((Thank you to those who have, and are starting to show interest in this Fic! Enjoy! Please Read and Review. I've put a lot of work and thought into this chapter. I hope this chapter meets or exceeds your expectations. Light Lemon, and it is marked. This is a Yami only chapter. Yuugi's chapter will follow. To clear up something before I confuse you. If Yami and Yuugi are in Egypt they are speaking Arabic. If Yami and Yuugi are in Japan they are speaking Japanese. If Yami and Yuugi are in America they are speaking English. This applies for every chapter unless other wise stated. Also did anyone else notice that in the last chapter I forgot to mention that Yuugi got dressed? ' Please excuse that, and pretend he did get dressed. You'll get one more update before I start the rotate process. Also please excuse update delays I am currently on vacation.))

"Isis, if only…" Yami growled as his fist hit the wall. In appearance he was a tall, well built, young man of 19. He'd been without Yuugi for a year, and upon Isis' request kept himself busy teaching Duel Monsters to the age group of 14-18. He dueled occasionally. Isis insisted that if he kept his mind occupied he wouldn't fall into the dark depths of despair as Yuugi had done. He was angry with himself for not being able to be there for him. "And, now he is in America…"

Isis crossed her arms at her chest, puffed up a bit, and rolled her eyes. "My Pharaoh you know you cannot be there for him, or go chasing after him." She drew a breath. "You are being challenged, and to give in forfeits the game."

Yami nodded his head in defeat, and sighed. "I know Isis." He walked over to the window, and gazed out ward viewing the hot sands, and setting sun. "It wouldn't be so difficult to keep myself occupied if it was something I enjoyed doing." He turned around to face Isis who had now slacked in stance. He was venturing to say something he hadn't told her. "I love Duel Monsters, and teaching it wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't a group of hormonal teens. All the girls want me because they think I'm a nice piece of ass." He growled. "I say I am not interested. They ask why." He clinched his fists, and Isis could see it coming. "I say because I am taken. They say they are better than whomever I am with. So then I say I am gay. They tell me no I am not." He took a deep breath, and continued. "They start crying, and me being nice I comfort them. Then they say see I told you aren't gay." His voice rose. "Damn teens." His fist made contact with the wall.

Isis sighed, and raised her voice. "Marik." It was all that needed to be said. She was rubbing her temple thankful that he was at least hitting the wall he always hit. The wall, however, much putty and patching was starting to show ware. Her voice lowered, and she put a hand on his shoulder. "Perhaps, then we should find you a different outlet than teaching that age group Duel Monsters, or just find something else all together."

Isis paused as Marik had entered the room with putty and patching tools in hand. "What was it this time Isis?" He started on the wall.

"Marik we'll discuss it later after Yami leaves, so we can save our wall from anther attack." Isis smiled, as Yami turned back around. "Think on it Pharaoh of which you would rather do, and then we will go from there."

Yami nodded his head softly. "I will do so Isis." With that Yami turned and head for the door. "I need to take a walk to cool off. How I'll do so in this heat is beyond me." He chuckled, and exited the room.

Once Yami was out of the room, and out of earshot Isis told Marik what had happened as she helped him finish fixing the wall.

Start Light Lemon

Yami's restless naked form lay under a thin sheet. His eyes fluttered open when he heard the door open, and click shut. Then the sound of clothing dropping, and movement from behind him filled his ears. He didn't turn check things out thinking it was just his mind running away from him. He shifted slightly, and closed his eyes.

Marik rested a hand on Yami's thigh, and turned him so he was on his back. "My Pharaoh I was a servant of your tomb, now I'll be a servant of your body."

Before Yami could respond to say anything Marik had taken his lifeless length into his mouth causing a quick reaction. The heat of Marik's mouth sent his unused senses into over drive; it was no comparison to a cold quick hand job. His mind spun dizzily, he made to protest, but no voice escaped his lips, just a soft welcome moan.

Marik's continued to pleasure Yami, as he prepared himself, until he felt Yami tense. Only then did he release his mouth with a soft grunt of protest from Yami because his erection was aching, and his body was begging for release. Marik then slid himself onto the bed, straddling him. Slowly he let his body descend upon Yami's length. Once he was comfortable he began to find a rhythm.

Their bodies were shadows in the darkened room, and features could barely be traced. No sound escaped Marik's lips to the feel of pain or pleasure, but Yami could tell from his body, and extra breaths he was enjoying it. In not betraying Marik's attempt at silence, Yami offered the same attempt silence. He bit his bottom lip to hold back, and only offered movements of the body to show his pleasure in it.

He helped Marik find a rhythm, and when they finally matched, he was able to hit his spot over and over again. The constant finding of Marik's prostate caused his head to toss back, his eyes to roll, and his back to arch. His fists clenched harder attempting to make as little noise as possible. He wasn't expecting such pleasures to be returned to him. He bit on his bottom lip, muffling the cries of pleasure he wished to scream.

Sweat forming on both bodies. Marik had taken his own length in hand, as he grew near. Yami made a jester to help, but Marik wouldn't let him touch anymore of him than he had to. Which were the hips, and the length inside of his body. Marik moaned as soft as his body would allow. It was followed by heavy panting as he came, and Yami watched the seed seep through his fist.

Yami gasped as the tightness further enclosed around him, between that and the heat it was unbearable. He thrust his hips upward several times, till he was in fully and released himself. Marik didn't move until he was sure Yami was finished. Then slowly he raised himself up, and moved from the bed. Yami watched as his seed trickled down Marik's thigh, as he picked up his robe and covered his body.

Marik bent down, and kissed the top of Yami's forehead, and then whispered in his ear. "Control your anger and I'll return this same time and day next week." He paused. "And every week after. This is devotion not love, do not mix the two." He pressed a finger to Yami's lips showing him not to speak. He then went into the joining bathroom, and warmed a washcloth and returned to clean Yami up. Then he pulled the sheet over Yami who had fallen asleep to the feel of being washed with the warm washcloth. He exited the room thankful Isis was still asleep.

End Light Lemon

Yami awoke the next morning, stretching himself thoroughly. The sun was just barely able to peek through the blinds.

I needed last night, but I am ashamed of letting Marik fuck me. Maybe Yuugi can find a person that means nothing to him in maters of love, just someone to fuck every once in a while. Maybe that would knock him off his horse of being depressed. Then I wouldn't feel so ashamed about wanting Marik again…

Yami entered the kitchen fresh from a shower, and clad in a bathrobe. He took a seat across from Marik where an empty bowl of fresh milk sat. Marik could see a difference in Yami's facial expression, and the way he carried himself. Last nights relief worked well for Yami was what he chalked it up to.

Marik smirked, and pushed forward two different boxes of cereal. "She doesn't know. I'd prefer to keep it that."

Yami nodded his head softly. "Alright then. Speaking of she, where is she?" Yami picked the Fruit Loops over the Frosted Flakes.

"Shopping. Thank Rah." Marik fished the last of his flakes out of the bowl. He got up and went to the sink; he emptied the milk, and put the bowl into the dishwasher. "I think we need to find a way to get her laid next." He rolled his eyes. They both knew was extremely uptight, and overworked. Her temper could match Yami's except she never took out a wall. They both snickered at Marik's suggestion for Isis.

"Isis is a good person underneath." Yami pushed the loops around his bowl. "I think I am going to continue teaching, but I think I am going to switch age groups. I'd rather deal with kids and cooties than teens and hormones." Yami had left two loops in the dish, and pushed it forward. He sighed.

Marik grinned. "Cooties…" He saw Yami had pushed the dish forward, and took it from the table. He repeated the same process he had done for his own empty dish.

"Thank You." Yami smiled. "Teaching a different age group would be a challenge for me. I like challenges, so I think that is what I'm going to do." He looked up at the clock and saw the time. "I've got to get dressed, and get to the academy before lessons start so that I can make the switch today. Tell Isis for me when she returns."

Both nodded their head, and in seconds Yami exited the kitchen.