~LEMON WARNING, AGAIN...SORRY, SOME OF THESE PEEPS ARE HORNY~

Atem went miserably to Seto's room, Seto following quietly after cancelling the plans Atem had made...telling the people to be ready at a moment's notice for their Pharaoh, but that it was unlikely that the plans would be completed tonight.

Walking into his bedroom, he looked over at the Pharaoh. Seto's cold heart melted, hurting for his friend who looked so miserable sitting on the bed, looking at the rings in his hands. Compartmentalizing the hurt he felt at the moment, he put the pain of loving Atem in a closet in his soul, locking it away where it had been for the past several years. The only thing that mattered now was making Atem feel better.

"My Pharaoh, a drink?" Seto asked, going over to his cabinet.

Atem looked up, eyes bleary. "Seto, you are my best friend. Why...why is this happening to me?"

Seto poured two glasses of wine, handing one to Atem. Wine was expensive, but since Seto never spent money on anything else, he thought it appropriate to spend money on wine to dampen his emotions on days when being around Atem and Yugi was a bit too much.

Atem took the glass gratefully. Taking a sip, he looked up at Seto, who went and sat in a chair at his desk, watching Atem. "My Pharaoh, I do not know. But I am sorry that you are experiencing such pain." Looking up, he swallowed, looking back down. It hurt him to see his At...his Pharaoh in pain. Atem was never his. Ever.

Atem looked at Seto. Taking another drink of wine, he set the glass down. "Seto...I'm sorry I haven't been a good friend to you and that I can't be a better friend to you."

Seto looked up. "My Pharaoh, you have always been a great friend."

Atem barked out a humorless laugh. "Seto, you lie well. I haven't been a good friend. I lean on you too much, I always have. And then...I know you are in love with me, and what do I do? I come and pour my heart out to you about how I am crushed that my love is fucking a demon. But I can't seem to help it...you are the only one I want to turn to when times get tough."

Seto swallowed. Shaking his head, he looked down. "My Pha.."

"Seto, stop it. I'm just Atem." Atem cut in harshly.

Seto looked up at Atem. Letting out a shaky breath, he looked back down. "Atem...it's fine. You can't control what you feel. And even though you don't return my feelings, you are still my best friend."

Atem nodded, looking down at his glass. Nothing was said for a few minutes, then Seto stood up. "What do you need, Atem?" He walked over, taking Atem's empty glass. Atem sighed, looking up at Seto.

"I don't know, Seto. I wish I did."

Seto went, filling up the glasses again, handing one to Atem. Setting up a chess board, he waved to Atem. "Care to try to defeat me? You haven't been able to for nineteen years, so I don't think I have anything to worry about." Smirking, he caught Atem's eye.

Smirking back, Atem got up and sat across the table from his oldest friend. "We'll see about that, Dragon." As they played chess, late in the night, they talked and laughed, just like old times...

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The next morning, Yami felt something tickling his nose. Rubbing his nose, he pulled Yugi closer, not opening his eyes. Sighing in sleep, he didn't remember ever being this happy...well hell, ever being happy at all. Annoyingly, his nose was itching again. Sighing, he scratched it, opening his eyes...and being faced with white feathers. What the hell...

Looking down at Yugi who was still sleeping, Yami smiled at the angelic appearance. Kohl smeared from last night's escapades over that angelic face, white feathered wings from Yugi's back wrapped around Yami's black ones, holding them in an embrace. They felt...

"What the fuck Yugi?" Yami stated in shock, looking at the wings.

Yugi woke up, confusion in his eyes, rubbing them. "Yami? What's going on?" He looked up at Yami.

Yami pointed his finger at the white wings. Yugi looked at them, eyes wide in shock. "Wh..what the...who..wha..huh?"

Yami gently disentangled himself from Yugi. "Stand up and turn around, please." Yami commanded Yugi. Doing so, Yugi twirled in a slow circle. Standing as well, Yami walked over to Yugi, eyes glassy. "Aibou..do you know what this is...what this means?"

Yugi shook his head no, staring up at Yami in confusion. "This is told of in legends. I had never heard of it in reality, let alone expected it to exist."

Yugi looked up. "What is it, Yami...did I die?" Innocent amethyst looked up at Yami as his lip quivered in fear.

Pulling Yugi into a hug, he gently kissed Yugi's lips. "No, Aibou..you didn't die. Let me see your neck please?"

Obediently Yugi turned around. Looking, Yami saw it. The upside down pyramid on Yugi's neck. It looked like a puzzle, but it was missing the center piece. Swallowing, Yami turned Yugi around. "Look at my neck and tell me what you see." Yami said, as he turned around.

Turning back around, Yugi looked at him. "It looks like a piece of a puzzle, with the eye of Horus in it. Why?"

Looking around, Yami found a hand mirror. Putting both of them with their backs to the mirror on the wall, he held up the hand mirror so they could both see the backs of their necks. Yami's mark on his neck would fit perfectly in Yugi's.

Turning to Yugi, Yami kissed his forehead. "You're my alma, and I am yours. Twin angels, two halves of one soul...born at birth, one good, one evil, both searching for each other until they found each other. You are my true mate, in every way. It was destined before we were born."

Yugi swallowed, looking up at Yami. "I..." His mouth worked, but no sound was coming out. Smiling, he just pulled Yami into a hug.

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Bakura was getting anxious. He had no idea why Malik hadn't attacked yet. Going to the gym, he tried to work off his anxiety. In just his khaki pants he worked up quite a sweat...but he couldn't lose his anxiety. Giving up, he decided that he was going out to confront the danger. But first, he needed to talk to Marik to figure out a few things. Going into the kitchen, he saw his brother. "Ryou, where's blondie?"

Ryou looked up from washing dishes. Smiling at his brother he shrugged. "I don't know exactly, 'Kura, but I thought he said he was going to mop the bathroom. Why?"

Bakura grunted, heading out. Ryou looked after him, smiling softly but shaking his head. Bakura stalking into the bathroom. There was Marik, in shorts on his knees, suds everywhere, including on him. Bakura raised an eyebrow. "What the hell happened here?" He asked gruffly.

Marik looked up, blushing. "I...I'm sorry. I just knocked the bucket over and tried to catch it, making it spill more. I'll clean it up."

Bakura shook his head. "Kid...I came here to find out why your brother hasn't come after you. You got any ideas?"

Marik was trying to sop up some of the water. "Well, um...I really don't know. Maybe he accepts my decision?" Marik looked up...noticing that Bakura didn't have his shirt on and was sweaty. Biting his lip, he looked back down.

Getting on his knees, Bakura grabbed Marik by the arms, jerking Marik to him. "Kid, my family is in danger, I'm not going to take a chance with an I think. Where can I find him?" Espresso eyes looked down into lilac.

"I...I really don't know Bakura. He likes the tavern in town. He likes to gamble." Breathing heavy, he averted his eyes.

Bakura looked down at the tombkeeper in his arms. Taking Marik's chin and forcing him to look up at him, Bakura studied Marik. "Don't look away. That's a sign of deception. Are you lying to me?" Bakura asked gruffly.

"N..no...no Bakura." Marik whispered gruffly.

"Then why look away kid?" Bakura questioned.

"B..because I'm getting turned on by you being so close to me." Marik swallowed hard.

Bakura widened his eyes a little, looking at the bronze skinned teen in his arms. He was cute. Bakura hadn't had any in a while. "You are, huh?" Bakura's eyes darkened as he stared at Marik predatorily.

Swallowing harder, Marik blushed furiously and nodded, still looking at Bakura.

"Well then..." Kicking the bathroom door closed, he pulled Marik's shorts off as he laid Marik on the soapy floor. Seeing Marik's thick shaft spring to life, Bakura smirked. This kid was hung well...better than you would expect for his body shape. "Let's fucking take care of that...emphasis on fucking." Looking up into Marik's eyes, Marik was breathing shallowly, but nodded.

Bakura smirked. Leaning down, he took the kid in his mouth. Moaning in pleasure, Marik started arching his back at feeling Bakura's mouth on him. Barkura took the whole of Marik in him, and started sliding up and down. Marik's eyes slid closed, his hair getting soaked in the sudsy water underneath him as he moved his hips up towards Bakura.

Bakura kept the bobbing motion up, making Marik moan and wiggle in pleasure until he was so hard he was twitching. Feeling that he, himself was hard, Bakura smirked, pulling his mouth off of Marik. Marik's eyes flew open as a whimper escaped his mouth. "C'mon kid, we can both enjoy this." Bakura said, his voice having dropped a notch in lust. Nodding, Marik got up.

"Wh..what am I supposed to do?" He whispered.

Bakura looked at him. "Have you never been with a guy before?"

Marik's face flamed red and he shook his head, looking away as he mumbled, "I haven't been with anyone."

Bakura chuckled. He was going to have soooo much fun with this one. Yup, he was claiming this one as his. "Okay, tombkeeper...you want to be top or bottom first? You're gonna do both, and you'll like it...I just want to know what you want to try first."

Marik's red face turned back to Bakura, eyes capturing Bakura's. "W..what are they?" He whimpered.

Bakura smirked. "Tops is the one to shove it in. Bottoms is the one receiving the shoving."

Marik's eyes widened. "Uh...pr..probably tops first then."

Bakura smirked. "Good. When I get situated, I want you to make sure your cock is good, hard, and wet, and then shove it in my ass." Facing Marik, he stripped slowly, letting the kid see what he was getting. He knew he was in good shape and was larger than average. Marik swallowed thickly, staring at Bakura. After getting fully undressed, he got on all fours, looking at Marik. "Alright, go ahead."

Marik looked at Bakura. "B..but won't that hurt?" Worried eyes studied Bakura.

"That's the point, fuckbunny. I like pain." Smirking, he took Marik in his mouth, stiffening and soaking Marik's shaft. Bakura then turned and pushed his ass up in the air.

Marik got his head to the entrance. Rubbing his dick against Bakura's ass, he started trying to ease himself in. Bakura grunted in pleasure. "Shove it in." He growled. Grabbing Bakura's hips, he shoved himself in as hard and fast as he could. Bakura let out a growl of pleasure, whimpering at the pain that was so pleasurable. Marik let out a gasp of pleasure at feeling Bakura fit around him. Gripping Bakura's hips, Marik started pounding Bakura's ass, eyes sliding closed as he whimpered and moaned at the amazing feeling of his cock in Bakura's ass.

Bakura kept shoving back against Marik, growling in pleasure. Feeling Marik cum in side of him, Bakura pulled out, flipping Marik on his back as Bakura's hard cock twitched painfully. Gasping in surprise, he looked up at Bakura. Bakura's cock was moist with precum. Sliding up to Marik's entrance, he started working Marik to make room for Bakura. Once that was done, with Marik laying on the ground, whimpering and moaning, Bakura started sliding into Marik. Marik let out a hiss of pain. Stopping, Bakura looked down at him. "You okay tombkeeper?" He asked roughly, stopping.

Marik opened his eyes, deep and dark with need. "Oh, yea...it hurts, but I..I see what you mean. It feels so fucking good. Don't stop." Bakura grinned, grunting as he thrust his way in. Marik moaned loudly, which turned Bakura on more. Now it was Bakura's turn to grip Marik's hips. Thrusting, shoving, and grunting, he saw Marik get hard again. Bakurs shoved and rutted deep, both Marik and Bakura moaning loudly. Finally, with a final thrust, Bakura came inside Marik, as Marik came again on his stomach.

Looking up at Bakura, Marik grinned. "If this is what I get for mopping the floor, I'll mop this thing every day."

Bakura smirked. Pulling out and pulling Marik to him, he bit Marik's neck, hard, breaking the skin a little and ensuring a bruise. Gasping as his cock twitched, Marik looked at Bakura with lust filled eyes. "What was that for?"

"Just a mark to tell everyone you're mine."

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Malik was going insane. He didn't believe his brother willingly went to Zorc. He started sharpening his knives. He needed to stab something. He had to find a way to get his brother back. He just had to. He needed another dagger. Then he'd be ready. He remembered that he had a new dagger that had been made and was waiting at the forge. He headed to the forge to pick up his dagger he ordered. He had been told it was in about the time that he found out that Marik was gone. He hadn't really thought much about it until now.

Heading to the forge, he saw someone interesting going to the store. Those bastards little brother and Marik's best friend. Taking a detour from the forge, he walked into the store. Walking up behind Ryou, he put a dagger to Ryou's side as he put a hand on Ryou's shoulder. Leaning down as the teen squeaked, he whispered, "Don't make a scene and come with me. I don't want to hurt you, but you know I'm not quite right in the head..."

Ryou knew the voice immediately. Nodding his head in assent, he went out with Malik. Ryou had went out to get groceries since Marik was still...cleaning the bathroom...though from the sound of what was going on behind the closed door, Marik was enjoying doing something with Bakura that probably had everything to do with the floor but nothing to do with mopping. Ryou was pleased that his brother found someone as good as Marik. It would do good for Bakura to have a light like that in his life. He felt a little sad because he had been having fluttery feelings, but he shook them off. He loved Marik like a brother, it would have never worked out...

Waking from his memories, he was shoved rather rudely into a wall, Malik's insane gaze holding him. "Where is my brother Ryou?" Malik asked slightly frantic.

"Marik is safe with us. He wanted to stay with us, Malik. We didn't make him. He came willingly with Yami, and he's been living with us, sharing my room since he left."

Malik looked at Ryou. "Really?"

Ryou nodded, "Really."

"So...he's been living with you and your brothers?" Malik's eyes held a psychotic glint.

"Yes, that's what I said." Ryou stated patiently.

"Well then...we should trade brother for brother. You're coming with me." Malik's blade in Ryou's side left no room for argument.