Yami sighed heavily. He was slightly unsettled by what had happened down in the dungeon. A slave began outlining his eyes in black make-up while another began weaving his hair into a gold band around his forehead.

"Pharaoh?" a voice spoke softly.

"Yes?" Yami turned around to look at the speaker, then jumped up. "Seto!" he ran into Seto's arms, burying his head into Seto's chest. "I've been so worried!"

Seto nodded, but said nothing.

Yami peered up at him, noting that something wasn't right. "Seto?"

Seto pulled from Yami's grasp and set himself in a seat. Yami motioned for all his slaves to leave. "What is it, Seto?"

"I'm...I'm confused, Yami. My mind...it's so scattered..."

Yami pulled up a seat across from him. "Ra must have--"

"Ra!" Seto exclaimed. "It was Him...He's ruined me, Yami." He leaned in and grabbed Yami by the shoulders. His eyes had a blank, mad-man look to them. "My mind...it's empty, Yami."

"It's not empty, Seto. You're just scattered after all this. You're going to be okay."

Seto laid his head on Yami's lap. "Morning Star...Morning Star..." he began to sob into Yami's lap. "Please save me, Yami. Please, pharaoh," he begged.

Yami lifted Seto up, pulling him close to him. "You are scattered, Seto. You need rest." He kissed him on the forehead. "Come, you may rest in my bed." He picked up Seto and walked him over to the bed. "Lie down, my friend. You need rest."

Seto climbed onto the bed. "Please, pharaoh..." he said softly.

Yami climbed onto the bed, next to Seto. "Yes?"

"Save me," he uttered softly. He took Yami's hand, bringing it slowly up to first, Yami's forehead, then his own. "Please..."

Yami placed his forehead against Seto's, pressing his lips against his friend's lips. "What should I do?" he asked huskily.

"F-from him t-to-to m-m-me ..." he stuttered out. "Ch-chant..."

"From him to me," Yami said awkwardly. "From him to me, from him to me..." he repeated over and over. He felt his forehead grow warm. Suddenly he felt one with Seto, like their bodies had merged into one. He continued to chant until Seto's hand shot up and covered Yami's mouth.

"Stop," he said urgently. Yami collapsed against Seto, suddenly ready to pass out. Seto shook him. "Don't go to sleep, Yami! You have to stay awake."

Yami blinked tiredly at him and closed his eyes, resting his head against his shoulder. "Seto...my friend..."

Seto hugged him close. "Shhh...you'll be okay. I promise. Just relax."

Suddenly Yami was over-come with sickness. Seto rushed him outside on the balcony where he proceeded to get sick. Seto patted Yami on the back. "Good...good...you took all the evil out...I thank you."

Yami collapsed at Seto's feet. He looked up at him. "What?"

"Ra...He left my mind empty and without defenses. While I lay in rest, evils entered my mind. Made me weak. You had to get them out."

"I now have--?"

"No, no. You are a god, Yami. They left your body when you got sick. You're okay. A bit weak, though."

Yami moaned softly as the much stronger priest brought him inside to his bed. "Seto...don't leave..."

Seto laid down on his side, next to Yami. He ran his hand along Yami's cheek. "You're so pale. You should rest."

"I am the pharaoh," he murmured. "I can strip you of all power."

"Yami...you must rest..."

"I am your pharaoh," he repeated, his voice growing in strength a bit. He reached up to stroke Seto's cheek. "I can strip you...of all power."

"You are the god king, but I am the voice of all gods," Seto answered, gently pulling the golden head band from Yami's head. "I can ruin you."

Yami softly kissed at Seto's hand. "I guess we're as equal as we can get."

"No. You are my Morning Star," Seto whispered, leaning in to kiss Yami on the lips. "Without you I am nothing."

"But you are my High Priest. I can be nothing if you're not there," Yami kissed at Seto's neck, beginning to pull off Seto's thin, silk robe. "Seto..." he lightly moaned.

Seto gently pulled at Yami's clothes. "You are my friend," he whispered. "Always, Yami." He began to kiss Yami's tanned skin, sliding down to Yami's hip, running his tongue along Yami's skin.

Yami weaved his fingers into Seto's dark hair. He moaned softly, slipping his hands around Seto's waist. He pulled Seto on top of him, evening their bodies out for a kiss. Seto noticed how well their bodies formed together. ~Like pieces of a puzzle...~ "Yami..." he mumbled around Yami's lips. "Mmmm...Morning Star..."

~~~

Malik looked up from a prisoner into the eyes of the young slave. "Bakura?" he asked softly.

Yugi nodded. "I talk to him."

Malik smiled, amused. "Of course. This way."

"Of course, this way," Yugi repeated, meaning he had no idea what he had said.

Malik shook his head, leading him Bakura's cell. "Bakura...you have a visitor." He walked over to him, kicking him in the side. A disgusting crack of bone made Yugi scream.

"No! Stop!" He couldn't find any words he knew, so began to speak in his own. "Uoy liw ton hcuot mih! Pots!"

Malik shook his head and shoved Yugi into the cell.

Yugi covered his mouth, feeling sick. "Bakura?" He sat down next to him, gently shacking him. The sound of scraping bone finally got to him. He turned around, beginning to puke in the corner. He turned back to Bakura and screamed in his ear. "Bakura!"

Bakura peeked through the slit of his eyelid. He tried to sit up, but nearly screamed from the pain, now fully awake. "Yugi," he moaned.

Yugi pulled out a container full of water and brought it to Bakura's lips. "You need to drink," he said softly.

"I need a doctor, young one." He moaned in pain, finding it hard to talk.

Yugi hugged Bakura close, his eyes closed tightly, crying into Bakura's soft, matted hair.

"I will kill the pharaoh," Bakura whispered. "Nothing will stop me, Yugi. Not even you."

Yugi nodded and began to sob into Bakura's hair.

~~~ [Okay, the following is my first real attempt at a...I think it's called a lemon. If this kind of thing upsets you, skip ahead to the next chapter. Plus, don't laugh if it's real bad.] ~~~

Yami pulled a bowl of oil from his bed side and slowly dribbled it over Seto's body. Seto stared up at the bare body of his friend and lover. He really was a god, he decided, pulling Yami close to him, sucking in his breath as Yami entered his body. "C-careful..." he moaned.

Yami thrust against him. Seto shut his eyes tight, moaning loudly. "Y- Yami..." He began to breath heavily, then got out, "Not so hard...I'm still...so weak..."

Yami leaned in, resting on his out stretched arms. He began to kiss at Seto's neck while gently bringing Seto's legs over his shoulders. "Relax," he breathed. "I won't hurt you."

Seto opened his eyes partially, looking up his Yami's glory through thin slits. Seto felt drunk from the touch of Yami and began to fall deeper and deeper into submission. He began to rub his palm up and down Yami's chest, just below the shoulder, in the slow gentle pattern Yami's had began to create with his body against Seto. Seto moved his hand behind Yami's shoulder and began pulling Yami closer. Yami pushed harder against Seto, causing the priest to let out a choked groan of pleasure. "Keep going," he moaned.

Yami began to increase the pattern he had created and he gasped, starting to breathe out through his mouth. His eyes closed as he began to move even faster. "Seto...Seto..." he began to moan.

The oil and sweat on their bodies caused Seto's legs to slip down to his partners waist. He moaned, uncomfortable, but neither of had the energy to lift them back up. Yami shifted a bit, climbing on top of Seto some more. Seto tightened his legs around Yami and began to move in time of Yami, meeting each thrust with his body.

Yami moaned even louder than before, moving into an orgasm. He began to thrust even faster, hooking his arms under Seto's, pulling him closer. Seto gripped at the blanket under him, biting his lip, coming close to his own climax. They seemed to reach it almost simultaneously, collapsing against the bed and each other, fulfilled and peaceful.

~~~ [Wasn't too bad, if I do say so myself. I need to work on lemons more, but I like this one. Different from most I read, though] ~~~