Seto held Yami close, kissing him on the cheek lightly and pulling up a
sheet. Their sweaty bodies stuck together and almost pained him when he
pulled away. However, that bothered Seto little, glad to stay next to
Yami, loving the peacefulness of it all.
Yami opened his eyes a bit, shifting his leg a bit to now it was slung over Seto's. "Why do you let me lay with you, Seto?"
Seto closed his eyes, moving in closer to Yami. "You are my pharaoh," he whispered.
"No..." he said, gently brushing a lock of hair out of Seto's face. "The first time was because I was a prince. But after that...when you became the High Priest, you could have said no."
"I didn't want to," Seto said, ready to drift off to sleep.
"What not?"
"Because you brought me closer to the gods," he murmured.
"Seto, why do you let me lay with you?" Yami pressed.
"Because...because I love you, Morning Star," Seto whispered. "Let's slee-- "
"You what?" Yami asked, breaking their embrace.
Seto opened his eyes, startled at Yami's out burst. "Yami, what's--"
Yami blinked at Seto, mouth open, shocked. Standing up, he pulled on a robe and began to lightly pace the floor. "Why did you say that? Why did you say you love me?"
Seto sat up, leaning on his arm. "Because...because it's true. I thought...I thought you loved me back..."
"I love no one!" Yami screamed at him. The Eye of Ra began to form on his forehead.
"Yami, I-I thought we were friends..."
The glow intensified until Seto couldn't bare to look at him any longer. "I am a god," came Yami's even voice. "I love no one. To think I could ever be more than friends with a petty human like you is insulting." All of sudden, the glow stopped. Seto looked up at his friend's eyes that burned with hate. "I am to be treated with respect!" he screamed, throwing a dish of eye make-up at Seto.
Seto dunked the ammunition, but jumped out of bed. He pulled on a kilt, unable to understand what was happening. "Yami, why are you--?"
"I am your pharaoh!" Yami screamed. "You are nothing next to me!" He walked over to where Seto stood, anger seeming to burst right out of him. Pushing him against the wall, Yami grasped Seto by the neck, chocking him. "Call me your pharaoh!" he ordered.
Seto gasped, trying to breath. "Yami...Yami...s-s-stop..."
Yami shook Seto slightly and tightened the grip. "Call me your pharaoh."
"My pharaoh, my Morning Star!" Seto screamed with his last bit of air.
Yami dropped him. Seto slide down the wall, close to passing out. He looked up at Yami, almost unable to truly see him. Yami looked down at him. Seto couldn't read the expression on his face, scaring him even more.
"I think it's best we don't lie together anymore, Seto. I have my concubines and you have yours."
Seto shook his head. "Please Pharaoh...please..." He found himself kneeling before Yami, begging at his feet. "Don't stop this Morning Star. Please. I need to lie with you. Please."
Yami shook his head. "You are pitiful, Priest. We are still friends, don't worry yourself with that. But things have changed a bit in the bedroom. You understand."
Tears began to fall down Seto's face, shamelessly. "Please, Yami. I need you. Don't do this to me," he begged.
Yami shook his head. Silently, he pulled Seto along, dragging him out of his room. He turned on his heels, dismissing Seto. "Leave me alone," he said softly, closing the door behind him as he left Seto out in the hallway.
Seto began to sob, hunched into a ball on the floor. "Noooo!!!" he screamed, over and over.
~~~
Malik came into the cell, clutching something in his fist. "Move," he said, kicking at Yugi.
Bakura lifted his head up to look at Malik. "What do you have in your hand?" he asked unsurely.
Malik opened his fist, revealing a golden ball in his palm. "You're awfully strong, my dear prisoner. Most would be dead by now. But what else should I expect from a stubborn Celt?"
Yugi looked up, eyes wide. "Celt?" he repeated.
Bakura wrapped his unbroken arm around Yugi protectively. "What is that?" he asked again.
Malik rolled the ball in his hand. "What you seek. The God Eye." He geld it in front of Bakura's face. "It punishes the weak and rewards the strong. Care to try it on?"
Bakura made a grab for it but instantly regretted it, his rib ripping at his skin. "Ahhh!!!" he screamed.
Malik clicked his tongue. "Patients. You will get what is coming to you." He grabbed Bakura by his hair, throwing him against the wall. "Luckily, dear Celt, you already have a free eye socket."
Bakura began to fight back, trying to stop Malik but was easily over powered.
Malik began to unlock the chains Bakura was in. "Relax. You have nothing to fear. The Eye deals punishment fairly." Malik pulled back the hood of his cloak, revealing his face for the first time. Sitting down on the ground, he pulled Bakura's head onto his lap. "Relax," he repeated, smiling deviously. He took the ball, setting it gently on Bakura's empty eye socket.
Bakura began to slow his breathing, relaxing a bit. Tensing up, he decided, wouldn't help anything. Besides, the more tense he was, the more blood flowed.
Malik laid his hand over the eye, then lifting up high above his head. He smiled down at Bakura, slamming his hand down, forcing the eye in.
"Ahhh!!!" Bakura screamed, clutching at his head, He rolled onto his side and began hitting his head on the floor. "Noooo!!" he screamed, beginning to claw at the eye. "Get it out! Get it out! Get it oooouuuuutttt!!!!!!!"
Malik watched, amused by all of this. "I suppose your mind isn't as tough as your body," he said, pleased.
Bakura's screams quieted to sobs, but still he didn't die. Finally, when there was nothing else to be heard but his heavy breathing, Malik stepped over to him. "Now I truly am surprised," he whispered, pulling Bakura to his feet. Bakura's head hung forward, the only movement from his body being his chest, forcing air into his lungs. "Now the Eye is yours, Bakura." His head rolled back, his body shaking with laughter. He let go of him, letting his body slide down the wall.
Malik threw the keys to Yugi, walking out of the cell.
~~~
Yugi rushed to Yami's room. "Yami! Yami!" he said loudly. He stopped short when he saw the curled up body, quietly sobbing. He kneeled down next to him, running his hands through their hair. "Okay?" he asked dumbly.
Seto looked up at Yugi, eyes red from crying. He pushed Yugi away, standing up, trying to collect himself. "Go away."
"Away?" Yugi repeated, then took Seto's hand. "Come. Go to Bakura," he said, trying to pull Seto along.
Seto shook his arm free from Yugi's grasp. "Go away."
"Go!" Yugi said excitedly. "Go to Bakura!" Yugi insisted. He handed Seto the keys. "Please," he added, looking at Seto pleadingly.
Seto cast a glance at Yami's door, then begun to collect his possessions. "Go to Bakura," he repeated to Yugi with a nod.
~~~
Yami opened his eyes a bit, shifting his leg a bit to now it was slung over Seto's. "Why do you let me lay with you, Seto?"
Seto closed his eyes, moving in closer to Yami. "You are my pharaoh," he whispered.
"No..." he said, gently brushing a lock of hair out of Seto's face. "The first time was because I was a prince. But after that...when you became the High Priest, you could have said no."
"I didn't want to," Seto said, ready to drift off to sleep.
"What not?"
"Because you brought me closer to the gods," he murmured.
"Seto, why do you let me lay with you?" Yami pressed.
"Because...because I love you, Morning Star," Seto whispered. "Let's slee-- "
"You what?" Yami asked, breaking their embrace.
Seto opened his eyes, startled at Yami's out burst. "Yami, what's--"
Yami blinked at Seto, mouth open, shocked. Standing up, he pulled on a robe and began to lightly pace the floor. "Why did you say that? Why did you say you love me?"
Seto sat up, leaning on his arm. "Because...because it's true. I thought...I thought you loved me back..."
"I love no one!" Yami screamed at him. The Eye of Ra began to form on his forehead.
"Yami, I-I thought we were friends..."
The glow intensified until Seto couldn't bare to look at him any longer. "I am a god," came Yami's even voice. "I love no one. To think I could ever be more than friends with a petty human like you is insulting." All of sudden, the glow stopped. Seto looked up at his friend's eyes that burned with hate. "I am to be treated with respect!" he screamed, throwing a dish of eye make-up at Seto.
Seto dunked the ammunition, but jumped out of bed. He pulled on a kilt, unable to understand what was happening. "Yami, why are you--?"
"I am your pharaoh!" Yami screamed. "You are nothing next to me!" He walked over to where Seto stood, anger seeming to burst right out of him. Pushing him against the wall, Yami grasped Seto by the neck, chocking him. "Call me your pharaoh!" he ordered.
Seto gasped, trying to breath. "Yami...Yami...s-s-stop..."
Yami shook Seto slightly and tightened the grip. "Call me your pharaoh."
"My pharaoh, my Morning Star!" Seto screamed with his last bit of air.
Yami dropped him. Seto slide down the wall, close to passing out. He looked up at Yami, almost unable to truly see him. Yami looked down at him. Seto couldn't read the expression on his face, scaring him even more.
"I think it's best we don't lie together anymore, Seto. I have my concubines and you have yours."
Seto shook his head. "Please Pharaoh...please..." He found himself kneeling before Yami, begging at his feet. "Don't stop this Morning Star. Please. I need to lie with you. Please."
Yami shook his head. "You are pitiful, Priest. We are still friends, don't worry yourself with that. But things have changed a bit in the bedroom. You understand."
Tears began to fall down Seto's face, shamelessly. "Please, Yami. I need you. Don't do this to me," he begged.
Yami shook his head. Silently, he pulled Seto along, dragging him out of his room. He turned on his heels, dismissing Seto. "Leave me alone," he said softly, closing the door behind him as he left Seto out in the hallway.
Seto began to sob, hunched into a ball on the floor. "Noooo!!!" he screamed, over and over.
~~~
Malik came into the cell, clutching something in his fist. "Move," he said, kicking at Yugi.
Bakura lifted his head up to look at Malik. "What do you have in your hand?" he asked unsurely.
Malik opened his fist, revealing a golden ball in his palm. "You're awfully strong, my dear prisoner. Most would be dead by now. But what else should I expect from a stubborn Celt?"
Yugi looked up, eyes wide. "Celt?" he repeated.
Bakura wrapped his unbroken arm around Yugi protectively. "What is that?" he asked again.
Malik rolled the ball in his hand. "What you seek. The God Eye." He geld it in front of Bakura's face. "It punishes the weak and rewards the strong. Care to try it on?"
Bakura made a grab for it but instantly regretted it, his rib ripping at his skin. "Ahhh!!!" he screamed.
Malik clicked his tongue. "Patients. You will get what is coming to you." He grabbed Bakura by his hair, throwing him against the wall. "Luckily, dear Celt, you already have a free eye socket."
Bakura began to fight back, trying to stop Malik but was easily over powered.
Malik began to unlock the chains Bakura was in. "Relax. You have nothing to fear. The Eye deals punishment fairly." Malik pulled back the hood of his cloak, revealing his face for the first time. Sitting down on the ground, he pulled Bakura's head onto his lap. "Relax," he repeated, smiling deviously. He took the ball, setting it gently on Bakura's empty eye socket.
Bakura began to slow his breathing, relaxing a bit. Tensing up, he decided, wouldn't help anything. Besides, the more tense he was, the more blood flowed.
Malik laid his hand over the eye, then lifting up high above his head. He smiled down at Bakura, slamming his hand down, forcing the eye in.
"Ahhh!!!" Bakura screamed, clutching at his head, He rolled onto his side and began hitting his head on the floor. "Noooo!!" he screamed, beginning to claw at the eye. "Get it out! Get it out! Get it oooouuuuutttt!!!!!!!"
Malik watched, amused by all of this. "I suppose your mind isn't as tough as your body," he said, pleased.
Bakura's screams quieted to sobs, but still he didn't die. Finally, when there was nothing else to be heard but his heavy breathing, Malik stepped over to him. "Now I truly am surprised," he whispered, pulling Bakura to his feet. Bakura's head hung forward, the only movement from his body being his chest, forcing air into his lungs. "Now the Eye is yours, Bakura." His head rolled back, his body shaking with laughter. He let go of him, letting his body slide down the wall.
Malik threw the keys to Yugi, walking out of the cell.
~~~
Yugi rushed to Yami's room. "Yami! Yami!" he said loudly. He stopped short when he saw the curled up body, quietly sobbing. He kneeled down next to him, running his hands through their hair. "Okay?" he asked dumbly.
Seto looked up at Yugi, eyes red from crying. He pushed Yugi away, standing up, trying to collect himself. "Go away."
"Away?" Yugi repeated, then took Seto's hand. "Come. Go to Bakura," he said, trying to pull Seto along.
Seto shook his arm free from Yugi's grasp. "Go away."
"Go!" Yugi said excitedly. "Go to Bakura!" Yugi insisted. He handed Seto the keys. "Please," he added, looking at Seto pleadingly.
Seto cast a glance at Yami's door, then begun to collect his possessions. "Go to Bakura," he repeated to Yugi with a nod.
~~~
