I hope you like this, enjoy chapter three.

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Chapter Three

The dwelling in our hearts.

The evening came swiftly and the air turned bitter. One boy still sobbed into the chest of the mighty ruler and the other began to stir in his bed.

The young white haired boy gently rose and stared down at his bare chest. The blisters and bruises had been healed and his tenant was no where to be found. There was still and small in print left on his bed, where someone had laid their head.

He moaned at the sudden pain from his side. He peered down to see the rope burn had spilt, blood leaked through the bandage and there was no one to aid him. He sprang to his feet and stumbled out the oak doors.

Over on the other side of the palace, Kwennoir had been brushing Rouge for about half an hour. Her arms slowly moved across his majestic back and then she moved onto his long, sandy hair. Untangling every tiny knot, though she realised one night of sleeping in the stables and it'll be mattered with hay by sunrise.

It was strange to her to come to terms with her thought's and feeling's. Over the past few hours, all she could think about was this young boy she saved from the desert. She didn't even know his name and she found herself quite smitten around him. Staying by his bedside was extremely pleasing, she felt as if she could stay by his side all through out the night. However she had two reasons as not to stay, one her new job started that same evening and the other, well. She couldn't leave Rouge by himself all night.

Thinking back to how she described him earlier, innocent and untainted but knowing her luck, he was probably already taken. From the looks of his wounds; he had been tainted. However, it was not the love he deserved.

She giggled to herself, she didn't even know his name and yet could tell so much about him. From his angelic features, few words which he had spoke and peaceful slumber.

Her ear suddenly twitched with the sound of guards bellowing at an intruder. Deciding to help she put down the brush and jogged out of the stables, to where the commotion centred.

"Tell us boy!!" One guard launched forward and jabbed the injured youth in his stomach. Wincing, he fell forward and sob gently. He couldn't move or even speak in his own defence. Lying in an expanding pool of blood, he felt his life slip away from his fragile body.

"Hey!! Leave him alone." The little one raised his head and above him, stood the beauty that saved him from death. He cracked a small smile as she bent down and lifted him onto her back. She squirmed at the feel of his blood upon her back. She could feel his body turn slowly limp, he began to focus mainly on her voice because he couldn't stay conscious for much longer.

"Oh, look - it's her again." She growled as the same perverted guards approached her eagerly. She slowly began to back away down the large stone halls. She whispered comforting nothings to the drifting lad. His luscious hair laid softly on her breast, the white shone in the gentle beams of the sunset. His breath remained shallow and hushed, hers was heavy and deep. The guards pursed like to rolling boulders charging downwards, angry and revenge burn in their glaring eyes.

"Ha, ha, the Pharaoh won't save you know." They came only a metre away from them, however as she turned, she simply smiled at the sight beyond the guards.

"I bet to differ." Yami's voice rang out, clear as the morning bells. Yugi was at his side, holding onto his hand and hiding behind his forearm. Kwennoir giggled and slipped away.

"Your, your, Majesty! Please we beg for our forgiveness." They scrambled to the fall and repeated their apologises. Despite their pitiful plea's, Yami wouldn't have it.

"Enough!!" Yugi grinned and watched Yami screech at them, their pathetic forms shivered at his harsh tone.

Although the guards found his tone quite scary, Yugi found it very alluring. His firm muscles flexed in the sun light and it caused Yugi to quiver. Yami's deep and powerful voice sent shivers down his spine, nothing would please him more than to be alone with the mighty Pharaoh.

'No, I can't keep assuming that Yami will treat me any different than the Master did. I do admit that he is very kind and sweet but I doubt he'll ever love me. Not the love that I want; the love that I have desired for so long.' He turned his back to Yami, for fear that he would notice the tear trickling down his pale cheek.

"Out of my site, both of you!! I never want to see you within palace grounds again, now leave!" Yami smirked comfortingly and turned gradually toward Yugi, noticing his shivering shoulders, he placed a soft hand on his shoulder and pulled him into a loving embrace.

"Are you alright Yugi?" Yugi pulled back slightly and rubbed his tear away. He dare not move, if he did; the sensual feeling of Yami's touch would fade.

Eventually, he nodded and suddenly peered at Yami's left hand. The Pharaoh noticed this and hastily moved them aside. Without any time for rational thought, Yugi reached forward and grabbed his hand, pulling it to his face, he smoothed it across his face and across his chest.

Yami's breath stopped deadly in his throat, he could feel the gently beat of Yugi magnificent bodily engine. His own heart began to race and moved to his mouth. His head was swimming at the pure and soothing touch of Yugi's bare skin.

"Pharaoh! My gosh, I wasn't thinking straight!!! I'm so sorry!" Yugi fell backwards and hit his head on the rough slaps of stone. Yami protectively leaped forward and held his head against his shoulder.

"Oh Yugi, please there is no need to call me Pharaoh, I am Yami, please, I would like for you to call me Yami. Are you okay, well you don't seem to be bleeding." Yugi whimpered slightly. Yami smiled blissfully down upon him and pulled his head close and kissed the sore area with a tender emotion. Yami wasn't sure whether it was clever, or even reasonably, or how Yugi would react. But the aching inside Yami dove him.

Across the palace, the doctor busied himself tending to the boy in the stained bed. Kwennoir stayed at his side, holding his hand and smoothing it gently as his face continued to turn a ghost like white.

"He's going to be alright, isn't he?" She asked, her eyes lined with salty tears. He patted her shoulder in comfort.

"We can only hope; hopefully with rest, he'll recover." She nodded, letting a tear fall from her eye, he left her alone and closed the door softly. She sniffled and looked upon him with tenderness, she smoothed his cheek with her quivering hand.

'Please be okay.' Her eyes moved to the window, it was dark outside it was time to go to work, she bided the youngster and silent farewell and fled.

She swiftly travelled down the steps of the forbidden chamber and remained in the dark. The room was cold and dank, she wished that she had brought a blanket to stop her constant shivering. Although she remained perfectly still, like a cheater watching her prey, her mind drifted back to that of her friends and family. She could imagine burring fires in the streets and the howling of the terrible monsters, who lust for food and plunder it all. She gripped onto her staff, the wood weakened under the mounting pressure. She suddenly stood and turned to face the tablet on the wall, a carving of the gods. She lowered her body and preyed in silence, she preyed for her peoples survival and happiness to always remain whilst she away. She then preyed for Pharaoh Yami and asked to give him strength of mind and heart. In turn he would send his finest sorcerers to guard her beloved friends.

Yugi laid in the steamy water, his skin feeling comfort for the first time in, what seemed to have been years. He ran the soaps along his arms and legs, cleansing every inch of battered and abused skin. When he had finished, a sigh of comfort escaped from his lips. He felt quite intrusive, using the Pharaoh's personally bathroom, the type of luxury he was not used to. Yugi did not know how to react to his surroundings, everything thing he looked upon was pure extravagance. Although there was something else which nagged at him, he felt concerned for his friend, which they had both gone through so much together. Yugi decided to go and visit him after he had dried off, he picked up the towel and wrapped it around his petite body. Right beside the towels, was a set off clean, silk clothes, Yugi didn't wait to be dry, he swiftly pulled them on, they clung to him and warmed him instantly.

Through the next room, Yami was busy at his desk, drawing papers to send out his men to protect Kwennoir's village, it was a method of distracting his mind from Yugi and his gentle misunderstood ways. Suddenly, his chamber doors flung open, Set charged into his hall and began to argue.

"Pharaoh, please will you reconsider, I will not be forced to protect a small village with my superior power!" Beyond the room, Yugi jumped and peered through the door way, watching the angry priest.

"Set, I made a promise to Kwennoir and I aim to uphold my end of the deal, we need her!" He bellowed back at him.

"And why couldn't you just employ me to guard the Millennium items?" He came ever closer, almost within arm's length.

"Because you have other duties, besides I believe you need to get away from the city for a while, to travel a bit and get out of those same old clothes. Please, I ask you this as your friend, I need you to protect the village. Will you do it, to fulfil your oath to me and my survive?" Set grunted and bowed, walking out in a hurry. Yugi, who had watched this, slowly came out from behind the doorframe.

"Ah Yugi, sorry about that." Yami smiled warmly, he moved to his large, silk covered bed and pulled back the sheets.

"You can sleep here tonight, tomorrow, I'll arrange another room for you, I will be downstairs giving some orders to my men, I'll be back later." Yugi nodded and moved around the bed, climbing in and covering himself.

"Sleep well." Yami said as he existed the chamber, closing the doors quietly behind him.