheaf. He rolled out from under Yami and jumped up, holding it out at length. "Back up, Yami!"
Yami smiled at Seto, amused. "Don't want to be with me anymore?" He began to pace lightly around the priest, studying him.
Seto's muscles quivered with the thought of what the pharaoh could do to him. To question his judgment was enough to have him killed.
Yami studied the High priest. He studied Seto. He studied his friend. He turned on his heels suddenly and began walking out of the room. "I think it's best we part for now, Seto. We will talk about this later."
~~~
Katsuya picked at his food and watched Yugi out of the corner of his eye. He felt weird being here in the palace. Though he hated it, he had grown accustom to the field work. Now he had no idea what was expected of him. He threw his arms around Yugi and pulled him close. "Are you scared?" he asked Yugi softly in Yugi's language.
Yugi shook his head. "The pharaoh seems nice."
"He is the pharaoh, Yugi. He can do whatever he wants," he insisted. "Aren't you worried?"
Yugi ran his fingers over Katsuya's new, silk shirt. "No," he finally said.
"But Yugi, he--" he stopped short, seeing the Pharaoh at his door. He dropped to his knees, bowing before Yami.
Yami waved his hand. "Continue. I'd like to listen." He sat down in a chair.
Katsuya glanced up, making sure it really was okay and repeated what he had said to Yami. Yugi answered and Katsuya joined him standing, facing the pharaoh, but has his eyes on the ground, unlike Yugi.
"What did he say?" Yami asked.
"He wants to know why you want us."
Yami walked over to Yugi and ran his head along his face. "You enchant me," he said softly.
Katsuya tried, but failed miserably to translate what he had said.
Yami gently pulled Yugi from Katsuya's grasp. Hands wondered across Yugi's skin.
Seto watched from the doorway, his grasp on his rod tightening. His hands shook in anger.
Yami leaned in to kiss Yugi, but Seto spoke up. "Pharaoh. There has been a grave robbery. Your judgment is needed."
Yami looked up at Seto, eyes burning in anger. The Eye of Ra began to glimmer faintly on his forehead. "I will be there in a *minute*," he spoke harshly to Seto. His gaze turned back to Yugi, running his hand lightly along the edge of Yugi's face.
~~~
Yami sat down haughtily in his throne. "Don't EVER interrupt me again, Seto," he spoke in a strained whisper.
Seto gripped the God Rod tightly, but bit his tongue. "Yes, pharaoh," he answered softly. "Send in the thief!" he shouted.
Two guards dragged in a tall young man with bleached-white hair, his arms tied behind his back. His eyes looked at Yami, red with murder. "Unhand me!" he shouted in awkward Egyptian. They pushed his face into the sand brick floor before Yami.
One of the guards spoke, "He was caught raiding your father's tomb. His body isn't even in it yet! We've managed to get most of the items back, but some are still missing."
"Let him keep them, this is his way of living, after all." He turned, though, and narrowed his eyes at Seto. "We're the traps and curses not strong enough to prevent this?"
"He is very skilled, Pharaoh. He has been thieving for many years. We haven't even ceiled the tomb," a guard spoke up in defense of Seto.
"Tell me, grave robber, where do you come from?"
He tried to throw the guards off him but failed. "I most recently come from Athens. You may call me Bakura." He tried to pull his hands out of the rope. "You will unhand me!"
Yami nodded to a guard, who cut off the rope. Bakura blinked in surprise. "Cut off my hands and I will be back!" he shouted.
Yami noted the missing of a finger and a thumb from Bakura's left hand, but asked, "What is it the brings you here, Bakura?"
"The God items. And their master."
"For what purpose?"
"The ancient scriptures speak of untapped power in them. They're true master will unlock the power of them."
"So you can read hieroglyphs?"
"Of course, you imbecile! How else would I know what I know?"
Yugi smiled. "I promise, you hands will remain in their current condition, connected to your wrists."
Seto and the guards stared at their pharaoh, shocked.
Bakura looked at Yami suspiciously. "What will become of me?"
Yami motioned for Seto to hand him his God Rod. "Don't you know anything?" he asked, standing up and walking towards the thief. "My father's God Puzzle was given to me." He pulled the sheaf off and began to pace around Bakura. "You will not find the items in any tombs, I assume you that. I suggest you don't waste your time, Bakura of Athens. However, I can't risk you reading the scripts anymore." He hit Bakura hard in the side with the top of the rod, knocking him down. Yami kneeled down on him and lunged the blade into Bakura's left eye.
Bakura screamed and tried to force Yami off of him but became disoriented by the pain. "Stop!" he screamed.
Yami began to gauge out the eye, cutting Bakura in the face several times on account of him moving. He was about to move onto the next one when he felt Seto's hand on his shoulder.
"Yami, please. He won't be able to make his living if you cut both his eyes out."
Yami sneered at Bakura, disgusted. "Take him to the dungeon. Let Malik play with him a bit."
The guards lifted up Bakura, who had passed out, carrying him off to the dungeon.
Yami watched them leave, his eyes narrowing. He absently-mindedly handed Seto back his God Rod. "He doesn't look Greek," he finally said.
Seto bowed silently to Yami, then left without saying anything.
~~~
Seto pulled himself closer to Yami and ran his hand slowly down his neck. "Very comfortably," he whispered huskily.
Yami grabbed Seto by the wrists and smiled knowingly at him. "I am the pharaoh," he said. "I can strip you of all power."
"You are the god king, but I am the voice of all gods," Seto answered, weaving his part of the web they formed together each time they were alone. "I can ruin you."
Yami backed Seto onto the bed. "I guess we're as equal as we can get."
"No. You are my Morning Star," Seto answered, pulling Yami onto the bed, on top of him. "Without you I am nothing."
"But you are my High Priest. I can be nothing if you're not there," Yami finished the web and proceeded to pull off Seto's clothes, leaving him in his kilt.
Seto closed his eyes, taking in the scent, the touch, the taste of Yami. His arms wondered up and began to pull off Yami's royal robes, but was stopped by Yami's grasp on his wrist. Seto opened his eyes, shocked. "Yami, what--"
Yami slapped Seto. "Do not look at your god in the eye."
Seto looked down. "What is wrong, pharaoh?"
Yami closed his hand around Seto's neck and laughed cruelly. "Silly Priest. I am the pharaoh now. You have no power over me. Not here. You will--" he tighten his grasp "--submit to me now."
"Before--"
"Before my father was sick and I was only a prince. But now I am the pharaoh."
Seto reached over and picked up his God Rod, pulling off the sheaf. He rolled out from under Yami and jumped up, holding it out at length. "Back up, Yami!"
Yami smiled at Seto, amused. "Don't want to be with me anymore?" He began to pace lightly around the priest, studying him.
Seto's muscles quivered with the thought of what the pharaoh could do to him. To question his judgment was enough to have him killed.
Yami studied the High priest. He studied Seto. He studied his friend. He turned on his heels suddenly and began walking out of the room. "I think it's best we part for now, Seto. We will talk about this later."
~~~
Katsuya picked at his food and watched Yugi out of the corner of his eye. He felt weird being here in the palace. Though he hated it, he had grown accustom to the field work. Now he had no idea what was expected of him. He threw his arms around Yugi and pulled him close. "Are you scared?" he asked Yugi softly in Yugi's language.
Yugi shook his head. "The pharaoh seems nice."
"He is the pharaoh, Yugi. He can do whatever he wants," he insisted. "Aren't you worried?"
Yugi ran his fingers over Katsuya's new, silk shirt. "No," he finally said.
"But Yugi, he--" he stopped short, seeing the Pharaoh at his door. He dropped to his knees, bowing before Yami.
Yami waved his hand. "Continue. I'd like to listen." He sat down in a chair.
Katsuya glanced up, making sure it really was okay and repeated what he had said to Yami. Yugi answered and Katsuya joined him standing, facing the pharaoh, but has his eyes on the ground, unlike Yugi.
"What did he say?" Yami asked.
"He wants to know why you want us."
Yami walked over to Yugi and ran his head along his face. "You enchant me," he said softly.
Katsuya tried, but failed miserably to translate what he had said.
Yami gently pulled Yugi from Katsuya's grasp. Hands wondered across Yugi's skin.
Seto watched from the doorway, his grasp on his rod tightening. His hands shook in anger.
Yami leaned in to kiss Yugi, but Seto spoke up. "Pharaoh. There has been a grave robbery. Your judgment is needed."
Yami looked up at Seto, eyes burning in anger. The Eye of Ra began to glimmer faintly on his forehead. "I will be there in a *minute*," he spoke harshly to Seto. His gaze turned back to Yugi, running his hand lightly along the edge of Yugi's face.
~~~
Yami sat down haughtily in his throne. "Don't EVER interrupt me again, Seto," he spoke in a strained whisper.
Seto gripped the God Rod tightly, but bit his tongue. "Yes, pharaoh," he answered softly. "Send in the thief!" he shouted.
Two guards dragged in a tall young man with bleached-white hair, his arms tied behind his back. His eyes looked at Yami, red with murder. "Unhand me!" he shouted in awkward Egyptian. They pushed his face into the sand brick floor before Yami.
One of the guards spoke, "He was caught raiding your father's tomb. His body isn't even in it yet! We've managed to get most of the items back, but some are still missing."
"Let him keep them, this is his way of living, after all." He turned, though, and narrowed his eyes at Seto. "We're the traps and curses not strong enough to prevent this?"
"He is very skilled, Pharaoh. He has been thieving for many years. We haven't even ceiled the tomb," a guard spoke up in defense of Seto.
"Tell me, grave robber, where do you come from?"
He tried to throw the guards off him but failed. "I most recently come from Athens. You may call me Bakura." He tried to pull his hands out of the rope. "You will unhand me!"
Yami nodded to a guard, who cut off the rope. Bakura blinked in surprise. "Cut off my hands and I will be back!" he shouted.
Yami noted the missing of a finger and a thumb from Bakura's left hand, but asked, "What is it the brings you here, Bakura?"
"The God items. And their master."
"For what purpose?"
"The ancient scriptures speak of untapped power in them. They're true master will unlock the power of them."
"So you can read hieroglyphs?"
"Of course, you imbecile! How else would I know what I know?"
Yugi smiled. "I promise, you hands will remain in their current condition, connected to your wrists."
Seto and the guards stared at their pharaoh, shocked.
Bakura looked at Yami suspiciously. "What will become of me?"
Yami motioned for Seto to hand him his God Rod. "Don't you know anything?" he asked, standing up and walking towards the thief. "My father's God Puzzle was given to me." He pulled the sheaf off and began to pace around Bakura. "You will not find the items in any tombs, I assume you that. I suggest you don't waste your time, Bakura of Athens. However, I can't risk you reading the scripts anymore." He hit Bakura hard in the side with the top of the rod, knocking him down. Yami kneeled down on him and lunged the blade into Bakura's left eye.
Bakura screamed and tried to force Yami off of him but became disoriented by the pain. "Stop!" he screamed.
Yami began to gauge out the eye, cutting Bakura in the face several times on account of him moving. He was about to move onto the next one when he felt Seto's hand on his shoulder.
"Yami, please. He won't be able to make his living if you cut both his eyes out."
Yami sneered at Bakura, disgusted. "Take him to the dungeon. Let Malik play with him a bit."
The guards lifted up Bakura, who had passed out, carrying him off to the dungeon.
Yami watched them leave, his eyes narrowing. He absently-mindedly handed Seto back his God Rod. "He doesn't look Greek," he finally said.
Seto bowed silently to Yami, then left without saying anything.
~~~
