A/N: SO, this is Scandalshipping. It's incest, technically, as Atem and Priest Set are cousins. Problems? Go away, babes! As for you who stay, know that this is for Majintalina2118. I foshizzle had to paste and copy your name. If I would have tried to remember it, I would have friggin' ruined it for you. I hope you enjoy. I love Scandalshipping as well. It's glorious. It's sexy. What's not to love! BTW, we're gonna pretend like Atem stayed alive more than two days, so he would have time to entertain a relationship with the sexy Set. Heheh, sexy Set. I like it.

Chapter Five: Scandalshipping

Priest Set swept through the palace, his grace surrounding him as he hurriedly moved. He nodded to those he cared to, and ignored those that he didn't. The latter was of a higher number. Mahado nodded to him and he snarled his lip up. It was because of that fool that Atem had nearly died!

Even now his heart jumped and skipped, imagining what could have happened, had the attempt on Atem's life been successful. Mana flew past him, barely missing his right arm. He shook his head. The girl was adorable, he had to admit, but she caused more trouble than she was worth. In his opinion anyways.

"Good evening, Priest." Isis said, doing a sweeping bow. Ah, the one woman Set could tolerate around here.

"Good evening, Isis. Do you fare well?" he asked, genuinly concerned. He hadn't talked to the woman in some time, and he could see worry lines beginning to form. Bakura's attacks were taking a toll on her.

"I could be better... But we are still breathing, are we not?" she said, a wry smile working its way across her features. He returned it and nodded, sweeping past her and bidding a goodnight.

"Oh, and Priest..." she called, worriedly "Please... Be careful. I sense something. I cannot see, not through the darkness surrounding Bakura, but something is coming. Something big."

Set sat, shocked. Bakura couldn't win. No, he wouldn't. But he nodded and heeded the woman's warning.

"My Pharaoh..." he slowly slid open the heavy chamber door, looking over his shoulder for any guards. He always waited until they were switching out men, when chaos consumed the palace halls, so that he would go undetected.

"Enter." came the hoarse reply. Set frowned. In the short week that Bakura had begun his attacks on the Royal Palace, Atem had aged years. The black hair that crowned his head was shot through with grey, a frown always marking his face. Set hated it. Seeing his lover so stressed.

"Good evening, Pharaoh."

"Drop the formalities, Set." Atem snapped. Set looked slightly put off by the harsh tone, but simply nodded. He'd learned not to cross Atem when he was like this.

"Atem..." he let the name roll of his tongue, smiling at the way Atem shivered slightly.

"Set... What will we do?" he asked, tone quiet. He looked up at his Priest, crimson eyes shining. Atem cared for his people, for his land. Sometimes a little too much.

He stood from the beige couch, sweeping across the floor to pull back the crimson curtain. He turned to Set with a fire in his eyes as he gestured across the land.

"These... These our our people, Set! Bakura made this personal when he burned down the village. I intend to end this... by whatever means necessary."

Something in his tone triggered worry in Set.

"Atem... You will not give up your life. I refuse to allow it." he matched Atem's feirceness, ten fold. He watched as a rueful smile worked its way across Atem's tanned face.

"I will do what I must. Let us pray it doesn't come to that. If it should, however-"

"It won't."

Atem continued as if Set had not spoken. "Then I wish for you to rule Egypt in my place. I'm trusting you with my kingdom, Set. My people. My life."

Set felt the words weigh heavily on him, and he felt as though he might actually sag from the weight of them. He breathed out and removed his gold adornments, placing them on an ivory table.

"Atem... Stop speaking like this. Like... Like tonight is your last night. Please."

Atem looked at him, such open trust in his eyes that Set was forced to sit. Atem strode forward and placed his petite hands on Set's larger shoulders.

"What if it is? Truly, any night could be my last, with or without Bakura. Someone, somewhere, in this kingdom will always want me dead. You should know that."

Atem's eyes trailed to the Millennium Rod on Set's hip. Set yanked it from its holding in his belt, throwing it on the table.

"I don't care! They don't know you! Bakura, he doesn't know you! He was just a petty Thief... One of many to come out of the dust... What is so different about him? Why is he... so determined? I don't.. Please... Atem... I won't lose you."

Atem's shoulders shook with a fear just short of terror. He was scared. So scared. Bakura was so strong, and there were so many things he could do without. Making Set upset was one of them.

But he couldn't show it! He was the Pharaoh, the king... His people couldn't know that he panicked more than they at night, with his curtains drawn tight, when the desert breeze was so cool he had to seek refuge under his silk blankets. They didn't know that he cursed his reflection, every time he saw himself it his father's crown.

That's still how he thought of it. His father's. His first decent into this panicked state was when Bakura had dragged his father's dead body into his throne room, into his royal court. The dancers had fled, the musicians had fled. But Set had stayed.

"Set... I don't want to die." he whispered, turning back to the priest. Set stood and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"So don't."

Atem snorted. "So don't? That's such bullshit, Set. It's not like I have an option."

It was true. Did anyone really have a say in when they died? No. It just sort of... was. Planned by the gods. Irrevocable Fate. It sucked ass. Royal ass. No pun intended.

"Set... I want you to... We should make love. Like this was our last night. Because it very well may be."

Set paused, not liking the words at all. But weren't they true? Of course they were.

"Of course, Atem. Whatever you want." he said, words laced with light resignation. Let Bakura do his worst.

Soft lips traveled up the side of Atem's neck when Set embraced him from behind. Larger hands ran down Atem's arms, pushing the golden bands off as they went. When the jewelry was removed, Set opened Atem's palms, glancing down at the lines that should not have been there.

"You know you aren't supposed to work."

"I'm also not supposed to be sleeping with a High Priest. Rules were made to be broken."

Set shivered at the rebellious tone in Atem's voice. It reminded him so much of the king he knew before Bakura took over, the one he trained along side.

"I love you..." Atem breathed as he twirled in the embrace, lips capturing Set's needily. Clothes were thrown and tossed, landing everywhere except the floor. Golden jewelry clanked against the ground, as though it had no worth.

It that moment, it didn't.

Atem moaned and steered Set backwards to his awaiting bed, both laughing when they clumsily fell onto the matress. The last of the jewelry to be removed was that Ra forsaken crown. Set took it gingerly in his hands, eyeing it. Atem snarled at the offending peice of gold and smacked it from his Priest's hands.

"I will not think about my responsibilities tonight. Not tonight."

The twon joined lips again, scooting further up on the bed. Set willingly gave up dominance and remained below the shorter, hands traveling everywhere. Pants and moans began to become more frequent, strangled cries being released when one arousal would slide against another.

"Atem... Please..."

He was still in the mind set that they had limited time, that Bakura would arrive any minute.

It was possible. Entirely so.

"Atem, please... What?" Atem smirked against Set's chest, the skin darkened from his abuse of it. He nipped at one nipple and licked the other before sliding up to Set's face. "Tell me."

"Love me." his Priest breathed, absolute passion overrunning all logical brain functions.

Atem hauled the larger up, forcing him onto all fours. He reached for the expensive oil next to his bed, quickly coating three fingers.

"Are you ready, Set?"

Set nodded vigorously and moaned wantonly when the first digit was inserted.

"M-More..." he begged, roughly pushing back. Atem groaned and resisted the urge to pound into the sweet ass in front of him.

"As you wish." he breathed, and inserted the other two in one fluid motion. Set's cry of pain was quickly drowned out by his cry of pleasure as Atem struck his prostate.

"Atem. Inside. Now." he demanded, summoning some god-like strength and pushing back. Atem sighed, eager, and lined himself up. He kissed every inch of back he could as he slid in, wincing at the pained gasp he received.

"Sh, sh. See? I'm all the way in... Give m-me one m-moment."

Atem rocked back and forth slowly, until he found the man's prostate once again. Set nearly screamed, biting his hand to muffle the sound.

Atem slammed back in quicker, harder, more frequently, desperately driven by the need to get off. His hands slid over Set's sweat-coated back to the Priest's stomach, where he lowered them further to find the man's weeping need.

"I love you... So much..."

The fist was roughly moved up and down, twisting slightly. Both came in a flourish of cries, bodies twitching. Atem fell forward, only pulling out once his breath had returned. Once the blood was returned to his brain, he tugged the blankets over his tired Priest and himself.

"I love you... More. Don't leave me. Never leave me."

Atem frowned and did not reply.

Something told him this would indeed be their last time together. That Bakura would return tomorrow, and he would finish it. Atem knew either one or both of them wasn't going to make it.

If it was him that died, he only prayed that he would find Set in the next life. That he would forgive him for leaving him behind.

"Goodnight, Set."

A/N: Kind of short, but hey! Who wants a Prideshipping sequel? Btw, Vladroxmysox, I'm working on yours. It's just gonna take a bit, as your brainstorming turned out rather creative. I liked it though! It's coming along nicely. I hope you all enjoyed. Requests are welcome, even if you've already made one. If you want a specific seme/uke or setting, let me know. I'll do my best to get it done. I love you all, review! *hugs* I'm off to do random shit.

Goodnight and blessed be, till we merry meet again! (which might be tomorrow.)

~Nightingale.