They walked through a portal back to their icy mountainside, and Yami went straight to bed, falling into it and feeling Seto hugging him from behind after transforming back into his half-human form.

Claws dug into his chest but Yami didn't mind.

He laced his ankles over the backs of Seto's calves and felt scales rubbing across the tops of his toes. Then he promptly fell asleep with Seto's arms pinned underneath his body.

Seto chinned Yami's shoulder and inhaled his unique scent, relaxing easily.

He was happier than he'd been in centuries. Would it stay like this forever?!
Yami was fun, intelligent, full of depth and surprises.

Would they be able to fix up the lair in time before…Yami's natural death?!

I don't…want him to die! Seto's eyes shot open and he hung onto Yami's warm body beneath him, his heart steadily being crushed with each pounding beat.

Theoretically, Humans lived until 100, but he'd personally never seen that before with his own eyes, because the oldest human he'd ever seen was the kingdom's clergymen at 72, and Yami's grandfather. That man was 86, and his silent magic appraisal showed the projected lifespan to be….87.

A lot of the humans in Bakura's lair had projected lifespans between 85 and 90.

100 was a stretch.

No! Seto wailed as he slowly unwrapped himself from around Yami and gently inched him up onto the bed, tucking him in and taking a deep breath, resting his clawed hand on Yami's shoulder and whispering, "appraise…" dreading what he would see.

Yami Mutou
Species: human

Assigned sex: Male
Age: 25
Blood type: A
No special abilities
No special blessings
No magical properties

Projected lifespan: 82

Projected cause of death: heart failure

Seto lifted his hand away and his appraisal faded. His vision blurred with an odd wedness and he clenched his fist tightly.

That was…unacceptable.

Yami didn't even have any blessings from any god?! Seriously?!
That really sucked.

He'd seen some of the humans in Bakura's camp blessed with beauty, luck, agility, or charm.

Yami had nothing.

Seto laid down with a thump on the pillow beside Yami's sleeping form, resting a palm over his eyes while his heart raced. He needed to find a solution, quickly and quietly.

There were rules against casting on humans.

He'd have to look into this later when he wasn't exhausted from all the sex.