Authors Note:

This didn't take me a year this time! Go me! Hope you like it!

Edit: This chapter has been changed

Yugi Moto wasn't a very complicated boy, he had his opinions and he had his morals but all together he was still perfectly normal. Save the 5000 year old spirit that was practically his twin and when his ire was riled up, like now. He had been sitting in his house, glancing at the pristine grass out side the sparkling clean window, his ears ringing from the chaos inside the house. The pharaoh, Yami, and the Thief King, Bakura, were shouting at each other, their respective twins looking irritated and bored with the situation. Marik and Malik were conversing quietly, the more normal Marik trying to sooth his partially crazy twin, who looked as though he was about to kill someone.

Yugi felt his anger growing as he noticed a small bracelet on the floor; it was Harry's, a gleam of silver with a snake curled around a pentagram on the end. He stood, nobody noticing his movements, and went over to it, picking it up as he felt his blood boiling. His eyes then strayed to the picture of him and his grandpa on the ledge and he exploded, his voice ringing out loudly. "SHUT UP, BOTH OF YOU."

Yami and Bakura went silent, falling back onto the sofa in shock as they glanced at Yugi's angry purple eyes. Yugi usually would have laughed, had his blood not have been liquid fury. "Yugi?" Yami ventured softly, his hand reaching out slowly as if to calm his light. Ryou was smirking, his soft features twisted as he held off laughter. The two blonde's were still conversing quietly, though the expressions on their faces were vastly amused.

"We are going to find the wizards and get our family back. Even you, Bakura. I don't care about your petty squabbles. All I care about is getting my grandpa back!" Yugi roared, his eyes flaming. A tear glistened as he slid down his pale cheek. Yami's expression softened as he stood, his strong arms curling around his delicate light even as Yugi punched his strong chest, tears wetting the black shirt Yami was wearing.

"Oh Yugi." Yami murmured softly as everyone left the room and Yugi broke down, sobbing as he punched weakly at Yami's chest. Yami backed into the sofa, his arms cradling his lover as he leant against the soft leather.

"W-what if he's dead, Yami?" Yugi sobbed, clenching his fists in Yami's shirt as he trembled. "What if they kill my grandpa?" Yami's heart broke for his lover, who was sobbing so hard in his arms.

"Grandpa isn't dead, little light." Yami murmured softly into his ear. "I know that Harry will make sure of it." Yugi didn't reply, only sobbing harder in Yami's arms as he lightly laid his love on the sofa as he cried himself to sleep. He pulled a blanket over him and slid in, warming his love with his body as he watched him sleep. He would stay awake for a while to keep Yugi's nightmares at bay. They had to find the wizards first and that alone would take a while.

Warm Egyptian air drifted into the large open doors, two guards stood at each side, long spears in hand as they scanned anyone who entered. The young pharaoh, Atem, was sitting on the golden throne, his older brother at his side. Darius had refused the throne, aware that his brother was the best person to lead the country. Atem glanced up at his amused brother, his eyes sliding towards the Egyptian Cobra that was curled around his stomach, its hood was wide and Darius's finger trailed along the smooth black scales glittering in the light. Atem smiled softly and turned back to the meeting, Isis was currently speaking.

Darius felt the fleeting presence of his lover and turned his head lowering slightly, he felt his lover disappearing into the shadows as he went towards Darius' room. Darius stepped forwards, his hand lightly touched Atem's and the pharaoh jolted from his sleep, he turned and Darius lowered his head towards Atem's ear, breathing into his ear. "Atem, he's here. Can I go?" Atem, who knew of his relationship to the tomb robber, nodded with a slight wink.

"Have fun." Darius smiled as Atem spoke and went toward the back exit, winding through the corridors towards his rooms. The people he passed bowed and greeted him, though he wasn't pharaoh, he was loved. Darius nodded and opened his rooms door, shutting it behind him. He glanced at the white haired man that was grinning at him, reaching towards him as the snake slid from his body, its tongue touching lightly against the skin of his ankle as it slithered off to its corner, sliding into the large open tank and curling up to sleep for while.

Akefia kissed him hard, sliding a tongue past his red lips and tangling tanned hand in the white locks, the kiss was fierce and passionate, tounges dancing as Akefia, the dominant one, lightly rubbed at his abdomen. They parted and Akefia pulled off his clothing, feeling the soft material sliding downwards and land lightly on the floor. Warm air curled around him, only increasing his desire for the smiling royal. Darius pulled off his clothing, the white material and gold thumping as it hit the ground, Darius reached out, his hand rubbing the flesh of his lover's member and teasing it into hardness, Darius felt Akefia clamp his teeth down on Darius' neck, sliding through his flesh like butter as marked his lover.

Darius moaned, tilting his head for Akefia to get better access to his throat. Akefia pulled back, licking the blood from the healing mark, it would scar but that's just what both of them wanted. Darius slid downwards, his fingers scratching lightly at the soft skin of his stomach while his knee's hit the floor. Darius smirked, licking his lips, his sharp teeth gleaming as he eyed his prize, the hot warm cavern enveloped the head of Akefia's cock and a slim hand rubbed lightly at his balls.

Soft moans came from above him and Darius glanced up, his eyes catching Akefia's red ones, his lover looked beautiful, tanned skin flushed and his mouth open as he panted. Darius smiled, swallowing Akefia as far as he could go. Akefia looked overwhelmed with pleasure, his hands clutching at Darius's hair and his hips thrusting lightly to further that wet heat.

Akefia felt it building in the pit of his stomach, like a spring about to be released. Gasps of breath escaped him and he thrusted as deep as he could go into Darius's mouth, releasing with a loud curse and a grunt as he went slack. He grinned and pulled Darius up, pushing him onto the bed with a predatory smirk.

Darius awoke in an all too familiar amount of pain; he was laying in his bed, the blackness of the blindfold now familiar to him. He had been in this place for 6 months and after the first month, where he had his ability to sense magic stripped from him, to increase his strength. After that he had one of his senses stripped from him, first it was touch and that was frightening, he overcame it in the one month time limit though, after that it was smell and he overcame that in a month as well. Hearing went next and that was the worst, it seemed as though he wouldn't make it but he managed it, taste wasn't terrible, just a little daunting, now it was sights turn. Each time one of his senses disappeared, the others immediately heightened, now he moved in such a way that even without his eyes, he knew where he was.

He could feel the weight that each person put of the front of their foot, hear the light squeak of leather as they walked, taste the air and decipher the tastes around him, smell the cowhide in the air, mixed with the personal smell of whoever it was, at the moment it was the minty smell of Draco Malfoy. He was lying with his head on Darius's arm, clasping it worriedly. Darius flinched as his eyes throbbed, he knew that it could be returned, his sight, that is, it didn't mean the pain and memories weren't there. Darius flinched as the memory reared its head.

Dumbledore pulled a branding iron from nowhere, the phoenix on the end, the metal turning a deep red as it hissed. With a flick of his wand, Darius was on his stomach with his back exposed. Dumbledore ran his eyes over Darius's back before pushing the iron down, swift and hard, on his right shoulder blade. Darius screamed as the heat connected with his back, the skin it touched writhing in pain as the brand scarred forever into his shoulder.

Darius clawed at the sheets relentlessly until the branding iron disappeared and Dumbledore leaned over, putting a gauze over the bleeding brand, he wouldn't use magic, that would heal it totally and he couldn't have that. Dumbledore murmured lightly into his ear. "Do you enjoy the pain Harry?"

Darius put on a brave face, chortling into the pillow as he lifted his head to speak. "It was a little cold to my tastes; can you heat it up a bit?" Darius laughed, cringing slightly as Dumbledore tapped his shoulder blade and hummed thoughtfully. The telltale lightning of the air signified Dumbledore had summoned something. He placed a small tin lightly on the bedside table and laughed, turning Darius back over and showing him a glowing needle that was very large.

"This a special type of needle. It's heated and sends electric shocks right into your nervous system. Is that sufficient for you, my boy?" Dumbledore's face was full of laughter as he slid the first needle into Darius's shoulder, the heat causing the skin around it to shrivel and scar as blood dripped out. A second needle followed that until his chest, legs and neck were covered in bleeding wounds with silver needles in them. Dumbledore laughed softly, brushing a strand of black hair behind Darius's ear as he pulled out two needles and held one to Darius left eye and laughed. "This is for your own good Harry. It'll help sharpen your senses." He said loudly as he pushed the needle in agonisingly slowly. Darius felt the eye flicker as darkness covered it, his right soon following as he fell into unconsciousness.

Harry scrubbed a hand across his sweaty forehead, thinking about his neighbours relatives. They were somewhere in the castle, Darius has seen them briefly but they had been moved. They weren't dead yet and Darius would make sure that death would not come for them. Besides, his neighbours would come for them. The man who looked like his brother wouldn't leave them.

Authors Notes:

Darius/Harry doesn't know that Yami is actually Atem, he only said brother because of the resemblance. Though he was aware of something over worldly about Yugi and the group. The time skip was uber irritating but still, I felt I had to shove a little something extra in so Yami/Yugi action popped up. Hope you liked it, review!

Also, if you want more DariusxAkefia action… Well… You have to ask nicely in your reviews. The more reviews, the further the action goes. Don't deny poor Darius.