Hi everyone!

So, I had this sudden rush of inspiration and I started writing this. Took me a while to finish it and I don't like it that much, but I figured that since I've already written it…

Anyway, one-shot title comes also from the song 'as long as you love me' and Yugioh and all its characters belong to Kazuki Takahashi

I'm leaving my life in your hands.

It was crazy and he knew it. He was risking everything. His fortune, his power, his reputation… his life. And what will he gain? Nothing. Nothing at all.

It was just plain stupid and yet, he couldn't bring himself to stop. It was no use, anyway. After 3 years of secrets meetings, building a rather tall pile of lies… he'll be dead, either way. If he confessed, they'll kill for treason. If he was caught, they'll murder him for the same reason. Nothing changed.

But it was okay for him. He didn't care, one way or another, everybody must die. Yes, even the Almighty Pharaoh will die, just as his father before him and his grandfather and his grand grandfather…

He chuckled at the thought, unable to contain himself. The Pharaoh. The young, naïve, trusting Pharaoh. He was not fit to rule that country. He was too young, too gullible, too… stupid. He had never left his palace, for Ra's sake! How was he supposed to understand the REAL world when he had never seen it?

But Seth had. Just as Isis, Mahado, Shada and Kalim. They knew of the life outside the palace. They knew about suffering, injustice… and death. Atemu knew so little about those matters. His tutors had prevent him from knowing, had hide him the truth… the closer he had been to someone dying was his father and the good, old Pharaoh Akhenamkhanen had left this world in such a peaceful way…

Somehow, that thought made him chuckle. Seconds later, he burst into hysterics, not really knowing why. He was almost breathless when someone pressed him against the balcony's rail.

"What's so funny, love?" his 'attacker' whispered against his ear, sending shivers across his back. Oh, he found so much comfort in the other's voice…! He smirked, not letting his previous emotions show in his usually stoic face.

"Nothing" he answered, turning around, to face the young thief.

The oldest arched an eyebrow but said nothing. For a while, silence settled around them and they just stared into each other's eyes, as if trying to read the other's mind.

"You're afraid" the white-haired man accused and Seth hissed angrily, making him smirk a little "you were thinking about getting caught again."

"So what? It doesn't matter anyway" he was mad, but he didn't let his emotions seize control of him. Showing any kind of weakness in front of the thief wasn't a good idea.

"You're right" the other whispered huskily, again pressing him against the balcony's rail "you'll be dead very soon, my dear"

The brunette shuddered, unable to contain himself. However, it wasn't fear what made him tremble…

"Excited, little one?" the Thief King Bakura asked, smirking, before blowing some hot air in the priest ear, making him shiver a little more. He chuckled. "So, should we move this 'conversation' to your chambers?"

The youngest nodded, biting hard his lip, trying not to blush. That was what he hated so much of Bakura: the way he could make him blush like a teenage girl!

At first sigh, their relationship seemed to be based solely in the sex. Nevertheless, a closer look would show you that there was more between them that what meets the eye.

Like their mutual loathing for the way things were. The way that the Pharaoh hold himself above everyone else, the way the High Priests decided what was right and what wasn't, the way some people lived in the opulence while others died from starvation… Life wasn't fair in Egypt (or somewhere else) at that time and probably will never be. But although they didn't agree with this 'divine order' they didn't want to change things. They weren't optimistic fools; they were just two people trying to change that order to get more power, make a bigger fortune and… achieve revenge.

Seth sighed, once they were done, and stared at the thief's eyes. Sometimes he thought that what hold them together was also something close to love. Close, because he didn't think that the oldest man could really love, but…

But maybe he was just being hopeful. Bakura always said that there was not such thing as 'love'. You could be quite fond of someone; however, when that person gets in your way, you have no hesitation to toss her away.

The priest also knew that, the moment the white-haired man had no longer use for him, he'll be killed. Which was fine by him, because he had been tired of life when Bakura first appeared and he knew he would be tired once he walked out of his life…

"You know which your problem is?" asked the Thief King, closing his eyes, smirking widely.

"I have a problem?" the rhetorical questions were always the best way to counter the other's mocking remarks.

"You think too much" he stated, shrugging "if you need to question your actions that much it means you're just not comfortable with what you're doing"

Seth didn't answer; he just fixed his gaze on the ceiling. He was right, of course, but he couldn't really find out what was bothering him so much. He sighed.

"Lord Seth?" a guard knocked at the door, startling the brunette. Shit! How long had he been there? He was supposed to meet Isis…

"Yes?" he stood up and started dressing, under Bakura's attentive and taunting gaze.

"Lady Isis wants to know if you'll be meeting her or…?"

"Tell her I'll be there in a couple of minutes. I… felt sleep"

"Immediately, sir" he could hear the guard's footsteps retreating and he sighed, relieved. That was a close one!

"One day, they'll find us Seth. And I wonder… what would you do, then?" the oldest asked, pulling the youngest back into bed.

"I don't know. I'd prefer to think that won't happen"

"I would be out of here before truth sink. Unless you got the guts to kill a few guards trying to escape, you'll be meeting your end a few hours later"

Seth frowned and Bakura chuckled. "You weren't expecting me to say that I would try to save you, right? Perhaps hoping we could elope and live happily ever after?" his tone was teasing while he hold him tighter. The blue eyed man rolled his eyes.

"Of course not" he argued, standing up and walking towards the door. He opened it and slammed it after him. The Thief Kind laughed harder.

So he had, indeed, the other's life in his hands.

So… how was it? As I said, I don't like it that much but I think it's not that bad… LOL

Hope you liked it!