Chapter One:

"Hey, Yug', what's this stuff?"

Yugi glanced up from rearranging some board games to find Joey peering into the open box on the counter by the register. The box had arrived that afternoon, brought by one of his grandfather's museum colleagues. Inside were two small statues, a broken urn, a metal amulet with a frog etched into it, a mirror, and a torn piece of papyrus, already sealed in lamination by the museum's preservation technicians. The writing on the scrap of papyrus was something they couldn't translate, and they'd wanted to see if Grandpa could. He was upstairs; poring over the scrap with a magnifying glass and a high-powered light. The rest had been left under Yugi's observation while he set the shop open for business. When Yugi explained all of this, Joey peered in with interest.

"Bet Yami would know."

"Maybe. Where is he?"

"Oh, your mom grabbed him, asked him to help her hang a big picture. There wasn't anything I could do to help, so I came down here."

Meaning he'd escaped before she could ask him to do anything else. Yugi finished with the shelf and straightened up, brushing his hands. "When he comes down, we'll ask him. If Grandpa hasn't already stopped him." He walked over to the counter, opening the register to recount the money in the till.

"What do you suppose this is?" Joey asked, reaching into the box and withdrawing one of the two statuettes. He turned it over, then flushed. Yugi could see why; the statuette had a hippopotamus head, leonine legs, a crocodile's tail-and large breasts and a pregnant belly.

"Joey, maybe you shouldn't touch those," Yugi said gently, struggling not to laugh at Joey's embarrassed expression, reaching out to take it from him and put it back in the box. "And that's Tawret, the-"

"Yow!"

Yugi felt it, too, a sharp electric tingle running through his fingers. Not exactly painful, but not pleasant either. He and Joey both jerked back instinctively at the same time, and the statuette slipped from their numbed hands. It hit the top of the counter with a clatter and Yugi gasped in horror. He quickly picked it up with his other hand, turning it over, inspecting the damage.

"Is it broken?" Joey asked, rubbing his stung fingers with his other hand.

"I… No, I don't think so," Yugi said with relief.

The statuette did appear to be chipped and scratched, but he was pretty sure that damage had happened long before they'd dropped it. It was a couple millennia old. He carefully returned it to the box, shaking his other hand.

"Sorry, Yug'. Man, that was some static shock."

Yugi nodded, flexing his fingers. The tingling numbness disappeared, but it had been quite the jolt.

"Hello."

It was Yami, entering the shop from the back storeroom, where the stairs from the apartment ended. He came over and peered into the box on the counter at Joey's urging. Unlike Joey, he didn't reach in and touch the artifacts; no doubt he knew their fragility and value.

"Statues of Tawret and Hathor, an amulet of Heket, items for making offerings… I would say this came from the home of a woman who made offerings to the gods, praying for children. It may have come from Ta-nyt-netert, the central hub of Hathor's followers."

Joey grinned. Yugi knew he liked it when Yami spoke in his native tongue. Yami pronounced the old names with a fluency and a soft, natural accent Yugi couldn't hope to mimic. Even Grandpa didn't say the words like Yami did.

"That's right. There's a new city there, built by the Ptolemies, called Dandarah," Yugi said. "But the Hathor temple's been preserved. Grandpa's working on the piece of papyrus translation in his room."

"Bet you could translate it," Joey said to Yami.

"Perhaps, though the dialect might be something I'm not familiar with. I'll take a look later."

Yami couldn't, however, read the papyrus. It was from a time later than his own and the script seemed to have been melded from a mix of Egyptian hieroglyphs and Arabic naskhi. He could read only enough to determine that he'd been right; it appeared the contents of the box had been from the home of a woman unable to get pregnant and the papyrus was a prayer to Hathor to intervene. Grandpa thanked him and sealed the box back up to return to the museum. Yugi and Joey guiltily kept secret that they'd nearly broken the Tawret statute.

After dinner, Yugi left the house and drove to the Kaiba mansion on the outskirts of Domino. Yami and Joey had already left and Grandpa's colleague had come back to take the box; the pair had lapsed into a long-winded chat about modern excavation methods versus old-fashioned methods and Yugi had escaped as soon as possible.

Now he entered the code Seto had given him into the box in front of the gates and drove up the winding driveway and parked in the circular turnaround. His car was nothing fancy, especially compared to Seto's limited edition Ferraris and Lamborghinis, but the ten-year-old Mazda was cheap and reliable and Yugi was pretty proud he'd bought it himself. Joey had amused him by buying him vanity license plates that read GAMEKNG.

Yugi had a key to the mansion as well and he let himself in. He and Seto didn't live together, but Yugi was there so often that a key had been necessary. Upstairs, he found Seto in his bedroom-slash-home-office, typing away at his laptop. Seto had so many rooms that he could have easily had a separate office from his master suite, but for all his wealth and technology, Seto was a relatively uncomplicated man. So his home office setup was in his suite's sitting room.

"Hi, Seto," Yugi said cheerfully when he walked in.

Seto glanced up briefly, then went back to typing. "Hello, Yugi."

Yugi sat down sideways on the armrest of the couch facing the unlit fireplace and watched him type. After only about thirty seconds, he was fidgeting. He'd been feeling oddly energetic all evening and now that he was sitting silently in place, it was worse.

Yugi got up and walked around the desk until he was standing behind Seto's chair. Unlike the one in his office at the Kaiba Corp building, this one only came to about midway up his back. He could see Seto from the top of his head to a few inches below his shoulder blades and he found himself leaning over the backrest and wrapping his arms around Seto's neck from behind. Seto's typing paused.

"Yugi?"

Yugi breathed in the scent of Seto's cologne, felt the broadness of his shoulders and the softness of his expensive pure-cotton shirt. He tilted his head and lightly kissed Seto's ear, then started nibbling down his neck. For some reason, he'd felt very hot as soon as he'd wrapped his arms around Seto's neck. He wanted it. Now.

"Yugi, what-"

"No protests," Yugi murmured, before drawing his tongue slowly up Seto's throat. He smiled as he felt him shift.

"Yugi-"

"I want you, Seto," Yugi whispered. He leaned father over the backrest, stretching up on his toes, and grabbed Seto's crotch. The dark-haired man jumped, turning his head to say something else, but Yugi cut him off by pushing his head down with his other hand and kissing him hard. It was definitely awkward, but he didn't care, sucking on Seto's upper lip and rubbing with his right hand. He purred as he felt Seto's cock harden under his touch, caught Seto's bottom lip between his teeth, then withdrew. Sliding out from behind the chair, he walked towards the bedroom, lifting his shirt up over his head as he went and dropping it on the floor. Behind him, he could feel Seto's eyes burning into the back of his head, but he didn't look back. He entered the bedroom, opening the door only halfway before disappearing behind it and into the room.

Once in the room, Yugi stripped down to his boxers, then turned and sat down on the edge of the bed, sitting back on his hands. He didn't have long to wait as Seto came into the room, pushing the door open all the way and standing there, staring in at him. Yugi made himself stay seated, even though lust was burning through his blood. Gods, he was *horny.*

Seto's eyes traveled down his body, from the smile on his face to the tent in his boxers. He closed the door and walked over. Standing an inch from Yugi's knees, arms at his sides, he stared down at him. Blue eyes narrowed. Then Seto turned and sat down on the bed beside him.

Yugi immediately stood up and bent down, catching Seto's face between his hands and kissing him hungrily. Pushing his tongue into his mouth, he slid into his lap, straddling his thighs. Seto kissed him back, his hands running up his back, and Yugi moaned, grinding against him, pushing closer. Seto growled, reaching up to grab his biceps and push him back enough to look up into his face. But he didn't question again, just shoved Yugi off and onto the bed, rolling over on top of him. He cupped his face with one hand and kissed him again. Yugi kissed him back, reaching up to pushing Seto's shirt up. He ran his hands along his sides, feeling his hard abs beneath his fingers. He arched up into him, dragging his shirt up until Seto had to break the kiss and pull it over his arms.

Yugi sat up, pushing Seto back and down. He slid down onto his knees between Seto's thighs and reached for his belt and zipper. He freed his cock, Seto lifting up his hips to allow him to pull his pants down. Yugi bent, dragging his tongue up his erection. Seto moaned, his hips lifting up a bit. Yugi shivered, then pulled him slowly into his mouth. He stuffed one hand down his boxers, fisting himself urgently as he suckled at Seto's erection, the lust overwhelming. Seto's hands cupped his head and he moaned, the sound sending Yugi's pulse jumping.

Drawing back before either of them could cum, Yugi climbed back up onto the bed and reached over to the night stand, reaching into the drawer for the lube. His erection was throbbing painfully and he wanted nothing more than to get off. He didn't know why he was so damn hot, but he wasn't about to stop and think.

Turning around, he saw that Seto had turned around and was sitting cross-legged on the bed, facing him. Yugi crawled over, kissing him as he poured some of the lube into his hand and wrapped his fingers around Seto's cock. Seto kissed him back, tongue caressing his bottom lip and Yugi groaned, pulling back and climbing into his lap. He didn't wait for preparation, just moved into position and slid down. That hurt, but he was too wound up to care. Seto hissed, his hands going to his hips and gripping tight, holding him in place.

"Yugi."

"Don't care," Yugi groaned. He tried to move. "Please, Seto."

Seto slowly released his hips and Yugi shifted, then raised himself up before sliding back down. A groan rumbled from his throat as he was filled again, the tip rubbing his prostate. Whimpering, he moved faster, hands braced against Seto's shoulders. Seto growled and wrapped his arms around his waist, slowly moving forward to tilt Yugi down onto his back. Yugi wrapped his legs around his waist, crying out as Seto took over the thrusting, mouth sucking at one of his nipples. Yugi arched, his finger digging into Seto's shoulders, the head of his cock nudging against Seto's stomach. He reached down, grasping himself and stroking rapidly. Seto seemed to know he wasn't looking for slow and he didn't hold back, his thrusts fast and hard.

"Nngh! Seto!"

Seto lifted his head and kissed him. Yugi kissed him back, but broke away quickly, rolling his head back, his back arching again on its own. He could feel his internal muscles clenching on Seto and heard his low growl in his ear. Gritting his teeth, he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his end coming fast, the coil tightening and tightening in his belly. At last it unraveled and he screamed in pleasure he came, hard. His seed spilled against his stomach, the pulses rippling along his nerves. Seto came right after him, squeezing him tightly. They relaxed slowly, panting for breath, Seto resting his forehead against the pillow next to Yugi's ear.

"Where… did that… come from?" Seto demanded, voice muffled.

"I don't know," Yugi admitted. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes, rubbing his hand down Seto's back. It felt good having Seto's weight against him, pressing him into the mattress.

Seto harrumphed and relaxed, shifting until he was lying full out, Yugi's feet now even with his knees, his face nestled against Yugi's neck. It was a little more difficult to breath, but Yugi liked that, liked the heat and weight of him. It felt good. Really good.

"Seto…" he murmured.

"You've got to be kidding."

...

Joey sighed as he finished putting away the cold groceries in the refrigerator. He and Yami had stopped at the store on the way home from Yugi's and it had been a real pain in the ass. Joey was feeling unusually hyper and plodding along the aisles pushing a cart had nearly made him go berserk. Yami, who was almost always calm and collected, didn't seem to have noticed.

At that moment he was stretching to put a box of cereal on the shelf in the cabinet. Standing on his toes, his shirt was riding up, showing off some of his smooth back. Joey bit his lip, feeling the energy suddenly turn to lust. He stepped forward, reaching out to grab Yami's arm and turn him around, before holding both biceps and pushing him back against the counter. Yami looked up at him, startled. But he parted his lips as Joey bent down and claimed them, kissing him deeply. When he drew back, Yami opened his eyes slowly and smiled. Joey grinned back.

"Forget the rest of it. Let's go to bed."

Yami smiled and let Joey take his hand and pull him down the hall to their bedroom. Joey closed the door and grabbed Yami's hips, bending down to kiss him hungrily again, walking him backwards towards the bed. Yami crawled up onto it, the pair of them still kissing as Joey crawled up over him, pushing him down against the mattress and laying down on him. Yami wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing him back, opening his mouth to his tongue.

Joey finally drew back, then unbuckled Yami's neck belt, nipping the newly exposed skin. Yami tilted his head to bare his throat further, sighing in pleasure. Joey slid his hands down to Yami's waist belt buckle while he sucked lightly on his neck, getting his pants undone. His own were too tight, his erection throbbing, but he ignored it for the moment, cupping Yami between the thighs, feeling the heat through the fabric of his boxers. Yami moaned, hands smoothing down Joey's arms, before pulling up the hem of his shirt and gliding up his back. Joey growled, sitting up and ripping his shirt over his head, throwing it off the edge of the bed. Yami sat up, tossing his undone neck belt off the bed then pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it as well. Joey let his eyes roam down his smooth chest and taut belly and his cock throbbed even more viciously.

Yami arched his back and took his pants and boxers down to his knees, where Joey grabbed them and got them off the rest of the way, throwing them onto the floor. He rolled over and rid himself of his own, watching Yami get up and grab the lube from the bathroom. He grinned as Yami climbed into his lap, kissing him. He took the lube from him and set it to the side on the bed, running his hands down his back to cup his ass, laying down as Yami leaned against him. Yami broke the kiss and started down his neck, down his chest, but Joey found himself itching for release and he had no patience to be bottom. He sat up and grabbed Yami, rolling him roughly onto the bed and on top of him. Yami grunted, glared, but didn't protest, only shifting into a more comfortable position as Joey sat up for the lube.

Unscrewing the top and pouring some on his fingers, he slid his hand between Yami's thighs and found his entrance. Yami sighed and closed his eyes as Joey slid his fingers into him, stretching him carefully despite his almost overpowering need.

Withdrawing his fingers, he pulled Yami up and turned him around, placing him on his hands and knees. Yami looked at him over his shoulder, dark eyes half-lidded. Joey lubed up and slid in, groaning with relief. Yami moaned, spreading his legs a little more and bracing as Joey began to thrust. He held onto his hips and pounded into him, unwilling to take it slow. Yami cried out, his hands pressing against the mattress, fingers digging into the sheets, his muscles clenching on Joey deliciously.

"Oh, gods, Yami," Joey groaned, feeling his end rushing up to him.

He reached under Yami and grabbed his neglected erection, squeezing and stroking it roughly. Yami's back arched beautifully, his head tossing back in pleasure. Joey growled, leaning forward over him and kissing his ear, relieved when Yami came quickly, eagerly following suit. As he slid out of him, Yami turned and lay down on his side. Joey sighed and laid down, facing him, reaching out and grabbing one of his hands, holding it with his. Yami smiled at him sleepily. Joey leaned in and kissed him lightly, then frowned and kissed him again, harder.

Yami grunted in surprise as Joey rolled on top of him again.

...

Yugi let his breath out, flopping down onto the bed and relaxing slowly. He was exhausted, feeling boneless. Seto lay down beside him with a grunt, looking equally tired.

"Are you finally satisfied?" he grumbled.

Yugi nodded, pulling the comforter further up his chest. He was so sore, but felt great. Closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep, wondering where all that strange lust had come from. Even finally satisfied hours later, he still felt different. It was weird.