Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Gin no Umi o Wataru ❯ Chapter 8

Monday

6:05 a.m.

Tristan sighed as a pale hand stroked softly over his chest. The well-kept hand dipped and dived among the shadowy russet curls. A sweet face hidden behind a cascade of the palest blond hair fell over his shoulder. The long soft strands mixed in with his dark hair. Soft pink lips suckled at his nipple. Grinning, he sank a large hand into the soft deep hair. He dragged his sweet lover up wanting to see her startling blue eyes, the golden hair fading, bleaching and turning to a pale silvery white. Gasping at this Tristan pulled the white head back and saw warm melted light chocolate eyes staring at him. Stunned, he turned to look over his shoulder at hard bronze eyes.

"Having fun yet, our ferocious sun bear?" The hard man tilted Tristan's face up and kissed him, tasting of sun, sand, and darkness.

* * *

Tristan jerked up, hitting his head against the wooden headboard of his bed. Groaning, he sat up, rubbing the sore spot. "Man...that was a very...odd dream." Shaking his head, he turned and sat his feet on the floor, scratching his chest and stretching. Standing up, he let the sheet fall back, his eyes closed. Images of starlit hair, bronze and melted chocolate eyes stared at him, their two faces so similar but so different. The way their hair fells fell; one loose and soft, the otherwith little bat wings. Tristan groaned, one hand stroking his chest and nipples, the other reaching down to caress and stroke his hardening shaft. Falling back to the bed, he reached up and licked his hand until it was soaked. Whimpering he grabbed himself again and stroked. He moaned as he thought of the two pale bodies, twinning around each other and himself. His hand raked furrows and welts down his chest. He stroked himself faster and faster, whispering their names.

"Ryou... Bakare... Ryou... Bakare." Moaning, he thought of how perfect they would look, their lips touching, tender, gentle, melding into one. So close one can't tell where one ends and the other begins. Clasping his hand over his mouth to muffle himself, he let go. In his grasp his cock jerked and strained, emptying itself over his stomach, coating his chest from sternum to right above his pelvis. Enervated, his body loosened and relaxed. I can notbelieve I just jerked off to the thought of Ryou and that bastard tomb robber. What the hell is going on?

* * *

6:37 a.m.

Joey dropped to his knees. Growling, he threw the trailing edge of the comforter up onto the bed. Ducking his head, he checked for his shoes. "Damn! I'm gonna be late and I promised Yugi."

Seto watched Joey from the door. "Pup! What are you doing?"

Joey sighed and turned towards him. A smirk covered his face. "You're still calling me 'Pup'?"

Seto walked over, leaning down to stroke the back of Joey's neck. "And why not, you like to chew on things and be petted."

Joey arced his back at that soft touch. "Like you don't like being chewed on, Seto. But right now I'm trying to find my shoes so I can go walk over to Yugi's. I promised him, I'd walk to school with him today."

"I see... did you check for your shoes where they are supposed to be? In the shoe closet by the door?" Seto tapped him on the neck.

"Hmmm..." Joey reached under and pulled out one raggedy, much beat up dirty white sneaker.

Seto rolled his eyes and picked the shoe out of Joey's hand by a lace. Tossing it over into a corner, he tugged Joey up, one hand caressing and nudging Joey from the room. "Look, you can't wear those with these new uniforms. There are some shoes in the closet by the door. Now you have to hurry so your driver will have time to take you over to Yugi's before school. I have to go with Mokuba. Also, I have detention all this week, so after school could you pick Mokuba up?"

"Huh? Driver? What driver, and sure I will! He's a great kid."

"Driver, do you think no body will notice that you're living here. A good executive driver is needed to make sure nothing happens to you."

"An executive driver? What he owns stock or something?"

Seto stared at him and smiled. "Actually, all my personal servants do. It's part of their package. The longer they work for me, the more stock they earn. However, what an 'executive driver', is a person that has been trained in observation, evasion, and defensive driving. He's also armed, and waiting outside for you. He'll take you to pick up Mokuba and then bring you to Kaiba Corp, unless you plan to be somewhere else later."

Joey nodded. A clatter from the stairs caused him to look up and see Mokuba running down the stairs. His uniform was still untucked.

"Cool! Wanted to see ya before you left!" Mokuba hugged him tightly then ran into the dining room. "I'll see you this afternoon."

Joey watched him go and turned to kiss Seto. "Wow. Ok, see ya tonight?"

"Yeah." Seto opened the door and watched as Joey slipped into the waiting car.

Five minutes later, Joey pushed open the door and started calling for Yugi. "Yuge! Hey get down here!"

A window on the second floor flew up and a magenta, yellow, and black spiked head poked out. "Alright!" A minute later, Yugi came bouncing out his backpack swinging from his hand. "Wow, we're gonna drive to school?"

"Yeah, apparently I got a driver. Come on or we're gonna be late."

Yugi climbed into the open door of the back seat with Joey following. Soon they were on their way to school.

* * *

7:15 a.m.

Jahi stared around the room with fascination. For some perverse reason, Joey was struggling to deny him access to his memories. So this meant that Jahi had no idea why young adults in this day and age were herded by bells into these pens. Frowning, he looked at the man standing at the head of the room. He seemed to be on the rather old side. Surely at least 45 if not more, it wouldn't be long before he died. Jahi stared around bemusedly.

The pale gold wood door to the left of the room, opened. Through it walked a young man in the normal blue school uniform, his hair seeming even brighter against the dark uniform than it's already tinted. A soft sea green that curved gently to cup his tan cheek. His head was slightly lowered and his eyelids covered his eyes. Jahi stared at him...for some reason this young man seemed familiar to him. The man at the front of the room tapped on the desk and stood up.

"Class we have a new student..."

A sweet light voice reached out to the class, "Hello... my name is Noa..."

Suddenly the young man raised his face, drawing his lids back to reveal bright turquoise eyes. Jahi stared at him. Seeing him in two dimension. As the student now and as a prince, standing on the pale golden sand, dressed in light blue and white linen. His hair held back with a coronet on which was affixed the holy horn and set between them an orb inscribed with an eye. Kohl rimmed his eyes trailing back towards his headdress. Jahi stared at him, breath escaping him.

Beside Joey, Yugi noticed his eyes were now blue. Frantically tapping Tristan, he pointed to Joey then Seto. Tristan tapped the person in front of him and asked him to tell Seto to look his way. When Seto turned he saw Tristan pointing to Joey. Seto faced a blue-eyed Joey. Suddenly his eyes darkened to indigo and he stared at Jahi until Jahi looked around.

Silently, pointed, he stared at Jahi before speaking into his mind, "Shall I exorcise you here and now?"

Jahi stared at him, biting his lower lip.

Seferet stared at him for a moment before sending another message. "Retreat for now, beloved. We shall be together tonight while they rest."

Jahi nodded, slowly the blue faded from Joey's eyes and he faced towards the teacher with a concerned and bewildered face. The new boy walked close to Joey on the way to his seat. Joey shuddered and let him pass. When he turned to look at Seto, Seto was packing up.

* * *

11:23 a.m.

Mr. Yiyashi closed the door and walked over to the board, the heels of his shoes clicking rhythmically on the floor. Pausing at the desk, he turned to face them. "Class, this year we are doing something different for History class. For this entire semester, we will learn about Japan in recent history. By that we mean from 1940 to now. However we cannot ignore other cultures, so this semester's term paper is a bit different. On the board here you see a list of 13 dates and locations. I will break you up into groups of two. You will do a research on the time periods, write your research paper, and prepare a workable lesson plan. This will be 60% of your grade this semester.

"Now I know several of you are wondering about the reason for the lesson plan and it's simple. Next semester you will teach your time period to the class. You will have four days to teach the class about your time period and then you will give them a test on the fifth day. It will consist of 90 questions and 5 essay questions. I will of course be on hand to help you with the lesson plan and test. Once your test is given and graded, we will average the classes' grades and that will be your presentation grade. That will be 52% of your grade for next semester.

"The other 48% comes from each of the twelve other groups test. For example, let's say... once averaged your classmates achieve 89 points on your test." She turned and started to write on the bottom of the board, "Your grades on the other groups' tests average to 75 points. You will multiply 89 by 52% to get 46.28%. Now you multiply 75 by 52% and you get 36%. Now you add both of them and your final score will be 82.28 percent. Simple yes?" She faced the class.

"Now one more thing... starting on the third week from now, every other week we will spend 2 days a week discussing your progress. I know it seems like a lot of work but I have confidence in my students. So here's how you're going to be grouped." She walked down the first row between two desks, touching two at a time. "Muto and Ishtar, group 2. Eito, Kazuteru, group 12. Asheworth, Shiskata, group 13. Wheeler, Kaiba, group 1.

"Now, let's go to the library and start researching." He walked over and opened the door.

Seto stood up, picking up his bag and Joey's. Leaning in close he whispered to him, "Don't forget you have to pick up Mokuba today. I have detention all this week.

Tuesday

6:47 a.m.

Ryou waved to the librarian as he walked into the library. He loved the library before school; it was so quiet. He headed over to the reference computer and restarted the search he had been doing yesterday. Humming lightly, he printed out a hardcopy of the list of books and materials he needed. He walked through the stacks pulling several books off the shelves. He knew that he and Tristan could go over them later in class or at lunch. A warm glow filled him at thought of Tristan. Stacking the books at an empty cubicle he went up to librarian's desk and filled out a couple interlibrary loan slips. Then moving gracefully, he sat down at the cubicle and opened a book. Laying his head in his hands, he closed his eyes. Bakare? Bakare?

What?! He demanded.

Bakare, what's wrong. You haven't said a thing to me all day. Are you all right? Ryou asked gently.

Stop calling me that, you pathetic weakling! Bakura screamed at him.

I... I thought you would like it since... it, ah, it was your name but what's wrong?

Tell me... Bakura's mental voice slid silkily through Ryou's mind, exactly how thrilled you are that w- you have been assigned to work with Tristan?

Tristan? Of course I'm glad to be assigned to work with him, he's a friend. I can't not work with him.

Yeah right. As if you haven't been slobbering all over him since you found out that you have to work with him! As if I can't see what you're thinking. You greedy... selfish... brat!

But... but... but... Ryou bit his lip, You know I only love you. You're everything to me. You know that... you're my yami, Bakare. Why would you think this? Say this? If I didn't know better I would say you were jealous! Tristan is a friend, a good friend... but only a friend.

Silence answered his frustrated statement.

But you do... know better don't you, my pathetic little hikari. And do you think I do not know how you wish he would be more. Bakura's presence entered his soul room and a deafening silence echoed in Ryou's mind.

Ryou sat there amazed for a second. A whimper crawled its way out of his throat. A soft plop followed as one tear rolled it's way down. Soon its twin and all its brothers and sisters followed it. Suddenly a hand rested on his shoulder.

"Ryou... are you ok?"

* * *

Tristan headed upstairs, feet slapping on the concrete steps. /Ryou's really gonna be surprised at me. I mean getting up early and going to the library to research. I can't let him to all the work. Maybe he'll smile again. It's like... Damn I'm not supposed to think about guys this way. Tris... think of Mai's huge... firm breasts, how the nipple looks... How creamy they are. How pale his flesh is, the delicate tracing of veins right under his skin. His sweet cara- ARGH!

Tristan shook his head and thought of his grandmother dancing in a slip to get his erection to fade. Walking through the door, he pulled out the sheet of paper with a list of reference numbers. He loped through the stacks checking for book after book. After not finding the fourth book he headed back towards the librarian's desk. He caught a glimpse of silver hair. Walking over, he noticed his Ry- partner seated in a cubicle. As he got closer he could hear him crying. Kneeling beside him, he laid on hand on Ryou's shoulder.

"Ryou... are you ok?"

Ryou's light brown eyes lifted up to look at him. "Uhh... yes, yes... I'll be..."

"What did he do? Ryou, it'll be ok." Tristan hugged him, "I promise, I'll make it ok."

* * *

12:35 p.m.

Joey headed over to the table. Balancing his tray, he avoided other people. Dropping the little cardboard tray onto the table, he dropped into his seat and looked for Seto. Smiling, he looked at Ryou across from him. He noticed that Tristan was sitting beside him, and Tristan... Joey chuckled. /Nah!/

Seto sat beside him, one hand stroking the back of Joey's neck. "You aren't going to really eat that slop are you?"

"Hey, it's good food!" Joey picked up the burger and took a bite. Licking his lips, he caught at the juices. "Hey, Tristan, have you done any of the research for your paper yet?"

Tristan swallowed a fry that he was chewing and nodded. "Yeah, I went this morning to get things set up... and Ryou was there so we worked on it for a while. What about you and Kaiba?" Tristan pushed his milk over towards Ryou, nodding at him.

"Well, we checked out his library last night and got some leads on books to look up. But ours isn't that hard so hopefully we'll be done early on." Joey reached over and took Tristan's bread.

"Hey!" Tristan snatched it back.

Joey sighed and nudged Seto as Tristan put his bread on Ryou's plate. Yugi lifted his face, his pharaoh eyes looking at Joey and nodding.

"Hey Ryou, there's going to be another school tournament soon. Are you going to compete?" Yugi asked brightly.

"No, I don't think so. I need to concentrate on my schoolwork for now, maybe next time. Are you?" Ryou asked, eating his food with small bites.

"Yeah, We're lucky. Malik is from Egypt so he has a bunch of books already plus..." Yugi shrugged and waved to where Malik was coming in. Everyone nodded, they knew Malik's past. How he lived underground. The pharaohs weren't history to him but actual living presences. Yugi stood up and waved at Malik. Malik nodded and walked over.

"Hello Yugi." He nodded at the others. "Rashid remembered a book on the pharaohs; he's having it shipped over. We should get it next week and...

* * *

Noa Asheworth nodded as Shiskata rattled on about what he had found out about Greece, pre-Christ. He stared at the group of people seated three rows over. It seemed that pretty boy Kaiba was interested in the foolish blond next to him. Perhaps he could be useful.

* * *

3:01 p.m.

Seto nodded and pushed open the door.

"Yes, I'm sending him now, little brother. Yes, you can stop off to get something to eat but I expect both of you at the office no later than 6." Seto rubbed his forehead and smiled. "I'll talk to you later, little brother." Seto closed the phone and looked up as Joey walked closer. Tugging on Joey's jacket, he led him to a corner by the door.

"Not that I mind but others might not like it if we necked in the hall." Joey muttered, leaning close.

Seto reached up and whacked Joey on the nose. "Baka. I just wanted to remind you that you said you'd pick Mokuba up today. He's waiting and there's a car outside waiting for you. I already told Mokuba that I want him back at the office by six. You don't have a curfew but... I should be eating around six-thirty..."

"I'm there. Now don't ya got a detention to work for?"

"Don't remind me." Seto nodded at him and turned, quickly spinning back to Joey, he kissed Joey quickly. "You better be. Go!"

Joey laughed and ran out the door. Seto stood and watched to make sure that Joey's driver got his attention. Just before they pulled out, a white limo with a vanity plate reading "Flying" drove by, Duke Devlin sitting it the back. As he raised the window the limo turned the corner, Seto read the back plate, "Horse2". Nodding, he opened his phone and dialed his office.

* * *

4:17 p.m.

Pegasus looked up, his lover stood in the doorway, wearing a see through robe. In his hands, he held a large glass bowl of popcorn. Duke walked over and knelt on the bed. "Hey beautiful. Got delicious, hot, salty..."

"Popcorn," Pegs replied, reaching for a handful.

"Nope. Delicious, hot, salty man waiting for me." Duke leaned forward kissing Pegasus slowly. "I love ya, Maximillion."

Pegasus' hand fell from Duke's chest. "Truly?" His head bowed, his silken hair falling over his face.

"Yeah, I loved you before this, I love you now, and I will keep loving you until you believe me, Peg." Duke lifted Peg's face slowly, capturing Pegasus' lips with his own. Sucking and licking until Pegasus opened his lips, he pressed his lover back against the bed, his teeth roaming and nipping the delicate pale flesh of Pegasus' neck. Thrusting his hard cock against Pegasus' he leaned forward. "I was wrong, you aren't salty. You're sweet, like the sweet nectar of the gods."

Pegasus leaned back, his perfectly manicured nails dug through the flimsy robe and into the tanned shoulder. Duke buried his face in Pegasus' chest nipping, licking, and sucking. He concentrated on leaving visible marks. He wanted to make sure that every time Pegs looked at himself in the mirror, he'd see it. Tonight Pegasus would not forget who he belonged to or how much Duke loved him or how well.

With a final nip, Duke sat back on his heels and pushed Pegasus away. One hand roamed up Pegasus' leg and cupped his warm length. "There's a reason you're named after a horse, beloved." Duke laughed and leaned forward. Slowly he stretched, showing off his muscles, taunting his lover. He pulled open the drawer and pulled out a small bottle. "Now my love, I am going... to make sure... that you know... deep in that lovely heart just how much I love to love you. My pretty winged horsy. You're gonna ride me, aren't you?"

"Yes, my Duke, my Prince." Pegasus sat up, taking the bottle from Duke's hand. Pouring some oil into his palm, he curled his hand around his cock. After he slicked it up, Duke watched as he prepared himself.

"Please?" Pegasus whispered.

"Anything for you, beautiful." Duke brushed Pegasus' hair back and stared into his eyes as he gently lowered his lover.

Wednesday

8:00 p.m.

The zipper rasped as it traveled over the well-satiated bulge, he stretched and patted Wheeler's thigh as he stood up. "That was a nice ride. Though you're getting a little loose in the ass."

The door open and a slim man in a dark blue uniform came in. "Hey, was he nice tonight?"

"Yeah but his ass is getting loose, maybe we should let it rest for while. Otherwise he's good. Doesn't squeal as much now though."

"Damn, I was thinking about it all last night. What about that mouth of his?" The new guard walked further in and pulled out a syringe. "It's time for you meds, aww look at that puffy mouth. It's gonna grab my dick so nice and you're gonna love it aren't you." The guard leaned over and wrenched Wheeler's arm around and pressed the syringe into his flesh. As he did so, he leaned over and gripped Wheeler's bottom lip in his teeth and bit down. Soon a metallic smell and taste filled his mouth. Laughing the guard moved back. "Oh yes, this will be fun."

A laugh rose as the first guard left the room. He kept laughing until he reached the guard station and picked up the phone. Meanwhile, in Wheeler's room, the harsh sound, the rasp of the zipper moving over the bulge, pulled a whimper from Wheeler. Soon a heavy weight rested on his chest. A thick, sweaty, meaty, rank, and musky flesh pressed against his lips.

"Open up, little whore."

* * *

8:02 p.m.

Seto picked up the phone and nodded. "Very well, Iwata. And are you all enjoying yourself?"

Seto smirked as he listened to the man on the other end. "No, Iwata, I don't need anything else. Keep it up for the next couple of weeks. I want him all healed up before I let him out. Got me?"

Seto hung up the phone, smiling. A couple more weeks of this and he'll learn. I do not allow anyone to hurt anything or anyone of mine.

Seto looked up at the picture of Kaiba on the wall. Nodding, he stood up and went to the kitchen. His bare feet moved soundlessly on the tile. He moved through the islands and hanging displays in his kitchen with ease, his eyes flickered one way and another in the darkness. Stopping in front of one of the many drawers, Seto pulled it open and reached in. His fingers wrapped around of the wooden handle of the meat tenderizer. His face blank, he pulled it out and started to hit himself on the inside of his forearm. Steadily the mallet thumped in the darkness.

* * *

8:00 p.m.

11. Joey picks up his jacket and the small metal hammer falls out of the pocket. Joey frowns and hides it under in a box, afraid what would happen if Seto were to see it.

Joey growled as he dug through yet another box. He really appreciated them bringing his stuff over but now he had no idea where anything was. He sighed as another coat fell down, picking it up he put it on the knob of the closet door. A soft thunk to the light gray carpet caught his attention.

Turning, he frowned. In the soft light a small metal hammer glowed like a harsh silver brand. He reached forward, jerking back. Shaking his head he snatched it up and opened the closest box, tossing the hammer in on top of whatever was in there.

I have to talk to him about that but I'm never going to let him have that evil thing back. What could bring him... to... Joey shook his head again and left the closet. He could find what he wanted another time. Grabbing his sketchbook and a set of color pencils he went to Seto's room. Climbing on the huge comfy bed, he started drawing his latest dream.

* * *

10:15 p.m.

Seto stumbled upstairs, his arm throbbing. Wearily he pushed open his bedroom door and headed for the bed. His eyes half closed, he didn't notice Joey until he almost sat on him.

"Busy day?" Joey asked softly.

"Yes, we're working on a new game system. Do you think you and the others would beta test it?" Seto sat down, shrugging his jacket off.

"Sure no problem. You can tell us all about it tomorrow at school. Now get to sleep." Joey leaned over and brushed a kiss against Seto's cheek before rolling off the bed.

As Joey walked past, Seto reached out and grabbed his hand. "Joey... stay. Please?"

Joey stared at him for a moment before nodding. "Ok."

A few minutes later they lay together in bed, Joey wrapping his arms around Seto. "Good night, Seto."

"Good night Joey."

Thursday

9:15 p.m.

Yami tightened his arms around Yugi as Yugi shook. "Hikari are you sure you don't want to go back to bed?"

"Yes, I've been waiting for months to see this... it's cool!"

"It's scaring you. How can that be fun?" Yami shook his head and tucked Yugi closer, kissing his hair. "Never mind but tell me... why are these people afraid of a huge slug? Could they not just drop a large salt block on it?" Yami asked rationally.

"No cause then the movie would end... just watch."

Perplexed the Pharaoh sat and watched the movie, wondering when his hikari would go to sleep.

* * *

9:47 p.m.

Duke's breath sounded harsh in the darkness, the lamp beside the bed gave off a pale yellow light that caused his lover's hair to look almost gold. Smiling he pressed a kiss to the firm chest and sucked a nipple. A musical groan caused him to smile.

"Dukey-boy we just finished the most wonderful loving of my life, let me recover."

"Why... you're young. And so is the night." Duke leaned back and wrapped one leg around Pegasus'.

"Yes my love we are, but still there are times when I just wish to hold you and wonder..."

"Wonder about what?"

"About how lucky I am to have you... my dashing Duke."

Duke laughed. "Are you kidding? I was positive you would never notice me, I had to do everything I could to get you. Once I saw you I knew... you were supposed to be mine."

"So I was..." Pegasus held him close as Duke laid his head over Pegasus' heart. He held Duke and tried not to think of the call Kaiba had made to his office today. No matter what happened, he wouldn't lose Duke.

* * *

Seto stared at the TV. 'The Monster that devoured Canada' was playing. Mokuba was on the floor, asleep and Joey was curled up on the other side of the couch with a bowl of popcorn. Joey stared at the television, not even blinking. Moving like a lightening strike, Seto reached over and plucked the bowl out of Joey's hands.

"HEY! Seto... hand over the popcorn and ya won't be hurt." Joey smiled at the playful twinkle in Seto's eyes.

"No..." Seto leaned back and munched slowly, teasing Joey.

Joey bent over and lunged, Seto held the bowl up and away. After a few moments of struggling, Seto looked at how close Joey was and leaned in, licking Joey's lips. As Joey startled, Seto kissed him. Placing the bowl on the table behind the couch, Seto wrapped his arms around Joey, kissing and teasing.

Joey moaned and pulled away. "Wait... Seto, before we do this, I gotta know."

Seto looked at him. "I, Seto, want Joey, not Jahi. Yes they lead me to you but I am not one to be told what to do, Joseph. Now, I, Seto want to kiss and taste and touch my Joseph. Is that agreeable with said Joseph?"

"Yeah." Joey leaned in, lips opening. He kissed Seto gently tongue begging entrance. One hand cradled the back of Seto's head and the other slipped under his pajamas to caress his hip.

A soft noise, followed by a yawn caused them to break apart. Mokuba stood up and headed upstairs, calling over his shoulder, "Night, Big Brother. Night, Joey."

"Night, Mokuba."

"Good night, little brother." Seto stretched, his arms and legs straining. "Why don't we continue this... upstairs?"

Joey nodded and reached over to turn off the TV.

* * *

11:15 p.m.

Iwata walked down the hall, the heels of his shining work shoes, clicking. It echoed in the hall and as it floated down, the inmat... sorry patients, quieted. He knew how they hoped not to attract his attention. They didn't need to worry however, he was having too much fun with his little angel, his little whore. Smiling, he stopped at a plain gray stainless steel door. Sliding a small plate back, he looked in at his pretty whore. Dark blond hair against the institutional green, sliding it closed, he pulled out his large key ring finding the one that was on a green key marker, green... like his precious one's eyes. Opening the door, he walked over and sat on the bed. One hand brushed the careless dark blond hair away from the pretty face. "Wakey, wakey beautiful..."

Friday

Seferet rubbed his eyes as he took notice of the passing night. Through the skylight he could see a pregnant moon, just a sliver from full. Tomorrow he would stand at the entrance to the temple and there he would proclaim the feast to begin. Tomorrow would be the last days before the Nile swelled and gave forth their bounty. Tomorrow would be one of the holiest days of his life. And his lover, his beautiful pale sand and sea beauty would dance. He would dance in the lightest of linen, flashes of his pale skin peeking through the layers. His hair would glow with a pale golden light. He would dance a dance of thanksgiving to the life-giving water and to the glorious sun god. Seferet though of the long days Jahi practiced, the nights he would seek his bed to find his beloved so tired and sore. The muscles jumping in his arms and legs. Last night was the final night of the practice, tonight Jahi had orders to relax. And where was Seferet? Planning for tomorrow. The first time he would have to see his lover and Sef was going over the final plans for tomorrow.

Behind the distracted priest a door opened and Jahi slipped in. The small chime around his ankle barely rang as he stepped closer. The sheer linen gave a soft murmur as he knelt beside Seferet.

Beloved, it's bedtime and the bed is cold without you.

Seferet looked at his beloved and pushed from the desk. "Dance for me, beauty. There in the center, under the moonlight. Let me see you."

Jahi nodded and walked across the floor. It was made of white quarry stone. Inlaid with a mystic design of silver and lapis. A ring showing the different phases of the moon were laid with silver. A ribbon of lapis flowed in the ring, touching the bottom of each phase. Joey knelt, his bronzed skin shining like the sands in the moonlight. His hair, bleached by delicate tanning. Tufts of sheer water blue, grass green, and stone white linen were wrapped around his slim body.

Slowly moving to an inner song and rhythm in his mind, the thin belt that was wrapped about his waist chimed. Jahi danced under the moon, danced with steps that praised the earth, the cradle of life; the Nile, the seed of life; and the moon, the one that guides us all. His skin beckoned the sun with its inviting warmth. The chimes around his ankles sounded their tinkling laugh. A sweet chime that reminded one of children racing through the streets, voices ringing merrily off the buildings.

Seferet stared at Jahi's hands, the gems and rings glinting. Suddenly they stopped before him. Looking up into those gorgeous Nile green eyes he stood up, he took the hands before his face and walked over. Staring into his beloved's eyes, he danced with him. Danced as Jahi would dance with a partner tomorrow.

Soon they slowed, Seferet knelt, wrapping one arm around Jahi and placed a kiss over the tanned swell of his stomach. "I... I need you."

I am yours, I always have been, I always shall be. Jahi slid to the floor, his lips capturing his lover's. Tongues dueled and bickered, twisting about each other. With infinite care, Seferet pushed Jahi down, covering Jahi's body with his own.

I need to taste you, Jahi, my love, my soul's mate. Seferet whispered into his lover's mind. Fingers danced over Jahi's slick flesh. Sef sniffed the scented oil, Lotus flower. As the heady scent filled his nostrils, he leaned closer and ran his tongue over Jahi's sweet flesh. His fingers sought catches and let the thin slips of gossamer fall to the floor. His lips roamed and teeth bit on the tender places. His hands wrapped around Jahi's hips, tugging him upwards. With something close to pain, Seferet pulled himself from the absolute feast before him. Oil, I must have oil. I can not, must notharm you.

I know, my lord. That is why I prepared myself before I came. I need you as much as you need me. Jahi smiled, his lips turning up at corner. A harsh voice croaked out into the stillness, a voice damaged beyond repair floated throughout the room. A small flash pressed into Seferet's palm. A flask of lotus blossom oil. "Please, we need... let us give them the perfect offering. Let us give them the only thing we truly can, beloved."

Seferet opened the flask and stood up. Nimble fingers untied the gold belt. Slowly the fine linen wrap fell to the floor. Sef stared at Jahi as he poured the oil over his erection. He stared at Jahi centered in the ring and knelt. He reached out, carefully bending Jahi's leg, leaning forward. With his slick hand, he placed the tip of his cock at Jahi's entrance. Beloved.

* * *

Seferet pushed open the door. He moved Jahi gently, stroking his hair. Moving silently he laid his lover onto the bed. He laughed as Jahi nuzzled his hand. "Sleep now, precious. I'm going to get a cloth to clean us up. Seferet straightened up and turned. A flash of white light clouded his vision as he fell to the ground. A streak of sea green flashed across his sight before the dark came.

* * *

Seferet opened his eyes. The sunlight shone through the light gauze that framed the window. Getting wearily to his feet, he noticed something entangled in his fingers. A couple strands of blue green hair. Rage suffused him. Suddenly he noticed the noise in the background was the sound of people searching.

The door opened and a servant entered, "My lord Seferet, your consort has been kidnapped!"

* * *

Seto stared and turned around, staring at the priest. "And you think, he would try something similar to this... here, now?"

Seferet nodded. "Yes, already I see on your face the lo- care you have for Joey. And more so because you have never had many outlets to show your care for others. So it may be even more... effective. I am sorry to show you this but I have to prepare you. And now... it is time to wake up, Seto."

"First, tell me how to keep your boyfriend from possessing my Joey." Seto stared at him.

"You can not do anything. Joseph must keep Jahi in control. I am trying to convince Jahi that this is wrong. If you or Joseph decide to lend us you your bodies, that's something wonderful, but to take over... I do not want him to become a demon. I will fight to keep him from doing so but that is all I can do."

"I see... very well we will talk later." Seto closed his eyes.

* * *

3:23 p.m... Detention

Seto opened his eyes, rubbing them with one hand he sat up. Pulling out his phone, he pressed 2 and waited while Joey's phone rang.

"Hey Seto!"

"Joey... where are you?"

"Well we're almost at Mokuba's school."

"Ok, good. Meet me at the office in an hour?"

"Sure, gotta go."

"And Joey, be careful. This Nkosi person is still around.

"Yeah, I will be. Later, koi." Joey hung up.

Seto smirked and started his homework. Absentmindedly he rubbed his stomach as it started feeling upset.

* * *

Mokuba ran out and hugged Joey. "Hey! I got everything done, you and big brother are coming tomorrow, right?"

"YEAH! Of course we are! And you're gonna win, I know it. Ready to go? You got everything packed?" Joey grabbed Mokuba's backpack.

"Yes..." Mokuba stood for a moment looking at a small gray car that was turning wildly around the corner. Suddenly he felt himself flying through the air, strong arms wrapped around him. A strong hand held him close, he could smell Joey. Several quiet staccato sounds filled the air. As if someone were blowing several spitballs. Then a loud crack and the sound of the car tires squealing as they drove away. The arm released and Mokuba struggled out of Joey's embrace. As he moved Joey's head he felt something warm and thick flow down his hand. Shaking he pushed Joey onto his back.

"Joey! JOEY!" Blood trailed down the side of his face. Mokuba stared at the crimson trail. Someone poked their head out. Mokuba whirled around and screamed for them to call an ambulance. Somewhere a siren started up and Mokuba sat there looking at Joey and wondering how he was going to tell Seto.

* * *

Seto sighed as he left the detention room. This was the last time he'd ever serve detention. It was utterly boring! As he headed towards his car, he felt the phone vibrate. Pulling it out he flipped it open.

"Kaiba."

"Big brother..."

"Mokuba where are you?! I can barely hear you." Seto demanded.

"I'm at the hospital, I'm so sorry big brother..."

"The hospital? Are you ok?!" Seto ran towards his car, yanking the keys out of his pocket.

"Yes, but Joey... Joey... he's hurt bad, they say..."