Well, here's a new (and longer, I hope) story in my own little corner of the YuGiOh universe.

REPOSTED, minus lemony goodness. Sorry! They deleted me.

Fair warning, this story is rated R, for later chapters. It's YAOI (Pair: Atem/Yugi).

This is a sequel to my first fanfic, Discovery, and is dedicated to Yami Tangela, who gave me my first review!

Speech through the mind link = :Hello:

Japanese Glossary:

Mou hitori no boku : Another me (Yugi's original name for Atem in the manga)

-kun: Honorific used between male friends the same age

-chan: Honorific literally meaning "little", it's used by Atem to show affection.

Aibou: Partner. Atem's name for Yugi in the manga

If I missed any, e-mail me and I'll let you know.

DISCLAIMER: Because I don't want to write this out for every chapter: Characters based on the manga YuGiOh, published by Shonen Jump (Viz), used in this (entire) fan fiction are the intellectual property of Takahashi-sensei. I don't own them. I did not nor will I receive any money for this writing - it is purely for entertainment purposes. The story, however, is of my own creation.

(I still want to rent Bakura Ryou-chan though. He he.)

The Mouth of Yomi - Chapter One - The Angel and the Pharaoh.

"Atem-kun, what are you doing?" Yugi asked, wrinkling his nose and trying not to sneeze as something fine drifted down his face.

"Oi, hold still, Yugi-chan." Atem admonished. Yugi felt the other teen tap him gently on the nose and smothered a sigh. "I don't want to have to start over, you know - I'm almost done." Obligingly smoothing his features, he instead began to tap gently on his chair.

The dry heat of August pervaded the attic bedroom the twain shared, making Yugi sweat under the towel looped over his shoulders. It was almost time for the Day of the Dead, the time of mourning and celebration; so Atem and Yugi had decided to throw a costume party. To add to the fun (at least, that's how Atem had put it) they had decided to pick out what the other would wear to the party.

So Yugi sat on a chair in the attic bedroom the two shared, eyes closed. Atem finished with whatever he'd been doing to Yugi's face and moved behind the chair. A tug on his hair made him jump, but true to their bet he kept his eyes closed.

"Atem-kun, that hurt."

"Sorry, Yugi-chan!" Atem answered in a sing-song voice, not sounding sorry at all, and continued his work. He began humming softly to himself, a thoroughly contented sound, and Yugi groaned inwardly. The only time his yami hummed was in the shower and when he was plotting mischief.

He'd found out a few things about the ex-Pharaoh in the last five months since he'd been reincarnated. For one thing, Atem had a positive passion for dressing Yugi up like a doll, usually in the most outrageous fashions. He also had a streak of mischief in him a mile wide, a side of the King of Games that no one but his aibou ever saw.

Atem continued with what he was doing, still humming. Yugi felt something clip onto his upper ear, then into the hole at the bottom of the lobe. After three solid months of nagging, Yugi had finally given in and gone to get his ears pierced. He was still holding out against any other piercing, thank you very much.

"Stand up and hold out your arms." Atem said suddenly, after a last tug on Yugi's hair.

Again he did as he was told, standing up in only a pair of briefs. The towel was taken from his shoulders - making him shiver as a draft hit the sweat underneath - and something cold was pushed onto his upper arms. They felt like armlets, but thicker that he usually wore. Something heavy settled around his neck and chest - not the Puzzle, but it was certainly metal. Then Atem slipped something heavy on his wrists, and what felt like rings on his hand. What felt like a light skirt wrapped a couple of times around his waist and fastened at the front, secured by a fabric belt. Something heavy settled on his head. He heard Atem pace a few times around him, then felt a hand lead him across the room.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now." The Pharaoh said, repressed glee in his voice.

"Oh, Kami-sama, what's he done to me?" Yugi thought as he opened his eyes. Then he stared at the mirror he was facing, jaw open in shock.

For a wild second, he thought he was looking at his yami. Then he realized that it was a mirror, and stared some more.

Atem had dressed him as a Pharaoh, down to every detail. He practically dripped gold jewellery; the pleated kilt of cotton linen around his waist looked perfect. He wore no shirt, but instead a wide neckpiece of beaten gold inlaid with jewels he didn't recognize. The crown sat on his forehead, wide winged sides flaring out behind his blond bangs. And he was wearing makeup!

Dark eyeliner surrounded his wide purple eyes, and his eyelids had been dusted with blue and gold powder. More gold powder dusted his spiked hair, into which Atem had woven gold and blue beads.

"Just need the sandals…" Atem said thoughfully. "But that can wait, it's warm enough to go barefoot. We often did in Egypt. So, what do you think? I couldn't find kohl and lapis dust, but I thought this works just as well, and it isn't as messy to put on."

"I…" Yugi blinked. "I…Is that really me?" He looked different, older somehow in that costume.

The Pharaoh surveyed Yugi's reaction and tried very hard not to burst out laughing. Oi, the boy looked good. He probably didn't even realize it, but Yugi'd grown in the last few months. He and Atem were the same height - 5'6", which was tall for an Ancient Egyptian Prince but fairly short by today's standards - and had filled out a bit. His skin was still Japanese pale compared to the Pharaoh's bronze, but other than that and some tiny differences in hair and eyes, they could be twins.

'Hm. Yami and Hikari, Darkness and Light.' Atem thought idly as Yugi got his vocal apparatus working again. 'Damn, he does look good in that outfit - good enough to eat. Too bad he's not showing signs of leaning that way.' Atem laughed to himself. Thanks to his returned memories, he remembered a great many things, and not all of them had to do with the Shadow Games. He remembered that lovely girl his uncle had given him for a thirteenth birthday gift, and that cute servant boy with the blue eyes. Then there was the time that he and Set had gone to that brothel…Atem blushed at the thought, catching Yugi's attention.

:What is it, mou hitori no boku?:

:Shouldn't I be calling you that, mou hitori no boku?: Atem returned. Yugi laughed, diverted.

"Hai, at least when I'm dressed like this. Thank you, Atem-kun. I like it very much."

"Good." The Pharaoh started to put away the make-up he'd used on his aibou when suddenly Yugi grabbed his hand.

"Oh no, you don't, Atem-kun. Now it's your turn." Pulling at the Pharaoh's hand, Yugi brought him into the spare room, where an outfit was waiting.

Atem blinked. The first thing he noticed was it was WHITE. Entirely. Completely. Yugi expected him to wear that?

"Put it on, Atem-kun." Yugi grinned. "I just have to get something."

With a sigh, Atem walked in the room and picked up the clothing. Skin tight leather pants and a silk shirt…hm. This might not be so bad after all.

He'd just finished doing up the last of the buttons on the shirt when Yugi returned, carrying something nearly as big as he was. At first Atem had the impression that his aibou was carrying a fluffy stuffed animal - then he took a closer look.

"You have got to be kidding!"

"Nope. These go on over the shirt." Yugi grinned fit to split his face in two, eyes sparkling. "In fact, since I'm the Pharaoh for the day it seems, you might consider it an order."

"Oi. Of course, Oh Mighty Pharaoh." Atem actually sketched a bow, ironic though it was. Yugi giggled.

It took the two of them to get the full sized angel's wings attached to Atem's back. When they were in place, Atem grumbled but had to admit, it didn't look too bad, all things considered. Especially if he left the to three or four buttons on the shirt undone. Yugi vanished again a re-appeared with the pot of gold dust Atem had used, sprinkling it on over the head and wings of his yami.

"Perfect." Yugi smiled. "A hallowed glow for my angel."

"Lovely." Atem said dryly. "All I need now is a harp."

The party was smaller than it might have been - Anzu was away in New York, visiting with a cousin and wouldn't be back until late that night. Seto, of course had declined the invite, but Mokuba had been able to come. Jounouchi, Suzuka and Honda both came, but Otogi had declined. Bakura was there too.

Despite the small numbers, they'd had a great time. Everyone had been fooled at first into thinking that Atem had answered the door, when it had been Yugi; the yami found that hilarious. He wasn't as amused when they saw his costume and laughed, though.

Five pizzas, a movie and innumerable party games later, Yugi finally let Jounouchi out the door with his sister and sighed. He looked at the clock - it was nearly one in the morning. At least it was easier to sleep in the cooler part of the night.

Atem sprawled across the couch, wings askew, half-asleep. He looked so sexy in that outfit; just looking at him made Yugi blush.

Confused, he turned away. He knew he liked girls - knew it for a fact. So why did the sight of his yami in a rare moment of vulnerability make him want to pounce on him like a cat, cuddle up to his chest and purr?

'I'm just tired.' he thought as he made a cursory pass of the living room, getting the worst of the garbage cleaned up. He'd do the rest in the morning.

"Leave that, aibou." Atem murmured from the couch, purple-crimson eyes half lidded. "I'll help you with it in the morning."

The Millennium Puzzle was upstairs in their bedroom, so Yugi couldn't speak mind - to - mind with the Pharaoh. He turned to glance at Atem with a tired smile.

"I just want to get the pizza boxes away and the glasses in the sink, or it'll be a royal mess tomorrow." he answered. When he was done, Atem had closed his eyes again, head tossed back on the armrest, mouth open. Yugi blinked at the pose, a blush burning his cheeks again as he felt himself stir. Walking over to the couch, Yugi tugged at the wide ribbon attaching the wings. The slip-knot came loose and he managed to tug them free. Atem sighed in his sleep, curling up on his side. Tossing a blanket over his peacefully sleeping other half, Yugi turned to go up the stairs to his room, then stopped. He faced Atem again and, greatly daring, kissed him gently. A tiny smile curving his lips, the Pharaoh sighed again.

Shaking his head at his own confusion, Yugi went upstairs to his room. Without bothering to turn on the lights, he slipped the elaborate gold crown off his head and placed it on the table next to the Puzzle.

"Here." a voice, deeper than his own, whispered in his ear as warm arms wrapped around his waist. "Let me help you with that."

"A..atem-kun?" Yugi asked as the other began unfastening the cotton kilt. The sudden warmth and soft breath in his ear had caused a definite reaction, one that his yami was sure to notice.

"Hai, Yugi-chan?" Deft hands had already relieved him of the loose cotton. Now Atem worked on the neckpiece, working the heavy gold free. Yugi gasped as a hot mouth landed on the junction between his neck and shoulder.

"Ahh…" His protest halted in mid-word by the sensations running through his body, Yugi shuddered as his yami licked his neck. "I… don't…"

"You don't?" The warmth around his waist vanished as Atem stood back - then a hand on his shoulders turned him around.

The silk shirt was unbuttoned completely now, as well as the top fastening of his pants. The sight of Atem's chest and stomach made Yugi even more aware of his excitement. His breath hitched as the fabric slid off one shoulder.

"Gomen nasai, Aibou." the Pharaoh said softly, not noticing his stare. "It's just when you kissed me downstairs, I thought that maybe…well, I suppose I thought wrong." Atem shrugged. In a flash of moonlight Yugi saw the haunted look in his partner's face. He turned to leave the room, but in that instant Yugi made his decision.

"Wait," he said, catching Atem's wrist. Daring, taking more of a risk that he'd ever had in his life, Yugi leaned over and kissed him again, full on the lips.

Neither teenager saw the shadowy form that lurked outside their window, waiting.

To Be Continued…

Okay, here it is WITHOUT lemons or kumquats or any other citrus fruits. ;)

This should be interesting - I tend to compose stories backwards, so I know what's going to happen, but I'm not sure how they're going to get there. Should be fun to find out. Provided my internet connection stays up, I should be updating at least once a week, and the way this is going it should be a longer story that the first one I did.

Anyone who wants to read the NC17 version, e-mail me and let me know, 'kay?

{shameless begging} R&R kudasai! Arigato!