Seto began pulling off his robe.

"Seto?"

Seto whirled around, shocked. "Katsuya?"

Katsuya gave him a half smile. "How are you?" he asked softly.

Seto rushed to him. "How are *you?*"

He turned away suddenly. "How long have I been asleep?"

"I believe it's been awhile. I was out for several days. Do you feel okay?" Seto tried to get him to sit down, but he walked past him, beginning to pace, silently, then stopped in front the window. Seto walked up behind him and softly whispered, "Are you okay, Katsuya?"

Katsuya didn't turn to look at him, continuing to look out the window. "I'm fine," he said softly.

"It must have been scary what you had to do. I'm surprised you're not more...ill..."

Katsuya sighed. "Why was I chosen? Why did Ra choose me? You are the High priest of Egypt and your mind was nearly crushed. Why me?"

Seto slipped his arms around Katsuya's waist, pulling him close. "You have a strong soul," he whispered into Katsuya's ear. He pressed himself against the younger priest's back. "Ra chooses the pure and strong. I suppose you are stronger than me."

"Please stop," he whispered so softly that at first it didn't register in Seto's mind. He grabbed Seto's hand and repeated, "Please stop," just as soft, but more firmly.

Seto used his other hand to begin slipping off Katsuya's thin kilt.

Katsuya jabbed his elbow into Seto's chest. "Let go of me!" he screamed.

Seto reached back and brought his arm back, hitting Katsuya. "Don't you dare tell me what to do! I am your Higher!"

Katsuya backed up, his hand jumped up to comfort his bruised cheek. He stared at Seto, silent, then fell to his knees, bowing before Seto. "I'm sorry. I am so sorry," he began to sob. "Forgive me, Priest, forgive me."

Seto backed up, surprised. "Katsuya...Katsuya...stand up. Stop it. Get up."

Katsuya peered up at Seto through his sandy blond bangs. "Please don't hurt me, Priest Seto."

Seto scooped up Katsuya. "Come to the bed, lay down." He laid Katsuya on his bed and walked over to a table, picking up a jug and two cups. Sitting next to Katsuya, he began pouring them each a drink. "Here," he said softly. "Have some wine."

Katsuya took the cup and began to sip it.

~~~

Yami walked towards Yugi. Yugi backed up. "Pots! Od ton emoc raen em! Pots!" his back hit against the wall.

Yami took his hand and softly touched Yugi's cheek. "Calm down," he whispered, leaning in. "No hurt." He handed Yugi a small dish of food. Softly, he said, "Eat."

"Eat?" Yugi whispered. "Yhw od uoy truh em? Tahw did I od? Yhw?"

Yami shook his head. "I don't know what you're saying." Tears formed in his eyes and he pulled Yugi into a hug. "I'm sorry, Yugi." Yugi pushed against Yami. "Please," Yami begged. "Please don't struggle. Please let me hold you...please..."

"Bakura," Yugi whispered. "I go to Bakura," he said, looking up at Yami with wide eyes.

"No." Yami stood up. "No," he repeated, his eyes burning a low dark red.

Yugi threw the plate at Yami. "No!" he screamed at Yami. He made a grab for the God Puzzle around his neck. "Priest!" he screamed. "I go to Priest!"

Yami smacked Yugi's hand away. "No," he said, his voice lowering even more.

"Katsuya! I go to Katsuya!"

Yami grabbed Yugi's wrists and held him against the wall, the Eye of Ra burning brightly on his forehead. "No!" he screamed into Yugi's face. He leaned in for a bruising kiss.

A high-pitch scream erupted from Yugi's throat that could be heard throughout the palace. Yugi began to pound his fists into Yami's chest.

Yami held Yugi down with his hands, forcing himself into Yugi's body.

~~~

A scream echoed throughout the palace, followed by loud sobs. Katsuya jumped up. "Seto," he said frantically. "I think that's Yugi. We should-- "

Seto forced another cup in Katsuya's hand. "Have some more wine," he said softly. "Pharaoh can do what he wants, Katsuya." He began kissing at Katsuya's neck.

Beginning to show the signs of the wine, Katsuya fell against Seto. "Seto...Priest Seto...s-stop...please..."

Seto poured more wine into the glass. "Have some more," he mumbled into the blonde's neck. "Relax," he whispered, beginning to pull at Katsuya's kilt. "Just relax," he whispered. Seto laid him down and straddled his hips. He laid on top of him, beginning to kiss at his neck.

"Please stop," Katsuya murmured, pressing his hands against Seto's shoulders, trying to get him off of him. Moaning low in his throat, he sank into the bed. "S-st-stop. Please..."

Seto began breathing heavily. Sitting up, he slide off of Katsuya. He leaned down, kissing at the younger priest's smooth stomach. Sucking and biting at it, he left his mark of ownership.

Katsuya slipped into blackness as Seto slipped in his body.

~~~