Thank you all for the wonderful comments and reviews :) I was so happy with the reception for last chapter-i really worked hard on it :)

The next few chapters were all written in advance including this one but needed extra time for beting-originally i was going to wait until next week to update, but given how patiently you all waited for the last one (after all the teasing i did) I think you all deserve it :)

Also i wanna add, i was GREATLY inspired by a new fanfic I discovered on Deviantart called the Purest Temple-it is wihout a doubt one of THE best if not best puzzleshipping comics i'ce ever read! the art is gorgeous-i fell like i'm watching the anime, everyone is in character especilly yugi, and heaven help me if the lemon scenes aren't the best i have EVER seen-they are so tastefully done and emotional, i get winded just reading them!

check it out here, or find her name on my Devinatart page accessible through my fanpage:

kuzai dot deviantart dot com/art/The-Purest-Temple-Title-Page-606261881 (remember to remove dots and spaces)

Disclaimer: i on nothing but the plot.

Chapter LIX: Dawn

Down below, the crew of The Eye of Timaeus recognized their Little Prince's sweet voice and the way it rose in pitch when he was pleased. They recognized their Trierarch's booming barks and the way he grunted and groaned. It was a state of sheer frustration and utter abandon that only their little prince could coax out of him. A string of delighted groans, mewling moans and blissful screams echoes in a symphony of rapture.

"Sounds like they're enjoying themselves." Ryou giggled, red-faced and blushing. From drunkenness or bawdiness was uncertain.

"'Bout damn time!" Malik said with a vociferous laugh and took another swig of his drink. He stumbled when he got up and slumped to the floor.

Raphael leaned over to check then hurled him up by his arm. "You alright?"

His answer was a string of slurred syllables. Malik ignored him and reached for the cup, but Tristan was quick to take it away. "I think you've had enough."

Malik hissed but put up no other protest and slumped to the table exhausted.

"Aye," Raphael chuckled. "They certainly waited long enough."

The room downed another round of ales amidst their own cacophony of giggles and rakish sneers. Off in the corner, Mai and the girls were giggling: no doubt exchanging sensual secrets of their own and eager for the stories their Little Prince would soon have to share. At the high table the King was exchanging a conversation with Hamos. Critias, squeezed his goblet so tightly wine was spilling over the edge. In the far corner, the Princess was deep in her own cup, staring at the dark liquid and listening half-heartedly to the girls beside her.

Most of the palazzo staff had celebrated their fill and gone home for the evening, content to leave the mess for the next day's servants. Though judging from the fires still burning beyond the windows, Locri was still in the heat of its own celebration and it was very unlikely anyone would be up tomorrow—especially their Little Prince and Trierarch by the sound of it.

Another cry of completion screeched through the halls. Mai whispered something with a particularly lewd look in her eye, and musicians and dancers erupted with laugher.

The men chuckled. Oh yes, their Little Prince, would certainly not be up tomorrow.

"If this is the result of their patience, perhaps its best they waited." Raphael snickered and took another swig. Malik slumped across the bench, snoring loudly.

"Hmmhmm," Ryou agreed into his mug, his face a jocular smile "Were they this vivacious on The Eye, we'd have never made it home."

"'Cause none of you lot would get any sleep?" Tristan joked, finishing off Malik's ale.

The crew laughed. "Cause we'd never get the Trierarch out of his room!"

A loud slam echoed through the Great Hall. Cristina stood at the table, her hand still clenched furiously around the goblet. With fierce retrain, she undid her writhing fingers, her face a neutral mask.

"It's done." She said, like it was an execution and hurried off to bed.

X X X

"T-Tim-Timaeus," Yugi moaned desiderate hands reaching. "Please hold me."

The Dragon in his eyes cooled and Timaeus smiled. "As you wish."

He reached out his hands and kissed him. He slowed his pace but did not stop. A well-angled roll of his hips and Yugi's scream became a loud moan. His hands found Timaeus' back and held tight. His slender body moved and molded against the man above him: red-faced and writhing as his body succumbed to rapture. The coils in his stomach taunt and tight and ready to snap.

His vision went white. "T-Tim," he expelled in a hot breath, fingers tightened at his husband's back.

"Yugi," Timaeus grunted in a hoarse rasp. "Together."

Timaeus' grip on his shoulders tightened as his force increased. Yugi writhed, lifting his hips. He threw back his head with a screech, nails raking down his lover's back. "Ti-IM!"

Timaeus swallowed his scream with a kiss and a final thrust. That final climax stole the last of his resistance and whatever energy Yugi had vanished in a wave of smoke and pleasure. He slumped, boneless to the bed. The silks and furs welcomed his weight, perfectly outlining his spent body. Timaeus dropped on top of him stealing the air from Yugi's lungs but he didn't mind. "You are mine now, joon-am, jane-del-am, atashe-del-am. Mine. From this day until our last day."

Through the haze of anoesis. Yugi could only comprehend a single word. "Yes."

They lay there gasping and winded. Yugi blinked slowly, his vision hazy, his heart pounding and his mind lost. Above him, Timaeus chuckled and kissed Yugi's forehead, looking just as dazed and spent as he.

A single realization formed in Yugi's mind. He'd been wedded and bedded, taken and claimed, and thoroughly marked by the man who loved him.

We did it…Yugi giggled, dreamy-eyes and half-dazed. Together…Timaeus and me we…

He gasped and suddenly felt it. The wet heat of his release inside him and he was aware of every drop filling him completely. His aching body twitched, shivered, and scrunched up his face in a grimace.

"Yugi?" Timaeus rolled up, his face a mask of concern. "Are you alright?" he sounded frantic. "Was it too much…did I…" he froze, his face a mask of guilt and shame. "Did I…hurt you?"

Yugi's eyes flew open. "No!" He protested at once and forced himself to sit up. "You didn't hurt it me. I liked it, I really did…it's only." His face suffused with color: a sweet, pink blush to accompany his sweet smile. "Well…" he rubbed his arm, suddenly nervous. "When you…you…finished inside me..i-I liked it but it...felt…odd." His blush darkened and he bowed his head in discomfiture.

After a slow blink, Timaeus deflated with relief and smiled. Placing a soft kiss on Yugi's forehead, he relented and stroked the curve of Yugi's back, coaxing him to relax. A dark chuckle echoed in Yugi's ear and he whispered. "I'm pleased you enjoyed it. How do you feel?"

It was difficult to answer. His loins ached from the urgency of their lovemaking but it was a good kind of ache, mollified by the warmth of Timaeus' heavy body. His hard muscles were like warm granite molded against his flesh. His kisses still burned on Yugi's skin like invisible brands, his touches still tingled like delicate feathers tickling his bruises, and his pride was still warm inside him. Yugi blushed deeper. "I'm…alright."

He grimaced slightly as his lower back sank into the mattress. Already his spine was stinging and his legs and thighs pounded, scolding him relentlessly for his unquenchable desires—like his entire body had caught flame and burned in a storm of fire and only now numbed to smoldering heat. He slumped, boneless in the man's arms and sighed.

Timaeus chuckled, and Yugi could feel the embolden pride burning in those eyes. "Have I burned you out, little spitfire?"

Yugi playfully punched his chest: his lower body protesting the movement. Timaeus chuckled happily and kissed the side of Yugi's forehead. He laid Yugi gently against the sheets and started to retract his hips. He stopped when Yugi yelped.

"No!" Yugi protested and clung to his chest. He pulled his lower lip between his teeth and it quivered achingly. "Please, stay."

Timaeus' heart ached. He smiled, sympathetically, brushed Yugi's bangs from his face and kissed his cheeks. "One day," he explained with such gentle severity and sweet promise that Yugi dare not counter him. "One day, little gem, I will spend every night we share together merged with you, like this." He punctured each promise with another soothing kiss. "But that day is not now. You are too weak right now and you need to recover. Only then will I make love to you next."

Yugi whimpered and shook his head. He clung to Timaeus and the man held him. Slowly, Timaeus lifted himself free and Yugi shuddered with a grunt of pain. He whimpered again when his body enclosed around emptiness but was also grateful for the reprieve. Timaeus laid down next to him and Yugi wiggled in his arms.

"But that does not mean we can't do other things," Timaeus whispered, hot and haughtily, bending to brush Yugi's ear, his cheeks, his lips, the delicate curve of his collar.

Yugi's eyes feathered closed and he sighed happily at the treatment. A wide smile split his face as lips and fingers brushed his skin. An arm encircled his waist and he found himself lying on his stomach, flush against the sculpted chest. Timaeus grinned, his free hand covering him with the silken sheets and many furs. The cool sheets were a welcome euphoria against his hot skin and the furs, a soothing warmth. Yugi giggled and snuggled into the man's chest—warmer than sand baked by the desert sun.

Timaeus kissed him again and whispered. "Rest now, glykia mou. The hour is late." His alto was calm and shallow like a lullaby, but deep with leftover desire.

Suddenly exhausted, surrounded by warmth and in the gentle arms of his husband, Yugi curled against Timaeus' side and obeyed.

X X X

Yugi awoke to butterfly kisses teasing his belly and warm hands massaging his thighs.

His first breath was a moan. Floating gently on the surface of reality, the pleasure so content, he thought he was still dreaming. Through the haze of sleep and the bliss of the night before, he found that the butterflies straddled between his thighs were the familiar dark and silver tendrils of Timaeus' hair, and the hands on his thighs were his. The way those strong hands massaged him sent tingles of fire across his skin. Not the intense burning of pure sensation, but the warm smolder of embers lovingly caressing his skin.

"MmmHmm," he hummed, opening his eyes and trying so hard to move, but the warmth was just so comfortable, and Timaeus' kisses were just so gentle. He heard a chuckle and felt it vibrating across his thigh. Another kiss pressed against the junction of his inner thigh, then kisses further up his belly to his naval and suckled there. Yugi moaned loudly and squirmed just so,

He laid there, his wrists pinioned against the pillows by his wedding bracelets: one gold, one silver holding him still like the bonds of matrimony and all his promises and gave himself up to it. Suddenly those hands were on his outer thighs, gently massaging the flesh with feathery, ghost-like textures while his lips continued to kiss. The cool, wet fingers slicked with oils found his hips, his sides, rising higher to his softness, then his pelvis, his bottom, his belly.

With an almost serpentine grace, Timaeus slid up his body and captured his lips in a gentle loving kiss. The shackles of his wrists came undone, and Yugi wrapped his arms around Timaeus' neck and kissed him back. Hands slid just under Yugi's shoulders, holding him close.

"Good morning, my love," Timaeus said when they pulled away, eyes shadowed with lust and love.

"Hmmm, morning" Yugi said, sometime later. "That was a pleasant way to wake up," Yugi chuckled, eyes arched in a sly grin. Slim fingers stroked his husband's face, cupped his cheek and kissed the other. "I thought I was dreaming."

Timaeus grinned, wove their fingers together and kissed his knuckles. "No, little one, that was no dream. I may be unable to take you until you've healed, but there is no rule that I cannot pleasure you." He chuckled. "Though I doubt it is morning. I suspect it's well past high noon."

Yugi giggled at the joke. His old self would've snorted, but, uncaring, Yugi was content to lie there, looking into Timaeus' sweet face. Blushing furiously with realization it became too much for him and he looked away.

Timaeus chuckled and wrapped his arms tight about the boy's waist, pulling him close and littering his cheeks and collar with kisses. Yugi giggled and slid back into the warmth of the bed and his husband's embrace. His muscles and loins ached, but it was a good kind of ache, not the harsh pain he'd been expecting. He looked down at himself. His cool skin shined in the places Timaeus had massaged him and carried a fresh, leafy smell.

Yugi recognized the earthen scent. "Is that Kuzbarah oil?" he asked surprised.

Timaeus chuckled. "A wedding gift. From Rhebekka. Something she picked up from your homeland during our stay and was quite…" he paused to chuckled and scratched his cheek nervously. "Insistent that I used it once you woke up."

Yugi's eyes bulged wide and alert. "She did what?" he squeaked jumping up to sit and immediately regretted it. Pain, sharp and stinging filled his backside and shot up his spine. He hissed and yelped, falling forward, but Timaeus was quick to catch him, eyes bright with worry.

Realization burned Yugi's face bright vermillion, and his eyes bulged with shame. He buried his face in his hands.

Sensing his discomfort, Timaeus pulled him into his arms and gently stroke his sore back. "It's alright," Timaeus said, soothingly finishing around for the jar. He found it and placed a generous amount on his hands, and gently massaged the oils into Yugi's back. A string of sound escaped the small boy: hissed of pain and moans of pleasure, his small fingers gripped his shoulders tightly and his forehead pushed against his collar.

Gently, he pulled Yugi onto his knees and steadied him with a hand. He gulped when his hands clenched his soft bottom, still warm from the night before.

"Yugi," he warned, gently. Words twisted on his tongue as he tried to speak. "I need…to…"

Yugi nodded against his collar: cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut. Timaeus gulped, and gently spread the bottom flesh. He carefully massaged the entrance with the cool balm but did not go inside. Yugi pressed his mouth to stay silent but tiny squeaks of pleasure escaped. He could feel the dragon awakening and forced it back into its chains. An oiled finger slipped inside him, gently probing. A sigh louder than all others escaped Yugi's lips.

"Did you like that?" Timaeus purred, pleased.

Yugi nodded: his eyes half-dazed. Slowly, Timaeus turned the digit. Yugi's back tried to arch but Timaeus kept his grip firm and the boy moaned loud instead, his fingers digging into the scratches from last night.

"Timaeus," Yugi squeaked out the name. His mind flooded with memories of the night before and even the pain faded into the distance. "Please…" he pulled himself up and sat in his lap, eyes pleading. "Please, go inside me again?"

Timaeus hissed and pulled his fingers away. "No," he said in a low, rough groan. Sadness filled Yugi's eyes and Timaeus immediately soothed him with kisses. "It is alright. You need to heal first, but you are young and you are strong. It won't take too long. You just need to rest, is all." He kissed Yugi's cheeks distractedly, then his nose. Yugi giggled at the ticklish treatment and Timaeus quite enjoyed that sweet wholesome smile.

"What happened to the big, scary Dragon who said he'd punish me if I uttered a complaint?"

Timaeus threw his head back with a loud laugh. "I'm afraid the dragon is back in his cage." He rubbed their noses together. "I'm just your husband now." He plopped his chin in his hands. Yugi oafed, pinned under his heavy weight.

"Timaeus?" he asked.

"Yes," the man asked teasingly.

"What does gylkia-mou mean?"

Timaeus jumped up caught completely off guard by the question. "I'm sorry?"

"You called me that once on the boat when we were," Yugi blushed brightly. "Like this. And you called me that again last night. And some other things too."

"I did?" Timaeus faced paled then suffused with color at once. "What kind of things?" He asked nervously.

Yugi cocked his head, so rare was it that Timaeus blushed that it almost unsettled him. "Like joon-am, or jane-del-am, and I think atashe-del-am gylkia-mou?"

"Oh," His face darkened and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "You…um…heard that?"

Yugi had never seen him so nervous. His lips curled into a smirk, his mischievous nature more curious. "What do they mean?" he asked crawling up to him, despite the sharp sting in his back.

Timaeus sensed the change, caught his hips and plopped the boy in his lap. "They are terms of endearment from my ancestral tongues." He explained, looking deep in Yugi's eyes. "Glykia-mou comes from my mother's people, meaning my sweet, or my sweetheart, like how I call you sweetling. A powerful term given the Spartans were not the most affectionate of people." Gently he lied the other back down on the bed and stared lovingly into his eyes. "The other three are come from my father's tongue." He stroked Yugi's cheek lovingly. "joon-am, jane-del-am, atashe-del-am often used together mean my life, life of my soul, and fire of my heart."

Yugi's face suffused with color, his heart screaming.

Timaeus kissed his red face and pulled away. "Are you hungry, little one?"

Yugi leaned up slightly, only now aware of his empty stomach and its gurgling sounds. "Well, maybe a little." He blushed.

Unable to resist, Timaeus slid to his side and kissed his cheek. "You rest, here, I will bring us some breakfast."

He dressed quickly in a green, silken robe tied with a silver belt and Yugi couldn't help but admire the way it rippled and fell like water across his skin.

Yugi rose to follow him. "W-Wait, I'm coming—" He sat up quickly, and was silenced by the searing pain shooting up his back. His thighs gave out beneath him. Timaeus caught him quickly.

Vermillion splashed across Yugi's face and horror stole his voice.

"It's alright," Timaeus reassured and eased him back to the bed, but when he tried to stand, Yugi's arms found his neck and squeezed him tight. The touch almost searing, Timaeus returned the hug and gently rubbed Yugi's back. Gently, he lied his little lover down and pulled the furs around him tightly and kissed his forehead. "I will not be long."

"Good," Yugi said rolling onto his side, hissing, and with as much dignity as he could muster, gave his most leering smile. "Because I have no intention of waiting."

With a muttered oath, Timaeus spun and made it to the door, then stopped and flashed his own lecherous grin. "Careful, little imp. Or by the time I'm done with you, you'll never leave this room—or rather—that bed again."

Vermillion burst across Yugi's face and down his body, so Timaeus left him there, wide-eyed and stunned before he could ponder a comeback.

He slammed the door shut behind him and collapsed against it. All the breath his body expelled itself in a single, soul-stealing gasp and it was several moments before he could breathe again.

"What was that?" Timaeus asked himself, his trembling fingers brushing his forehead. His mind scrambled and tried to focus, but all his thoughts were of Yugi waiting patiently for him on the other side of the door.

X X X

The servants had cleared away the mess of the banquet all and it was alive with maids, servants and recovering soldiers. The witness to the consummation had all either gone to bed or gone home, and only the crew and the day's staff remained. The King had long since departed for the guest ward, but Hamos and Critias remained on the dais: Hamos listening and sharing a drink with his fellow comrades while Mai and her girls giggled, and Critias sitting alone in his chair already heavy in his cup.

More food had already been spread among the tables and the next group summoned to the hall to act as witnesses would soon arrive to drink, eat and toast. The celebration would last as the Redamancy, and the redamancy could last days.

Raphael sat at one table. Next to him Malik was half-passed out and hissing at every sound. Rhebekka shook her head and slid him a gurgling brew and commanded he drink it. He did so reluctantly, and downed it three large gulps and dry-heaved.

Tristan rolled his eyes, far more interested in watching Serenity exchange womanly jokes with Mai.

"So, what do you think of our new magistrate?" Raphael asked him matter-of-factly.

Tristan shrugged. "I wouldn't know I've only met him once."

"Aye," Ryou arose from nowhere, fresh-faced and without a hint he'd been plastered the night before. "But you must have some opinion."

Tristan thought for a moment than answered. "He seems like a sweet lad, and he makes our lord happy. I have no complaints."

From off in dais, Critias snorted.

"It's true." Tristan shrugged. "Take one look at his face and you see a man in love."

"Ha!" Critias snapped skeptically. "More like lust if you ask me."

The room rallied to argue, but were interrupted by the sound of humming and the skipping of steps. Curious eyes wondered, disbelievingly to its source. Timaeus skipped into the room, his face lit up in a bright cheerful smile and a spring in his step. Humming an unfamiliar tune horribly off key, they watched him snatch a tray from the table and load it with an assortment of Yugi's favorite fruits and cheeses, filled two goblets with hot water from the cauldron and sent one of the servants for a pomegranate blend. If he noticed the crowd staring at him he made no indication.

A smile slit Ryou's face and still a bit bold from the drink he asked. "Good morning my lord. Where is our Little Prince? You haven't bedded him lame, have you?"

Timaeus made no effort to counter the brawny joke and simply smirked. "He's resting, which reminds me." He turned to Mai with a grin that spoke more than a thousand lewd stories of conquest. "Have a bath prepared for us, will you. Tell the chambermaid to take their time and make sure the water's hot."

He ascended the steps without another word.

Mai erupted in a fit of giggles, grabbed Serenity's hands and gestured the rest of the maids to follow them.

"By Gods," Mokuba chuckled to his wife. "Have you ever seen him that happy?"

Rhebekka responded with a lewd giggle. "When's the last time you've seen anyone that happy?"

"Not since the day I married you." He replied smartly before he was smacked for it and chased upstairs.

Laughter erupted through the Great Hall.

"Makes you wonder who got it better, our lord or the bride?"

Critias slammed down his drink, shoved out his seat. Even Hamos was chuckling.

"From on the look on his face I'd say, our lord." Ryou smirked, flushing.

Critias grabbed another cup from the table.

"I must say," Malik arose, half-drunk still and nudged his arm. "Our little prince might not have much experience, but that lad looks well pleased."

Critias slammed down his cup, spun and punched him hard.

"Ye-ah!" Malik hissed, jumping back. "What was that for?"

"Nothing" Critias hissed, stomping off. He finished off his wine only to find the cup empty.

Hmmm...well that was in no way suspicious or intentional (Long live the Queen (sips wine)

I'm very pleased with the beginning of this chapter-I really wanted to focus on how they would react based on their personalities and man was it fun! I love alll those cute fluffy scnes! man i'm gonna have so much fun with this story from here on out! Not that i wasn't already but even more so!

Historical note:

Kuzbarah—also known as Coriander, a specific genes, acacias, is native to Africa as the coriander, native to Asia, was cultivated. It was one of the most commonly used herbs by the Ancient Egyptians and an essential oil made from its leaves and seeds when rubbed into the skin were known to relieve muscle aches, pains and stiffness and used to treat arthritis

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