This is just... I dunno. I think Yugi would be really interested in Atem's past life, and would kind of attack him with questions. Really, this chapter is filler. I SHALL NAME IT NOAH.

... lol not really.

Also, point of view changes in this chapter FOR NO WEASON. AHAHA AHAHAHAHA. And I get a little bit random. Guys, come on. You can tolerate the randomness, alright? I'll give you a lemon if you behave.

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As the two boarded Seto Kaiba's private jet (Yugi had arranged this in exchange for the three god cards, that greedy Kaiba bastard), the multi-millionaire's younger brother stared at them in awe.

"Why are there two Yugis?" he wondered aloud.

"Mokuba, weird shit happens to Yugi Mutou. It's best if you just don't question it." Seto shoved the two weirdos into their cabin, and went away, presumably to jack off to his new acquisitions. And dragons. Sexy, sexy dragons.

Yugi still couldn't take his eyes off his lover's body. It just astonished him how gorgeous the pharaoh was, sitting there in his tanned, leather-clad glory. Atem stretched and folded his arms behind his head, looking much like a lounging cat. Fitting, really, considering how the animal was revered and worshipped in his culture, just as he had been.

"You're just fascinated by me, aren't you?" the elder chuckled, his outlined eyes twinkling with mischief.

"I just... I can't believe you're real," the boy said, blushing. "I keep expecting to wake up and find that this was all just a dream."

Atem tilted his head in amusement. He took Yugi's hand and held it over his heart, letting the other feel his lively pulse. "You'll never wake up from this, aibou," he whispered, his magnificent eyes locked with Yugi's. "You are completely awake, and this is really happening. I am every bit as real as you are." He touched an innocent kiss to the other's lips. "And I love this touch just as much as you do..." Their lips met again, their intentions still harmless, but their execution passionate. Yugi climbed into his darker soul's lap, making himself comfortable - which was kind of difficult, considering they were about the same size, but they managed.

"Tell me about your previous life," the boy insisted, with the air of a toddler wanting story time.

The pharaoh chuckled, stroking his hair. "Tell me what you want to know," he countered.

"Did you have anyone before me?" Oh come on, you knew he was gonna go there.

"I was supposed to marry, but my betrothed died when she was twelve." Atem rolled his eyes. "Probably for the best. Bad genetic history. There was so much inbreeding back then. Kind of nasty, really... But yeah. After she died, there wasn't much effort put into finding me a wife, seeing as the world was kind of about to be destroyed. Frankly, I've never much cared for females anyway." He made a face. "Too many curves... Men are simply easier to keep hold of, it's not as easy for them to squirm out of your grasp." He chuckled deviously.

Yugi's face grew very warm, and he had to swallow to stifle a moan at his sudden mental image of Atem having passionate sex with a faceless man.

"But despite my... numerous sexual experiences," the pharaoh cleared his throat, "I must admit... You're the only one I've ever desired in a way that isn't purely physical." He kissed his lover's forehead. "Having now experienced both lust and love, I can truthfully say that the latter is far superior." He moved to lock his beloved in a kiss, causing both to sigh and moan softly at the sheer perfection of it all.

Mokuba had shut himself in a broom closet with his earphones blasting stereotypical JPop music, trying to drown out the sex noises that seemed to be surrounding him from all areas of the plane. Yes, he was definitely going to need therapy.

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Short chapter is short. Sorry about that.

Any historical events mentioned in this chapter may or may not be anywhere close to accurate. They probably aren't. Except for the inbreeding thing, that's got to be true.

Also, fun fact. Mokuba's favorite Vocaloid is Len. Sometimes he tries to cosplay as Len, but he has too much hair. The wig won't fit properly on his head. Poor little Mokuba. We shall now shed a tear for him. Just one. Also, his favorite pony is Twilight Sparkle.

I'M DRINKIN TEA, BITCHES. That had nothing to do with anything. It's late and I'm hyper and I need to go to bed and stop writing fanfictions about horny Egyptian guys banging effeminate Japanese twink boys. ... That applies to more than one pairing, actually... You know, I haven't actually written any thiefshipping fics. I better get on that.

my shoulder hurts, it's time to stop typing