Yugi glanced outside the window where he could see the ceremony begin faintly in the background. He walked over to the door and began picking at the lock. Finally getting it opened, Yugi silently ran through the empty palace to the dungeon. He set out to pick the lock to Bakura's cell.

Marik placed his hand on Yugi's shoulder. He pressed a key into his palm. "Take the pharaoh down," he said softly.

Yugi put the key in the lock hole, turning it. He walked in softly. "Bakura? We go," he said, in Egyptian, smiling.

~~~

Bakura pulled the robe off of Yugi's face, smiling at him. He set him down on the desert sand, taking his hand. "I have to read the texts in a certain tomb. It's still pretty full of goods, so we have to be careful not to disturb anything."

Yugi smiled up at Bakura. "You promise this will work?"

Ruffling Yugi's hair, he smiled down at him. "I've read the hieroglyphs very carefully, young one. I would not have started this search if I was not absolutely positive."

~~~

As the crowd began to disperse from the plaza, Seto looked up at the clouds that were beginning to form high above his head. Wind began wiping his brown hair around. His eyes searched the crowd frantically for the younger priest. He gripped his God Rod tightly, trying not to panic. With as many purple-robed priest that there were, he had a hard time finding him. He ran up to the top of the platform where Yami sat in his throne surrounded by beautiful young boys and girls. "Yami," he said breathlessly. "Pharaoh, we should move you inside."

Yami smiled up at Seto, amused. Twisting a lock of hair around on his finger, laughing, he replied, "What's a little wind going to do to me? I suggest you round up that little priest of yours," he motioned to a hunched- up purple mound at the bottom of the stairs.

Seto barely bowed to Yami before he was running, sliding next to Katsuya. "Kat...Kat, are you okay?"

Katsuya threw his arms around Seto, trembling. "I was so scared..." he said into Seto's ear. "I think I messed up..."

Smoothing down his hair, Seto said affectionately, "No, no, no...you did fine..." He brought Katsuya's face up to his, kissing him.

From the throne, Yami paused long enough from his sexual entertainment to give Seto a small smile.

~~~

Coughing, Yugi leaned his head against the tomb wall.

Bakura grabbed him by the hair fast. "Don't ever touch the wall!" he whispered frantically. "There's poison on it."

Yugi coughed again, leaning his head against Bakura's leg. He whispered, "My throat hurts, Bakura."

"Shh..." Bakura said, holding the torch closer to the wall. "I'm trying to read this."

Yugi breathed hard, trying to get air in. He clutched onto Bakura's leg, but began sliding down into the ground, passing out.

Bakura juggled the touch, trying to pick up Yugi. "Yugi, wake up, wake up. Come on, Yugi..."

Seto peeked into the tomb. "Here, pass Katsuya the torch and I'll help you with Yugi."

After passing Yugi to Seto, Bakura asked, "What are you two doing here?"

"The ceremony is over," Katsuya answered, taking Yugi's head in his lap.

Bakura looked in the direction of the palace with panic.

"Don't worry, Tomb Raider. Yami is being kept busy with other...young boys and girls. He won't notice until much later tomorrow. Yugi needs to lie down."

Katsuya tilted Yugi's head back and poured some liquid in his mouth.

"I need to keep reading this."

"Here, let me break it down for you, Bakura," he said as he took off his robe and laid it in the sand, laying Yugi on top of it. "There are seven God Items. They were created when a pharaoh, the pharaoh in that tomb, split up the magic that ruled our lands and placed them into vessels, the God Items. Bring them all together, along with the master, you unlock the power that they each possess."

"But the master...the God Master. Who are they?"

"The master is suspected to be the pharaoh re-born. It's been such a long time, the records have been destroyed by fire."

"I thought your people were not re-born. What you say makes little sense."

"There are special occasions, I believe. I can't tell you for sure and there is nothing about the Master written on the walls, just declaration that he was needed. The pharaoh was not favored by his people, and so his tomb has little protection." Seto pulled off his hat, laying in next to him in the sand. Sitting before him in nothing more than his kilt, Seto struck Bakura as a foreigner. "Do you realize what would happened to us if we were caught ransacking a tomb?"

"I can't imagine much--"

"You'd be very wrong. A priest, my High Priest, was the one who opened this tomb. His ears were cut off, his nose cut off, his tongue and lips removed, and each finger cut off, so he would not have his senses in the next life. He was then made to sit on a stick, being impaled to death. His last sight, before the pharaoh gauged out his eyes, was of me being declared the new High priest. Me, a lowly orphan, his little faithful apprentice and concubine. Me, a high priest. You were not punished since the tomb wasn't sealed yet; the body had not been placed in."

"Why do you help me? You risk so much...and isn't Morning Star your friend?"

"He was; he might still be. But he has hurt me greatly. Though that is not why I help. I help because I want to see this great power, even if it is destroying me."

"It means you may lack proper burial. You may loose your chance at an afterlife."

"I'd rather die and know, then live forever in ignorance."

Katsuya laid his head down next to Seto, yawning. "How long will we stay here?"

Seto began running his fingers through Katsuya's hair. "Mmmm...probably late. We are not welcome into the palace after the ceremony, Yami gets his orgy tonight and it's best not to interrupt." He slide down, laying next to his lover. "We can move to the temple, though, if you like."

Bakura laid on his side next to Yugi, softly running his hand up and down the boy's soft skin.

Climbing on top of Katsuya, Seto began kissing at his neck. "Mmmm..." Katsuya murmured, slightly bored sounding. Easing away from Seto, he began slightly spoon with Yugi.

Seto stared at the two who seemed to worship the young boy's body, as Yami did. Seto had noticed the boy's effect on him, too. It had been so subtle, he hadn't even noticed it until now. ~What is it about this slave that draws people to him? Is it his unbreakable will? Or just an air of strength and mystery?~ He watched them, interested.

The way their hands moved over Yugi was almost like making love itself. Katsuya began kissing at Yugi's neck, back, and shoulder while pulling Yugi's thin shirt off. Bakura chose to continue to just softly touch Yugi's skin, just wanting to be close. Yugi began to slightly struggle at Katsuya's attempts, but was quickly quieted by a hand over his mouth.

"What did you give him to drink?" Seto softly asked.

While shaking off his robes, he quickly answered, "Strong wine...very strong...with a bit of a certain herb that's suppose to make people sleepy. To ease the his pain," he said off-handedly.

"Liar, you want to be with him" Seto said accusingly.

"Maybe you're right. The wine seemed to work so well on me for you."

Bakura sat up, a bit alarmed. "You're going to have sex with him against his choice?"

"He's not...I'm not rapping him...I'm seducing him."

Seto noticed tears beginning to run down Yugi's cheeks, who continued to stay quiet under Katsuya's hand. Seto stood up, knocking both Bakura and Katsuya away. Seto picked up Yugi, robe and all. He softly began to talk to the young boy, trying to keep him awake. The next thing he knew, Seto was kissing Yugi.

Yugi struggled a bit, but fell against Seto, breaking the kiss. Yugi began to sob quickly into Seto's shoulder. Seto tighten the grip around Yugi, in slight stoic shock over what he had done. He was hypocritical, he was going behind his pharaoh's back, he was breaking Yugi's trust...he was conversing with a commoner...even if he WAS the Celtic king. Biting at his lip, he said softly, "Katsuya, grab my headdress, both of you, follow me."

When they reached the temple, Seto laid Yugi onto a bed, who was beginning to fall asleep. He shook him gently. "Yugi, Yugi...don't fall asleep...don't..."

Bakura laid down next to him and took him into his arms. "Wake up, Yugi..." He began petting Yugi's hair.

Katsuya rolled his eyes at them and sighed disgustingly. "You all want to, I know you do." When they turned to look at them, taken aback, he crossed his arms. "He won't even remember in the morning. What's going to happen even if does? Bakura and I are the only one who can understand him. We won't be punished."

Seto looked down at his hands in his lap. Slowly, he leaned into Bakura and Yugi, beginning to kiss at Yugi's neck. Bakura's eyes narrowed at him and laid Yugi down on the bed again. "Leave him alone," he spat out angrily, standing up.

Katsuya pushed past Bakura, throwing off his robe and climbing onto the bed. He grabbed Yugi and forcefully kissed him. Yugi's heavily-laded eyes widened, shocked. "Katsu...?" he sobbed. He pressed his hands against him, trying to push himself away. "No! Stop!"

Katsuya grabbed Yugi harshly by the neck, pulling him close, and kissing him again. Yugi moaned and screamed into Katsuya's mouth, "Stop!"

Seto looked at Bakura through the corner of his eye, but slide in next to Yugi. He loosely draped his arm around Yugi and, brushing the young boy's hair off his neck, began kissing and gently biting at Yugi's neck.

Yugi whimpered, but stopped struggling, the drink having taken full effect. Tears continued to roll down his eyes, though, and Seto began gently and physically comforting Yugi. But, as soon as Yugi's sobs had quieted, Katsuya pushed Yugi onto his back, ripped off Yugi's kilt, and pressed himself against the lean body, entering it.

Yugi screamed loudly and jumped up, but was pushed down again by Katsuya who had quickly began to press against him. Yugi's screams didn't waver, but began forming words. "On! On! On! Pots, Katsuya! Esaelp! Katsuyaaaaa...!"

Ignoring the boy's pleas, Katsuya got onto his knees next to the low bed and grabbed Yugi's hips, continuing to thrust in him.

Seto took Yugi's head in his lap, softly running his hands in his smooth hair and wiping away his tears. "It's okay," he whispered, feeling helpless to do anything else.

Katsuya groaned, thrusting harder and faster, his head rolled back and his eyes closed in pure ecstasy.

Suddenly, looking down at his lover pressing into the small boy, Seto was overcome with a deep lust he couldn't control and leaned into Yugi for a hungry kiss. Yugi whimpered, beginning a fresh set of tears. "No..." he moaned. Seto weaved his fingers through Yugi's hair, clutching at his head. "Mmm...mmmmphhh..." Yugi moaned. "S-s-st-stop..."

Bakura stood there, unable to do anything. Whenever he made a motion towards them, or open his mouth to speak, he stopped, thinking of what the priests could do to him. Finally, he backed himself up against the stone wall and slide down in a stoop position, watching them rape his king. Yugi's sobs echoed through the tremple, underlined with Seto and Katsuya's moans, leaving Bakura feeling chilled inside.

~~~

Yugi sat up, stopped, and moaned in pain, as tears formed in his eyes. Noticing blood on the blanket, scattered memories from the night before filled his head and he felt overwhelmed. He fell against the bed, eyes wide, shocked. He clenched his fist, tears rolling down his face. As his head cleared a bit, he heard voices talking in another room. Not understanding what they said or who they were, Yugi stood up and slowly walked into the next room. Upon entering it, he stopped, temporally blinded by the sun's light shining through the window.

He put his arm up to block as he heard someone say, "He's bleeding...what's going on?"

Yugi's eyes cleared and he looked into the face of Katsuya, who was slowly walking toward him. "No!" he screamed, backing up into Seto, who tried to place his hands on Yugi's shoulders to comfort him. Twisting out of his grasp, Yugi turned, running blindly and painfully, nearly colliding with Bakura. He stopped and gasped, looking into the eye of the man who was suppose to protect him. He turned and, seeing Yami, ran into Yami, wrapping his arms around Yami's waist and sobbing.

"What's going on?" Yami repeated. "What is he doing here?"

Katsuya looked at Seto nervous. Seto answered finally with, "We wanted you to enjoy your night, Yami. We took him here to get him out of the way. And to protect him..."

"Then why does he seem scared for his life? He's bleeding and bruised, what the hell is going on?" Yami demanded to know.

Again, Seto answered. "I'm not sure, Yami," he lied. "I suppose we should clean him up."

Yami turned to Katsuya. "Ask him what's wrong. I have to know."

Katsuya nervously walked over to them and bent down on one knee. "Yugi...I ma yrros," he whispered. "Esaelp od ton eb dam ta em."

Yugi gasped and tightened his grip around Yami's thin frame.

Bending in to pick Yugi up, Yami said, "Ask him what's wrong. Tell him I want to help."

Trying again, Katsuya said, "Era uoy yako, Yugi? I od ton tnaw ot ees uoy truh. Esaelp, Yugi...I ma yrros."

Yugi whispered, "I od ton tnaw ot reve ees uoy niaga. I thguoht uoy erew ym dneirf, tub uoy truh em. I...let Seto tahw I dias. I etah uoy htob. Dna Bakura," he said, turning to look at Bakura. "I thguoht uoy erew ot tcetorp em." He laid his head on Yami shoulder, almost as if his mind was broken and empty.

Katsuya looked down and whispered, "He says he wants to go to the palace; he wants to get some sleep."

Yami eyed them all a bit suspiciously. "Well, whatever...but like I was saying, unless you want to register Bakura as your own slave, you have to stop pulling him out of the dungeon."

Seto nodded and tried to comfort Yugi, having understood no word of what he had said. When Yugi tensed at his touch, Katsuya took Seto aside and whispered to him.

Yami's ever watchful eye saw all of this, but he was most interested by Bakura's behavior, who was closing his eyes tight, digging his nails into his fists. "So stupid..." he whispered. "So weak..."

Yami turned from them and carried Yugi to the palace, setting him carefully on his bed. As he let go, Yugi clutched onto Yami. "I go get help," Yami whispered. "You...hurt?"

Yugi clutched Yami harder, beginning to cry again. Yami climbed onto the bed next to Yugi, taking him into his arms. He petted Yugi's hair, trying to soothe the miserable boy. Yami sighed woefully, never feeling so distant and yet so close to someone at the same time. "I need you Yugi," he whispered, begging that Yugi did and didn't understand at the same time. "I need you so much..." He leaned in and kissed Yugi on the top of his hair, then laid back again, hugging Yugi tighter.

~~~