Next chapter! Lime?! Here's the plot. RRE!

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The next day was very tense. Malik spent the hours thinking about the slave he had seen. Nothing could take his mind from it. Pharaoh Yami asked him what was the matter. "Nothing," Malik answered. He was now lying to him. This bothered Malik for some reason.

The night came and Malik anxiously awaited sun set. It finally arrived. He slipped into the night. The bluish sand glowed beneath the moon. He turned a corner and found Isis standing near a door. Her eyes lit up with glee at Malik's appearance. "You found me. I know you would be out again." She kissed his cheek. "I had to sneak away from Seto, but he wouldn't mind."

"Umm," Malik stumbled, "I have to leave. There's a ... place I have got to go to." Great, another lie. He pulled away from Isis and quickly walked away. She folded her arms and sighed from annoyance. Malik did not care. He continued on through the streets. The prison cell was harder to find. His thoughts were jumbled. Why was he doing this? Why was he so bothered? The shadow of the cell came into view. It was so dark and dank. There was only one window. It seemed so cruel.

Malik approached the barred hole that was a window and peered in. The same deep violet eyes stared back. "Hmm, I knew you would be back," a low voice said.

"How...?" Malik replied. The slave rose up and moved into the little light. His sandy blond hair was fiercely spiked. All he wore was a white hip wrap.

The slave beckoned Malik to follow him over to the door. It was solid but very rigid. "Why not open this door?" he murmured dreamily through the crack. Malik felt entranced. He lifted the heavy, metal latch and pulled the door open. The slave drew Malik inside. He sat down in a mound of hay piled in the corner. Malik kneeled down to get a closer look at his face. "I am not surprised you're here. I saw you watching me. Surely, you want to know my name. It is Yami Malik."

The priest was surprised at the slave's arrogance. "My curiosity got the best of me. I wondered what slave was stupid enough to try to escape," Malik fibbed.

Yami Malik smirked. "Yeah, that's why I am sure you have been thinking about me all day."

"No ... I am engaged. My fiancée is beautiful. I love her."

"Sure." Yami Malik reached up and pulled Malik down into a hard kiss. Malik pushed hard to get away but then grabbed the slave's shoulders. Yami Malik's tongue to snaked around in his mouth. He resisted the urge to bite down. They let go. Malik fell back and blushed. Yami Malik chuckled. "I okay if you like me. No one will die because of it," he taunted.

"That's it, though! They will kill you!" His head buzzed from embarrassment.

"Who cares?" He grabbed the priest and yanked him flat onto the ground. Yami Malik restrained him with his muscular arms. He ripped off Malik's robe and exposed his naked form. Leaning down, Yami Malik found his way to his groin and traced a line from his inner thigh all the way up to Malik's lips.

"Please ..." Malik pleaded.

"But, I though you wanted me. Don't be feisty." He bit the priest's lip. A thin line of blood dripped down Malik's chin. The slave licked it up. Yami Malik climbed onto the boy. Malik could feel his harden crouch on his own. He needed him. Wrapping his hands around the yami's back, he lunged into him. Malik kissed his bare chest and wildly nibbled his ear.

"I want you," he whispered.

"I know," Yami Malik answered. Malik ran his fingers over the slave's back. He felt a group of thick scars on his back. With a slight gasp, he stopped.

"Your back, it's so scarred. Where are they from?" Malik panted.

"Don't worry about that, worry about us," he breathed. They clutched each other and continued kissing each other. Yami Malik would not allow Malik out of his grasp. Malik was now his. A low creak was not even heard.

Another had found had them. The two lovers were closed to the outside world and saw nothing. The person stared at them in amazement. How could this happen. He stood there wide-eyed and stunned. The person snapped back to reality. Yuugi backed out of the room and ran to the pharaoh.

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Mmmmm, angsty. There's a lime, I guess. Don't judge, just eat fudge. More to come.