He Among Us Without Sin

He Among Us Without Sin

Mally-chan & hatochiisai

YAOI WARNING

Disclaimer: We do not own Yugioh. Hato does own Mikado and Ahmose, though.

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Chapter 40

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5 YEARS LATER

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"Bakura...” Came the soft call, and someone shaking his shoulder. "Bakura! Oh, come on, Bakura, wake up...” Came the familiar whine. Mikado sounded anxious.

Bakura blinked awake and yawned. "What is it?"

"Well, um... first of all, I want to make one thing clear." Mikado said, staring at Bakura with wide eyes. "I didn't do it."

"What did you do?" Bakura sighed rubbing his temples.

"No, no, I didn't do it!!!" Mikado exclaimed. "I swear!"

Bakura gave Mikado a look. "Alright... what DIDN'T you do?"

"It... it's Lillith. Ya know how she's been acting wierd, and then went to Rome saying that she needed to pick up some material to finish my dress for the Christmas Ball in two months?" Mikado asked.

"Yes?" Bakura answered stretching and yawning once more.

"Well... She lied." Mikado said.

"So?" Bakura said blinking. "It's not like it’s MY business what she does on her own time."

"Oh, Lillith has done crazy shit before, but this takes the cake!" Mikado exclaimed. "I think I'm rubbing off on her!!!"

Bakura gave Mikado a look. "Mikado...” He started, but then sighed and closed his mouth. "Nevermind. I don’t want to know. "

Mikado sighed. "Okay... Ya know how I ran away from the Vatican and went back a vampire?"

Bakura put a hand on Mikado's mouth. "Don’t you finish that.” He said warningly. "DO NOT tell me something like that."

Mikado moved back. "Well... Lillith ran TO the Vatican and just came back a vampire."

The following scream of annoyed anguish scared CROWS off the roof outside. "RA DAMMIT MIKADO I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL ME!” He howled.

Mikado winced. "I'M SORRY!!!! I just thought I should tell you before you saw her and found out on your own!!!" Mikado yelped, scuttling away.

Bakura rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Gods be damned... I'm NOT running an orphanage.” He grumbled. "I finally got back to my business after nurturing and training YOU how to be a vampire.” He let his head fall into his hands. "Why me? Oh gods WHY me?! I'll NEVER be rid of her giggling outside my door, and nosing through my things now!"

Mikado blinked, and smiled slightly. "Well, I'll leave you to bitch and whine and throw your little tantrum.” He said, knowing JUST how to push Bakura's buttons. "God, sometimes you're more childish than me!"

Bakura gave Mikado a look, before snatching Mikado's collar and throwing the youth across his lap and spanking him. ~I'll just take my frustration out on your ass!~ he howled before laughing softly as he spanked his childe.

Mikado yelped. Five years... Five years of living in this house with Bakura, and he still got spankings. And he still threw a fit every time. "HEY!!! STOP IT!!! GET OFF, BAKURA!!! OW!!!" Enehy began barking, running over and bouncing around the bed.

Bakura chuckled and finally stopped, now content to grope at Mikado. "Quit whining.” He chuckled and shook his head sighing. "I suppose one more vampire in this house won’t kill me...” He said groping calmly as said vampire peered in. She smiled and giggled softly behind the door.

Mikado snorted. "Yeah... and it would be just weird if the GIGGLING BEHIND THE DOOR STOPPED!!!” He shouted at Lillith.

Lilith giggled more before scuttling off. Bakura smiled and cuddled Mikado. "You're feeding her.” He said smirking. "She's your fledgling to feed, I'll teach her the skills when she's older.'

Mikado blinked. "But I didn't do it! She's not MY fledgling!!! Nikolas made her! Three nights ago, she said. He's been teaching her."

"Yeah... you're feeding her." Bakura said once more.

Mikado blinked, then snorted. "This from the guy who still feeds me half of the time." Mikado snickered, and kissed Bakura's cheek.

Bakura smiled and kissed Mikado. "Hush you.” He purred smiling when Mikado grinned. "Your adult fangs are so beautiful...” He murmured after a moment. "I never get tired of looking at them. You've grown into such a fine vampire. I'm going to have such a time at the ball with you."

Mikado rolled his eyes. "Like you do every year. I still don't know how you have managed to get me into a dress for that thing every fuckin' year. Maybe I'll just plan on wearing one every year from now on. It would certainly save me alot of energy not arguing with you over it."

Bakura smirked. "You wear a dress every year, so I'll go to Christmas mass... and because you know as soon as we step out that door and into our carriage, that I'll rip the thing off of you and ravage you right there on the floor of the carriage."

Mikado's eyes widened and he turned red and shivered, just thinking about it. "Uh... yeah... right...” He shivered again. Last Christmas Bakura had been... particularly eager...

Bakura smirked. "This year I'm bringing the satin ropes and candles...” He whispered in Mikado's ear

Mikado squeaked and squirmed. "Bakuraaaaa... no you're not!!!"

Bakura chuckled darkly. "Oh yes I am. I'm going to have so much fun unwrapping my Christmas present this year.” He hissed running a hand between Mikado's legs.

Mikado yelped and jumped, running across the room, giggling. "Cut it out!!!"

Bakura chuckled as well smiling. "Run while you can... come Christmas ball, you're MINE.” He cooed.

Mikado grinned. "Hornball."

"And you're not?" Bakura countered.

Mikado stuck out his tongue and rasberried at his sire. "Aren't you gonna go scold Lillith?"

Bakura sighed and shook his head. "It wouldn't exactly change things.” He said chuckling. "Besides... I'm sure she knows...” He looked at the door and rolled his eyes. "From eavesdropping that I'm not that mad."

Mikado snorted and gave Bakura a look. "They why'd you yell at me?!"

"Because you told me when I said not to!" Bakura said flopping back into bed. "I did NOT want to hear about Lillith doing something stupid."

Mikado smiled. "Oh, come on.” He said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I've done worse."

"And I didn't want to hear about those either. You're going to stress me to baldness."

Mikado laughed. "Yeah... but hey, at least I wasn't the one who turned your hair white...” He said, tugging a lock of said hair.

Bakura raised an eyebrow. "I was born that way.” He snorted. "Have you gotten anymore surprise letters from Greg?"

Mikado blinked. "As a matter of fact, yes. He came by right before Lillith came home.” He said. "Ahmose will be facing his final test."

Bakura grinned. "Oh that's good. He'll finally get home hmm?" he finally climbed from the bed. "The poor guy's been away from Yami what? 5 years or so?"

Mikado nodded. "Yes.” He said simply. Bakura stopped. He knew that tone. Mikado had something on his mind.

Bakura frowned. “Are you alright?"

Mikado nodded, then took a deep breath. "I've been doing some thinking lately. A lot of thinking.” He said. Bakura vaguely recalled how Mikado had taken to going out for long solitary rides on Geist recently.

"What of?" Bakura said dressing and walking over to Mikado. "Is there something we should talk about?"

Mikado sighed and nodded, then looked Bakura square in the eye. "I have decided to return to the Vatican and take up my duties as an Agent.” He said firmly, knowing very well that Bakura (who was still VERY protective of him) would not approve of this decision. Not at all.

Bakura frowned. "Mikado... I don’t want you to do that.” He said looking upset. "It's a dangerous job, and I almost lost you once because of it." he suddenly hugged Mikado tightly. "I don’t want to lose you in the name of God."

Mikado sighed and smiled. "I'm getting soft lounging around here all the time. And... I miss my duties. I told you that I was just taking a... a sabbatical. You knew I would go back one day. It's been five years, Bakura. And now I'm ready to go back."

Bakura sighed and hugged Mikado once more. "You know I won’t stop you... but I am not happy with this."

Mikado smiled and kissed Bakura's cheek. "I would be glad to have you on any missions I am sent out to complete.” He said. "It's time I return to active duty, Bakura. I'm ready to do it. All the other Second Class Journeymen will be Third or Second Class Masters by now."

Bakura nodded and smiled. "Alright Mikado... but I still disapprove."

Mikado grinned. "And since when have I ever gone out of my way just for your approval?” He asked in a teasing manner, heading for the door. "By the way... you've gone soft."

Bakura snorted. "Only for you.” He grumbled giving Mikado a look.

Mikado grinned. "No, not just for me.” He giggled. "The kids have started referring to you as Uncle Bakura.” He said, speaking of the children of the servants in Bakura's house. "And honestly... the others have started to as well...”

Bakura growled. "You trying to piss me off Mikado?” He warned.

Mikado smirked. "Maybe... But it's true."

Bakura growled. "Unless you want me to rain my wrath down over the servants to end THAT little rumor, you'll hush." he grumbled. He hated being called soft.

Mikado snickered. "Yes, Uncle Bakura.” He said, heading for the door again. Bakura whirled, but so did Mikado. "Actually... there is something else."

"What?" Bakura growled, annoyed.

"Edward. Little Edward." Mikado said, speaking of the child of one of the servants. "Bakura. I think you should send him away to be educated. He's very bright. Only nine and he reads and writes better than some of the adult servants. He's brilliant, Bakura. And he's already read every book in the library. You're wealthy, and you can pay for his education. It would be a crime to let his mind dull in this place. I want to take him to Rome and find him a patron to take him in and teach him."

Bakura sighed. "Mikado, if I do that, then how is it fair to the other children? I cant give one such a gift, and not others."

Mikado cocked his head. "Why not hire a live in tutor to come here then? The servants all love it here with you, they do... but if we got them a tutor, they would have so many more options. Edward could be a scholar. And honestly, William Jr. would probably make a good lawyer." Mikado snorted, rolling his eyes. William Jr. was stubborn and argued like a pro.

"I'll consider it." Bakura snorted. "now get out of my room.” He grumbled. "Soft...” He growled. Grouchy now.

Mikado snickered and couldn't help but taunt him a bit more. "Yes. Soft and squishy.” He giggled. "Especially your ass."

Bakura hissed at Mikado and tossed a book at him, the youth laughing and fleeing, his phantom hound at his heels.

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Marik pounded away with the hammer, driving the nail into the roof he was perched on. A week ago, a horrible storm had come up and torn the roof off of the small church. Normally, the church was divided into two, by the small rail that divided the congregation area from the altar. The people of the village were responsible for the maintanence and upkeep of the congregation area, while the priests were responsible for the area behind the railing. But the entire roof was gone, and everyone was pitching in and treating it as one job to be done by all. He turned.

"I need more shingles and nails, I'm almost out.” He called down to the people on the ground.

"Me too!" Called another man working on the roof. There were a dozen young men up there, sweating as they worked. But it was fall, and there was a nice cool breeze blowing for them.

While he waited for more supplies, Marik sighed and looked around. It was a beautiful day. The morning had been cool and crisp, and the afternoon was perfect. The people were preparing for the harvest. Marik had been hard at work over the last few weeks, hunting and preparing meat, drying and salting it for the winter months. But the harvest would be good this year. No one would go hungry this winter.

He was surprised at how the people of Ryou's village just... accepted him. And how they accepted Ryou, once he confessed to being a werewolf. But then again, they had all known him all his life, and they loved and trusted him. And thanks to the encouragement of the people in the village, Ryou dropped his promise to never leave the church, and could often be seen outside, working with Marik in the church's vegetable patch.

Speaking of which, the young priest was doing just that while watching the children of the village. The half elf was walking along the vegetable patch, a line of happy children following him, some tugging his furry tail and helping him water the vegetables.

Ryou was a wonder with children, with the patience of a saint. It was quite different than Marik had expected, since Ryou's reaction to elves had been so fierce. But over the years Ryou had had time to reconcile with himself and the elves. Although he still was far from elvish culture, he was courteous to them now. But even though the hate was dying... he still visited his mother's grave every day.

The grave was just behind the church, surrounded by a beautiful flower garden in the warmer months.

"Here." A man said climbing up a ladder and handing Marik the nails and a large box of shingles as he'd requested.

Marik grinned. "Thanks.” He said, placing the next chingle in place and beginning to nail it there. Suddenly, a cry went up. Eveyrone turned as a man came running from the woods, shouting and waving his arms. A moment later, several horses came into view, and Marik grinned. "Malik!” He put down his hammer and leapt to the ground. A party of Elves entered the village. Starting two years ago, they had been coming twice a year, partially to slowly bring Ryou into his elven heritage, and to improve Human-Elf relations. They had a cart behind them, filled with fresh fruit, a gift they had brought several times, and that all of the village looked forward to.

Ryou blinked when all the children squealed in glee and ran to meet the elves. He shook his head and went back to watering the vegetables, knowing that the elves would entertain the children eagerly.

Malik grinned. "Marik hey!” He called waving. "How are you and your love puppy doing?” He chuckled.

Marik rolled his eyes. "Good greif, don't call him that.” He snorted. "Arrogant elf." But he was grinning. "How have you been? Have you heard that Ahmose will be facing his final test soon?"

Malik nodded. "Of course.” He said pointing to his ears. "The wind carries news from anywhere that's anywhere.” He hugged Marik and patted his back. "So how'd YOU hear about it? Been in touch with Mikado?"

Marik nodded. "Of course. We get a message from him every now and then, and he gets messages from Greg."

"I guess Ryou still cant hear the wind or nature." Malik said shaking his head. "He has a lot of hurt inside him... even if he's gotten over the hate."

Marik nodded. "It's big enough that we've got him going outside now. And his Elven blood is coming through for him in the garden. It produces more food than he and the other priests can eat." Marik chuckled.

Malik laughed softly. "Which is a wonder in itself since he cant hear nature to know what it wants or needs.” He said smirking. "He'll be a grand elf one day... when he finally comes around."

Marik smiled. "Give him time. He's coming around. Slowly.” He chuckled, watching as several elves followed a few farmers to take a look at something killing the wheat in one of the fields (fortunately only the one field had been infected so far). Another elf was laughing and heading towards Ryou, a giggling child slung over each shoulder, and one hanging on his chest, the boy's arms around the elf's neck. the other children were crowding around, also trying to climb their way up onto the elf's back. A second elf came running to the aid of his companion before he was buried in children. Both child-covered elves greeted Ryou with amused smiles, delighting in the playful children.

Ryou blinked when he saw the elves being buried with children. He offered them a smile and shook his head. "Children stop ambushing the elves.” He called.

The kids all giggled and scurried away from the elves, now engaging in a game of tag.

"They are delightful." One of the elves said, smoothing his long chestnut hair after the children had gotten hold of him. "So rambunctious. They exude so much innocence and enthusiasm... quite different from our own children.” He said, then looked over Ryou's garden. "Impressive. I don't think we could have grown anything better. You have quite a green thumb. Even for someone who has elven blood."

Ryou blushed lightly and looked at his vegetable patch. "Thank you...” He cooed softly. “I try."

"And succeed." Said the other elf, nodding. He looked around. "Your entire village is beautiful. It is obvious that your presence influences this. Even if we did not know you, we would know that someone of elven blood lived here."

Ryou laughed slightly at that. "Only recently have I ever left this church. Surely you're stretching the truth on that comment.” He said smiling.

Both elves smiled. "Absolutely not." Said the brunette. "Let me ask you... was the village ever this... alive when you kept yourself holed up in this church? Or did it come to life when you began to move about the village?"

Ryou blinked. "Well... I stayed inside. I have no clue.” He giggled.

The elves both blinked, then laughed. The chestnut haired elf looked at his companion. "I do beleive he's got you on that one, Feanaro."

"Oh hush." The other said looking amused. "You weren't expecting him to say that either. Sharp witted little thing he is."

Ryou blinked flicking his furry ears (which he'd grown accustomed to wearing while the children were out, because they loved the fuzzy ears and tail.) and tilted his head to the side.

"How are your friend's doing?" Feanaro asked. "Malik has told us that Ahmose is to face his final test soon. But what of his younger brother and the vampire? They are well?"

Ryou nodded. "Yes... Mikado wrote saying he was going to go back to the Vatican... but he hadn't told Bakura yet.” He said smiling. "It will be good to see him doing the thing he loves once more. Though I will miss his visits... With all his spare time gone, he wont visit Marik and me as often!"

The elves both nodded.

"He is a great warrior, he just doesn't realize it. He belongs with the Vatican." Feanor said.

"How has Malik been?" Ryou asked after a moment before letting out a sharp yelp and turning. One of the youngest children was tugging his tail and had startled him. "Goodness...”

The elves chuckled. "Malik is well. He will probably leave us for a few years again. He does that. Stay at home a few years, gets bored and leaves... then comes back a few years later...”

"Oh...” Ryou raised an eyebrow. "I could never live like that... I like my home here... among things familiar."

"Malik is restless." The elf said with a shrug as his chestnut haired companion went to play with the children.

Ryou wiggled his tail for the small child who was tugging it to play. "We weren't expecting a visit." he said after a moment. "Your village is quite a travel from ours... special occasion?"

Feanaro smiled. "We come every spring and fall. Have you not noticed our pattern?"

Ryou blinked thoughtfully. "I suppose not.” He said sheepishly. "I'm not very observant of the seasons"

"Really?" The elf asked, looking surprised.

Ryou nodded. "I only keep track of which day is the sabbath.” He giggled. "That's the only times that I need to know."

The elf smiled. "Ah, well... to each his own I suppose. Come. Help us unload the fruit. This year has been especially bountiful."

Ryou nodded and turned to the small child tugging his tail. "Alright you.” He cooed picking the child up. "Lets get you playing with the others." The child squealed in delight and began tugging Ryou's ears until he was placed near the other children. Once he was down, it was dogpile on the elf, just like the other children had been doing.

Marik wagged his tail as Ryou walked over, holding two crates of fruit. "Hi honey.” He said with a goofy grin.

Ryou blushed darkly. "Marik...” He said shaking his head. He was still shy of too much public flirtation... but he smiled and nuzzled his lover as he passed.

Marik grinned. He had learned that Ryou didn't want to flaunt their relationship when he built them a little house near the church and tacked up a sign over it that said 'Wolves' Love Den'. Needless to say, that sign came down quick, and Marik didn't get any for nearly three weeks.

Ryou hefted up a crate of fruit and began carrying it to the storerooms in the church. Every year the church storeroom was filled with food, just incase of emergency. It was never much. Infact, if such an emergency ever occurred the village would JUST survive from it. Usually the stores were used on the last leg of winter as a celebration of upcoming spring.

The elves, back from the fields after skillfully curing the disease in the wheat began to help.

After the storeroom had it's share, they began carrying the crates to the small houses. There was enough for all the villagers to have a crate. Some children runing behind to snatch a fruit once the crate touched their doorstep.

Ryou giggled once they were finished and nuzzled Marik once more, watching another child sneak a fruit and skitter off. "It's a nice day."

"Yes it is. Enjoy it. Winter will be here before we know it." Marik said, watching the villagers and elves mill about and talk.

Ryou nodded and sighed. "I hate the cold weather... We should go out soon, and make sure we have enough wood chopped...” He smiled and snuck Marik a kiss before inching away with a giggle. "And you have a roof to repair don’t you?"

Marik blinked then smiled and nodded. "Yeah...” He said, kissing Ryou's cheek and heading for the church, making his way back up onto the roof and getting back to work, smiling when Malik joined him.

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Mikado sighed as he went up to the attic. He looked around, then headed over to a trunk in the corner, opening it. He stared at the contents, then removed them, and began to strip off his clothing.

Bakura looked up from his book when Mikado called his name, gently... hesitantly. Mikado stood in the doorway staring at him, in his full Agent uniform, hair braided tightly.

"You know I hate it when you braid your hair...” Bakura mumbled after a moment, looking mournful. "It's bad enough I have to share you with the church again...” He looked down. "I suppose you're moving back to that church too...”

Mikado smiled. "Not really.” He said. "I'll return home between my missions. And I will be in contact with you before, during and after each one. I promise."

Bakura sighed once more. "Do what you must... I'll always be here.” He said looking back to his books and papers.

Mikado sighed. "Will you not come with me?"

"I've told you before Mikado... that church is no place for me. And they've made it clear quite blatantly that I'm not exactly welcomed.” He offered a smile. "But I will wait here, eager for your return."

Mikado drooped a bit, but nodded. "As you wish.” He said softly, bowing slightly before turning and leaving the room, heading to the stable. Geist had been prepared, so Mikado mounted up and headed down the road for the Vatican, Enehy trotting beside Geist. He paused for a moment before turning and looking back at the house... at the window in the library.

The window was lit... and a shadow cast. Bakura was watching him leave.

~I love you.~ Mikado called to him, softly.

~Be careful...~ Bakura whispered back. ~I love you too.~

Mikado smiled. ~Damn. I miss you already.~ He said, turning Geist and disappearing into the woods. ~I expect to have a very... heh... warm reception upon my homecoming... ~

~Of course.~ Bakura said a smile in his tone. ~Don’t forget that we have the Christmas ball. If you miss it I'll never forgive you. I look forward to it.~

~I would never miss it, Bakura. Even if I do have to wear a damn dress again. Oh, and apparently Lillith has it in her head that I'm wearing red this year instead of blue or green. That okay with you? If not, take it up with her.~

~It's fine. It's just going to be peeled off of you afterward.~ Bakura laughed.

~I expect you to be peeling something off of me before Christmas rolls around. I'll let you know the moment I get a mission.~ Mikado said.

~Alright.~ Bakura said turning from the window and back to his work.

Mikado arrived at the Vatican an hour before sunrise. Of course, the Agents were already up and about, and Recruits had gathered at the stables for a lesson when Mikado walked in, leading Geist and Enehy.

The young recruits all looked up and the stable hands hurried forward. "Mikado!" one said eagerly. A former rank-mate who'd ranked up. "Good to see you!"

Mikado smiled. "Hello. It's been a long time.” He said.

The ranger nodded. "Are you finally coming back to us?" He asked hopefully. "We've all been hoping you would... we missed you."

Mikado nodded. "I'm ready to return to active duty. I'm on my way to see the Council now.” He chuckled. "Bakura isn't too happy about it."

"I don’t imagine so. You're in luck… Solomon's here today." the ranger said. "He's been visiting the council less and less... in his age." the ranger sighed. "It happens to everyone though. He's retiring soon."

Mikado nodded. "Understandable. I heard Nikolas was made Slayer Councilman?"

"Indeed he was" the ranger said smiling. "We also finally managed to move the… the crystal.” He said somberly. "They're being kept in the dungeon armory, it's been made into a shrine to respect them and remember."

Mikado looked down with a sigh, and nodded. "I'll be sure to... visit them.” He said with a sad smile. "See ya...” And he turned and headed into the Agent HQ and headed up to the council chamber. He took a deep breath, and knocked.

The door was opened for him and Solomon smiled from his seat. "Mikado! I thought I might not see the day when you came back, while I was still in council.” He said smiling. "Are you finally back with us?"

Mikado smiled and walked over to the table and bowed respectfully. "Yessir, I am. If I am welcome."

"You are more than welcome." Solomon said smiling. "You can pick up your rank knots and get a new dorm as soon as you like."

Mikado smiled. "Thank you, sir.” He said with a nod, then turned and left, heading down to the supply room.

He was surprised to find that inside, sat a small box with his name on it, his old rank knots sitting within. They had kept it just for him.

Mikado smiled, feeling very welcome, and tied his red and silver ranking knots, then went down to visit Dartz, Pegasus, Seto and Otogi...

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Ahmose was dozing quietly under a tree, Abana by his side. He had turned the entire surrounding area into a lush, green oasis. Needless to say, Azazel had been very shocked and confused the first time he had come to check on Ahmose and saw it.

Azazel appeared before the dozing youth. "Sleeping with one eye open I hope.” He said smirking.

Ahmose slowly grinned. "No, not with one eye open. But I could sense you coming fifteen minutes ago. You have a very distinct aura.” He opened his eyes and looked at Azazel. "Of course, when no one ELSE comes out here but your lackeys...”

The demon smirked. "Well at least I know for certain those elementalists taught you something.” He said flicking his tail. "When and if you return to the palace, you'll be permitted to pick an elemental to pact with, if you so choose to enhance your magic further in that one area.” He said calmly. "But that is for then. I'm pleased with your progress... slow as it's been."

Ahmose snorted and rolled his eyes. "Uh, hello? Human! This stuff doesn't come as naturally to me as it does you.” He said, stretching and finally standing.

Azazel snorted. "What do excuses get you?"

Ahmose smirked. "Amusement in this God forsaken place?"

"Close enough." Azazel chuckled. "So you sound ready to leave. Are you ready for your final test?"

Ahmose looked Azazel up and down, then smirked. "Bring it."

Azazel nodded. "Here are the terms for your test then. It's all or nothing. You fail, and you spend another year out here.” He said calmly. "We will fight, No bars held.” He flicked his tail. "Fight dirty, this isn't a match of honor, this is a test of just what you're capable of. The first to draw blood wins. There is only one rule. Do not kill. I'm sure neither of us wants to have an unfriendly visit from Greg."

Ahmose smiled and nodded. "Plus, if one of us died, either Yami or his mother would blow their top and put the survivor through hell...”

"Exactly, and as much as I love Nephile and her son I'm not about to stand for 800 years of bitching.” He snorted. "Even I'm not that big of a glutton for pain."

Ahmose nodded, and removed his tunic and shirt. "Then let's get this started."

The demon took up his fighting position and nodded. The fight began.

Ahmose easily dodged the first strike, as well as the second, leaping back and away from the massive demon who was well over twice his size. He yelped and rolled aside when a spiked tail nearly caught him across the chest. He rolled into a kneeling position, hand on the grass, and the ground at Azazel's feet broke apart and shot upwards, sending him flying.

The demon growled and flipped in mid air, catching himself nimbly (which was surprising for such a MASSIVE demon) and rushed Ahmose swinging a hand as though he were going to claw him. But at the last second he withdrew the hand, the other having cast an ice spell and shards were flying while Ahmose had been distracted by the claws.

Ahmose's eyes widened and he flung a hand up, an arc of black fire forming a shield before him and melting the ice shards on contact. Ahmose pulled his fist back, clutching his wrist as it burned with the black flame, then charged. He dove suddenly, rolled between Azazel's legs, then stood and whirled, slamming his burning fist into the demon's back. The black fire amplified the punch and sent Azazel sprawling on the ground, but Ahmose yelped as the demon's tail swept his legs right out from under him. Ahmose turned his fall into a flip and landed, crouching.

Azazel was up in an instant tail lashing as he smirked at Ahmose. This human was pretty good... Nephile would be proud... assuming he drew blood. He growled and uttered a spell, the ground cracking and giving way beneath Ahmose.

Along the side, Abana barked a cheer for her master, sitting obediantly and watching.

Ahmose yelped as he fell, snagging the edge of the hole at the last second and staring up at Azazel. He blinked, then scowled, and his eyes flashed gold. Ahmose leapt up out of the hole, and Azazel suddenly found a large black and gold tiger flying at him with a challenging roar, teeth and claws bared.

Azazel ducked quickly, catching the tiger by it's tail and slinging it against the tree Ahmose had been resting against. "You'll have to be much better... feeling tired yet?"

The tiger moaned, slowly getting to his feet, then charged Azazel again, leaping at him once more. But suddenly, at the last second, the tiger changed into a tiny black squirrel, and landed smack in the middle of the startled demon's face. Ahmose quickly scrambled over his head and down his shirt.

Azazel yelped and began suddenly laughing. He was ticklish!

Ahmose scrambled around, running down the man's sleeve and popping out on his hand, and then... BITE!!!

Azazel, still chuckling plucked Ahmose off by the tail and wiping his eyes. "If but for the entertainment alone I should let you go back.” He said putting the squirrel down. "But you did win, a decidedly strange win, but a win.” He chuckled flicking his tail and looking at the drops of blood oozing out of the bite. "Let’s take you to the prince before you miss his birthday."

The squirrel chittered, twitching his own tail, then ignited into flames. When they burned away, Ahmose was standing there again, staring at Azazel with a look of distaste. "That was disgusting... Your hand is filthy!"

"Of course it is." Azazel said chuckling. "Just be glad you don’t know what WITH."

Ahmose's eyes widened, before he closed them and shuddered. "Oh God... I'm going to die.” He muttered, turning and walking over to the tree, collecting his shirt and tunic and pulling them on again, fastening his belt around his waist. He whistled sharply, and Nakhti came trotting around the shack, tossing his head and tail.

Azazel smirked. "Put your pooch on that thing too, I'm teleporting you, because you'll need time to have a proper bath and change into new clothes...” He said calmly.

Ahmose blinked and looked down at himself. "I guess I do need new things. But...” He walked into the shack and returned a moment later with a blanket. He unwrapped it and out came the Cloak of Shadows and the sphynx hide boots. "I think these would be appropriate."

"Of course. They look near new." The demon chuckled. "Treasuring Atemu's little gifts?"

Ahmose flushed a bit, and nodded. "Yes.” He said softly, putting the package on Nakhti's back, along with his weapons, laying a hand on the horse's neck and the other on Abana's head. "I'm ready."

Azazel nodded and trotted over calmly touching Ahmose's back. The world flashed once more, and they were outside the palace. The entire courtyard was bustling with activity. Demons were gathering of all persuasions to celebrate their prince's birthday. Tables were set up, some piled high with gifts, others with foods... and of course the obligatory fucking elves, humans, and... apparently nymphs and neriads.

Ahmose's eyes widened and he looked around. "What's going on?” He asked Azazel.

"Atemu's birthday." Azazel said once more. "It's today."

Ahmose blinked and looked up. "It is?” He asked. "Is that why you chose today to bring me back?"

Azazel nodded. "He's been sour with his mother ever since you left, and trying to sneak out to see you." he smiled. "Something tells me you will likely be his favorite guest, and most treasured gift."

Ahmose snorted. "And when do I get... inspected by the old Battle Axe, huh?” He asked, not knowing that said Battle Axe had just walked up behind him.

She snorted. "Battle axe? Have some respect for your elders." she said looking him over. "You're filthy, you stink of the wasteland, and...” she raised an eyebrow. "I suppose you're suitable now...”

Ahmose jumped and turned. "Oh. Sooner than I thought apparently.” He said, not even bothering to apologize.

She flicked her tail before shouting in demon. Two twin succubi servants rushed forward and blinked listening to the queen. They bowed and each took one of Ahmose's hands and began dragging him away to be bathed.

Ahmose blinked, and his eyes glowed slightly, his precious package of Yami's gifts to him flying after them. Nakhti neighed and started to follow.

Once they reached the palace doors the maids giggled. "Your horse... can’t come in." one said smiling. "The stables are that way." the other said pointing.

Ahmose blinked and looked back. "Oh. Nakhti. That way. Go on." The horse snorted, and after pausing, turned and headed towards the stables. "Go with him, Abana."

The dog barked and trotted off behind the horse. The girls hurried Ahmose inside and to the bathing chambers. "So you're the famous chosen of Atemu?" one giggled pouring some oils into the water to help Ahmose smell sweet. "He'll be thrilled."

"I'm sure he will." Ahmose said in his... business voice. He removed his belt, tunic, shirt and boots, but then looked at the succubi.

They blinked at him. "Oh that's right!" one gasped. "Humans have privacy issues." she giggled. The other blinked before giggling as well.

"Alright, we'll leave." she cooed carrying the tools for bathing over to Ahmose. "When you are finished please put on the clothes laid out for you." She said pointing to a rack holding new clothes for Ahmose.

Ahmose looked at the clothes, then nodded to the girls, and once they left, he slung off the pants and slid into the bath, sighing and closing his eyes. He hadn't had a decent bath in five years. Oh, sure, he bathed, but he hadn't soaked in a hot tub since back at the Vatican. The Vatican... he would have to make contact with his brother as soon as possible. He missed him dearly. Almost as much as he missed Yami... Finally, he bathed himself thoroughly and toweled himself dry (he used magic to dry his hair) and inspected the clothes set out for him.

They were quite fancy, though it was undeterminable if it was just for the occasion or not. But, keeping in mind his favorite colors of purple and gold, the pants were long and silken, black, and there was a gold sash for him to wear at his waist. The shirt was purple, with a gold collar and decorative symbols in demon writing in gold and black.

Ahmose cocked his head, wondering what they meant. But he dressed himself in the clothes, forsaking the provided boots and cape for his purple boots and cloak. He tucked his BlackFyre Kris into the gold belt that hung lower on his hips than the sash, and gently ran his fingers over the pendant that rested on his chest before walking out of the bathing chambers and looking around.

The maids met him outside and smiled broadly. "Ohhh you ARE handsome when you clean up." they said in unison. One smiled and rushed off, the other bowed to Ahmose. "There's only one thing missing." The other returned and opened a small box for Ahmose. Within was a circlet bearing the royal family's crest. "This." they both said in unison once more. "You don’t have to wear it all the time," one giggled. "But today's a fancy day, so it's kind of a given that you be at least half as fancy as Prince Atemu."

Ahmose blinked and picked the thing up and looked it over, then nodded and put it on, before looking at the girls again.

"Perfect!" They chirped. "Come with us." they giggled to each other talking about how sexy Ahmose was as they walked, their tails swishing in their glee as they lead Ahmose to the servant's door to the courtyard. "We were told to let you out from the side, rather than the front." one said softly.

"Because Atemu's likely to pitch a scene, and Nephile didn't want him running over tables, or what have you." The other nodded.

"He's over there." they both pointed.

Yami was done up as well, looking rather irritated, but he gave a kind smile to anyone who approached him and graciously accepted any gift. He was wearing a long red and gold robe, over black pants and a white tunic. He wore a head piece, which bore the family crest and his wings were decked with decorative guards. He looked quite the gleaming jewel.

"He hates dressing up."

"I can imagine." Ahmose said in a cold emotionless voice. "Though sometimes it was hard just to get him dressed, period." Ahmose was, honestly, scared to death. It had been five years... Had Yami changed? He knew that he himself had changed, especially physically. He was an inch or two taller, and more lean and toned than before… His heart was pounding, but he forced himself forwards, moving among the tables and to the receiving line. After all... he was to be proper with Prince Atemu... especially in public. And how proper would it be to just cut in front of everyone and tackle the prince? Not proper at all...

He was getting a lot of looks as he stood in the line. Hoping to avoid attracting more attention (as his aura alone already screamed 'HUMAN') he pulled up his hood, hiding himself deep within the Cloak of Shadows. Unfortunately, he was not IN any shadows, so he didn't fade away, but he was still much more... inconspicuous this way. He closed his eyes, entering a shallow meditative state, trying to calm himself.

The line moved slowly for Ahmose, especially since he was receiving so many odd looks. But he was slowly working his way to the front.

Yami was sitting on his cushion (This line was far too long to stand through, it was likely at least half his kingdom!) But he always met each with a warm smile and accepted any gift most politely. Even as he reached the demon in front of Ahmose, who, of COURSE, decided to be chatty.

Ahmose snorted. The demon who had been announcing everyone to the prince leaned over. "Your title, sir?” He asked.

"Don't bother." Ahmose said with a dismissive flick of his fingers. "He won't need you to tell him who I am.” He narrowed his eyes and fixed them on the chatty demon, reaching out with his new mental abilities. He pressured the demon's mind slightly, making him uncomfortable and feeling a bit claustrophobic. The demon hastily excused himself, saying that he was feeling off suddenly, and hurried away, confused. Yami sighed, rolling his eyes slightly. Ahmose snorted a bit. Same ol' Yami... The announcer blinked.

"Uhh... um...” He looked back and forth between Ahmose and the prince, who was now looking at them to see why the next guest had not been announced. Ahmose took a deep breath and walked towards Yami, pulling back his hood. No more hiding. This was the one person here he DIDN'T want to hide from. Hands shaking, he reached Yami, who looked... well... completely stunned. Ahmose stared at him for a moment, feeling hundreds of eyes on him (especially the eyes of Yami's mother and her chosen). Then, he knelt on one knee, bowing his head in acknowledgement of Yami's position, as well as his own as bodyguard and Chosen. He crossed his right hand across his chest and laid it over his heart in fist.

Yami blinked, looking Ahmose over for a moment, tail flicking. His crimson eyes widened, and then he grinned broadly. "AHMOSE!” He gasped loudly, throwing himself at the kneeling human and hugging him tightly. There was absolute silence as all the demons in the line stared as well, shocked. "Oh gods... I missed you.” He breathed clinging to his lover, tears breaching his eyes. "I thought for sure mother had gotten rid of you.” He shook his head, wrapping his decorated wings around his lover as well. "I missed you... I almost didn't recognize you... your aura is so much different!” He cooed tail flicking slightly. A genuine smile finally graced his lips and he stood, taking Ahmose's hands. "Come sit with me?” He cooed softly. "I insist.” He gave a servant a look, and the boy ran off only to return with a second pillow for Ahmose to perch on, next to Yami.

Ahmose stood, but shook his head. "I will stand, Prince Atemu.” He said, still wearing his stone faced expression and using his stern business voice. Instead of sitting beside the prince, he moved behind Yami's seat and slightly to the right and turned, standing straight and tall, folding his arms over his chest, cold eyes sweeping the crowd.

Yami blinked and flicked his tail but smiled. "Well the seat is there if you get tired.” He cooed taking his seat once more. His mood was brightened as the celebration continued. Even into the late evening when Yami was beginning to tire, his tail sneakily coiled around his lover's leg, since Ahmose refused to sit.

Yami turned and smiled up at Ahmose as the last presents came, and the night's feast began. The music was loud and pleasing, and there was food for all. "Come sit and eat." Yami said softly. "It will be difficult to eat properly standing like that." Yami offered. "Besides your feet must be aching, standing like that so long." Yami patted the pillow next to him. "Please?"

"You would be surprised at how long I can stand." Ahmose said. "But I could use a drink." And he sat beside Yami.

Yami grinned brightly and nodded. "Anything for you.” He purred raising his hands and clapping loudly. A servant rushed forward, their food already prepared for them, another carrying goblets and wine. Yami grinned. "I missed you.” He cooed softly once the servants left. "If I'd have known you were coming, I would have had the servants make something non-alcoholic for you... but this should be ok... it's really low liquor... the dark elves get drunk rather easily...”

Ahmose snorted. Yami had never seen him drunk, and Ahmose planned to keep it that way. He had only been drunk once in his life... and again, planned to keep it that way. He didn't need to go through THAT again... the embarassment alone was enough... He sipped the wine calmly, eyes constantly scanning the place. The queen and her chosen made their way to the head table to begin the banquet.

Nephile smiled and raised her glass. "To another fulfilling year of Atemu's life, and to the bright future he will surely bring to our grand kingdom!" she said loudly. The entire courtyard filled with cheers and the clinking of goblets. "Let our celebratory feast begin!"

Then came the nude elves, nymphs, humans, and even sprites. Yami blinked and gave Ahmose a worried look.

Ahmose didn't bat an eye. He sat completely still, seemingly staring off into space. Even when they began to crawl onto the tables and do their thing, Ahmose did not seem to notice the, uh... meal.

Yami grinned brightly and his tail coiled around Ahmose's waist comfortingly. He was pretty sure he knew what Ahmose was doing... he was finding his 'happy place'.

"It's easier if you eat from your plate... then you're eating and hardly noticing.” He cooed taking a bite of his meal and looking over the 'show'.

"Hnm." Ahmose said, blinking himself out of what Mally-chan had dubbed his 'happy place' and picked up the wine goblet. He was hungry, yes... but despite his outward appearance, he was NOT thrilled, and his stomach was clenching and twisting in his... discomfort with the situation.

Yami gave Ahmose a tender look, his tail gently coiled around his lover's waist. "Ahmose... don’t look at their bodies...” He said softly. "Look at what we are all seeing... look at their auras.” He turned crimson eyes from the nude and 'busy' elves. "Surely Azazel's training has taught you to see them as well as sense them... Aren't they beautiful?"

Ahmose looked at Yami and blinked, then put the goblet down and closed his eyes, reaching out with his mind's eye to see physically what he could not.

What met his senses, was beautiful glowing auras, entwined and seemingly dancing. Hues of blue, purple red green orange... even colors he'd never “seen” before. The auras were flaring and glimmering like a light show, and next to him, glowing brightly with joy, was Yami's aura, red and gold and brilliant.

"That's what we see... when we look at that." Yami said softly wrapping a wing around Ahmose in a brief hug. "Your human eyes hide it from you."

Ahmose nodded in understanding, opening his eyes and looking at Yami. He longed more than anything to hold him, but this was neither the time nor the place. Especially with how so many were watching him, curious, as this was the first time anyone had seen Yami with his... infamous chosen. And then there was the queen, who kept looking at him as if waiting for him to fuck up somehow.

Yami sighed longingly, wanting the same thing as Ahmose. He looked at his lover. "... Ahmose?” He asked softly.

Ahmose turned and looked at Yami.

Yami offered a sheepish smile. "... can you be my dinner tonight?” He asked smiling slightly, his voice nearly silent.

Ahmose's eyes widened as he stared at Yami, and to Yami's delight, Ahmose finally blushed.

Yami's grin broadened. "Beautiful...” He whispered grinning and looking over the distracted crowd. "C'mon.” He whispered taking Ahmose's hand.

Ahmose tightened his grip on Yami's hand. "No. Not now. I really don't want to give your mother reason to bitch at me less than a day after I get back. Be patient. We've waited five years, we can wait a bit longer."

Yami pouted. "But I wannnnaaaa…” He whined softly. "It's my party, and I can ditch if I wanna.” He offered Ahmose a sly grin. "And mom can’t say a thing, because you're a birthday present, and I'm perfectly entitled to play with you all I want!"

Ahmose finally let a small smile through. "Be patient.” He said again, squeezing Yami's hand as Azazel and Nephile turned to look at them, frowning slightly.

Yami gave his mother a look and stuck out his tongue at her immaturely.

Nephile huffed and wrinkled her nose and turned away. But she smiled at Azazel. "At least you taught that human some manners and proper behavior... usually Atemu would have ditched the party by now."

Azazel chuckled. "He's a good human... human, but still a decent chosen."

Yami flicked his tail irritably. "S'not fair... now my lover's my babysitter too. They brainwashed you."

Ahmose snorted at that and pulled Yami back into his chair. Then, to his surprise, Ahmose's voice whispered into his mind. ~I have... had a long time to think. And I have come to a decision. If you wish it, I will go through your... ceremony, marking me as your chosen.~

Yami blinked and stared at Ahmose shocked for a moment. "Do... you really mean that?” He asked, his heart fluttering. "You're not just saying that to get my hopes up are you? You... you'd really?"

Ahmose took in a deep breath, and let it out again, then turned and looked at Yami. "I would never do that. I mean it."

Yami grinned broadly and tackled Ahmose into a hug. "I've never been so happy in my life Ahmose...” He breathed wrapping his wings around him. "Everyone will be so thrilled... and finally mom can stop complaining...” He buried his face in Ahmose's hair, tail curling with content. "And I won’t ever have to worry about some other something hitting on MY Ahmose...” He purred. There was a long pause, before Yami chuckled. "... you smell sexy."

Ahmose snorted again, then tapped Yami on the shoulder, as his mother was frowning. After the banquet, Yami told his mother, who was overjoyed. Unfortunately, she decided that Yami was not to bed Ahmose until the ceremony, and they were to never be alone together until then. Yami threw a FIT at that, a complete tantrum, but Ahmose accepted this silently, and eventually, cursing under his breath, Yami submitted to his mother's decision as well. And a month later, Yami and Ahmose found themselves only an hour away from the ceremony.

Ahmose sighed, looking back over the last month. Originally, Yami had been a bit… upset and dismayed at Ahmose’s new personality… After the banquet, he had actually accused his mother of brainwashing Ahmose and stealing his soul. As they were alone, just Ahmose, Yami, Nephile and Azazel, Ahmose was able to relax and drop the formalities. He burst out laughing, startling the three demons. Yami was very relieved when the Ahmose he had fallen in love with finally showed his face, and it was explained to the demon prince that he would have to live with the two sides of his chosen; the one that was proper and formal as his newly appointed body guard when in public, and the true Ahmose, who would come out to play when they were behind closed doors, within the walls of the palace. Yami didn’t argue with this, and admitted in his Yami fashion that the cold and deadly formal Ahmose was ‘fuckin sexy’.

When planning began for the ceremony, Nephile had announced that Ahmose’s friends and family should be invited. Ahmose and Yami put a stop to THAT idea as fast as they could. But of course, Nephile had to know why, and Ahmose found himself explaining not only to his lover’s MOTHER, but to the entire court, the human’s attitude towards sex, and the social taboos on it. It is an act done between husband and wife to procreate. You did not have sex other than for this reason, and it stayed in the bedroom. You never spoke of sex. Oh, and God forbid anything other than the Missionary position was used. Oral sex? Forget it. Homosexual sex? Not unless you wanted to be burned at the stake. Have sex with someone other than your spouse? Not in this lifetime.

The court had been so stunned at Ahmose’s educational speech, the next thing Ahmose and Yami knew, pamphlets were being distributed throughout the demon realm explaining what a big deal this ceremony was for Ahmose and Yami both. It said that the humans believed sex was a mortal sin that was not to be done unless it was to conceive a child and anyone who diverted from this was a social outcast sent to live in leper colonies or something, if they weren’t put to death that is. Oh, how GREAT the prince’s Chosen must be to go through with this ceremony that could very well make him the target of the hatred of all of humanity! He will be sacrificing everything for the sake of his prince’s happiness!!!

Ahmose laughed himself silly when he saw the pamphlet over dinner one night, spewing his wine all over Azazel and Nephile, and laughing until he fell out of his chair, tears streaming down his face and his stomach and ribs hurting from it all. Yami wasn’t much better (his wine had come out of his nose). Ahmose had to face it… the past month had been hysterical. He had taken a few pamphlets and sent them to Mikado and Bakura, Ryou and Marik, and Malik.

Mikado had pretty much the same reaction that Ahmose did upon reading the thing, and it took Bakura ten minutes to get the boy to calm down and stop laughing. Then Mikado had the AUDACITY to take the pamphlet to the Vatican and show the High Council. Some of them couldn’t get past their horror that Ahmose was going to go through with the ceremony, but some of them found the pamphlet just as funny, and Solomon decided that some… sex education was in order for everyone, demons and humans alike. Marik HOWLED at the thing, and Ryou just thought it was ludicrous. Malik found the thing so funny, he made a trip out to see Marik and Ryou just so they could all laugh at it together.

Of course, Mikado wrote Ahmose a long letter, giving him all the details about everyone’s reaction to the letter, and Yami and Ahmose got a good laugh out of that, too. But the day was finally here now. Ahmose turned and looked at Yami, and smiled.

Yami was looking at the balcony they would be performing the ritual on, the curtains the only thing separating them from his people, who were heard outside. He peered out the curtain. "Mother's silly pamphlets really... drew a crowd...” He said shaking his head and looking back at Ahmose. "You... you can still back out you know. I won’t be upset. Mom really blew this out of proportion.”

Ahmose sighed, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. He was silent for a moment, then snorted and smirked. "Somehow, I have a feeling that if I back out now I'll be out in the middle of nowhere for another five years."

Yami chuckled and trotted back to Ahmose, nuzzling him. "You're not just doing this because you have to, are you?” He asked after a moment. "I don’t want to do this... if it isn't something you want to do... for us."

Ahmose looked at Yami. "It's worth it.” He said with a weak smile. "Even if I AM scared to death. You know... there's a reason I didn't have breakfast or lunch. Or dinner last night...” He frowned and cocked his head. "Or... breakfast and lunch yesterday, either... Hm. What do you know? Oh well.” He shrugged. "Anyway...”

"You're practically a saint among the people now, thanks to mom's little pamphlet." Yami laughed. "You're more popular than Uldrich, my great grandmother's chosen.” He said proudly. "And between you and me... WAY sexier."

Ahmose flushed. "Um... I guess that's all a good thing...” He mumbled, wishing heartily that pamphlets talking about how much of a big deal it was that he was going through with this had never been made... it drew in the biggest crowd that had ever attended the Ceremony of the Chosen.

Yami chuckled softly. "I can’t decide if everyone's here to wish us well... or to see you damning yourself according to human belief.” He pulled Ahmose into a hug, his tail coiling around his lover. "Do... you want me to tell you a little about... well what you're jumping into?"

Ahmose gulped. "I dunno... that might make me freak out and refuse... perhaps it would be best to just... spring it on me...” He said, giving Yami a weak smile. "I'll be a lot less likely to back down once we're out in plain sight and things have begun."

Yami laughed. "You wouldn't back down.” He cooed giving Ahmose comforting nuzzles. "I know you... you'd go through with it, then pout."

Ahmose closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around Yami and hugging him. His hands were sweaty and shaking, and he was a bit pale. "... I love you."

Yami kissed Ahmose and wrapped comforting wings around his lover. "I love you too... you sure you don’t want to get any alcohol in your system? Dull your senses a bit?"

Ahmose blinked. "Actually... a drink might help...”

Yami nodded and nuzzled his lover, pulling away and walking to the door. He began talking in demon, and not more than three minutes later he returned with a pint of liquor. "Ahmose... I uh... suggest you take SMALL sips.” He warned. "Mom ordered dwarvish brew... and well… it's REALLY strong. I can’t even drink one pint without getting drunk, and I've got a decent tolerance.” He offered Ahmose the cup. "Just drink what you think you'll need... it hits hard and fast."

Ahmose eyed the thing suspiciously, then took a cautious sip.

The taste of alcohol was present, but it wasn't overpowering. It actually had a spiced rum taste to it, that was really rather delicious. But Yami had been honest, the second it was down his throat (which didn't suffer burning, surprisingly) he felt the liquor hit him.

As Nephile and Azazel came in, Ahmose made a face and swayed a bit, almost loosing his balance and toppling over. "Woooo...”

Azazel chuckled at the sight of Ahmose. "Pre-ceremony jitters?” He said flicking his tail and looking amused. "It's not the end of the world."

Ahmose blinked rapidly. "Tell that to the world... it's spinning...” He snorted.

Yami let out a slight giggle, covering his mouth quickly. "I TOLD you it'd hit hard."

Nephile rolled her eyes. "Humans...” she grumbled. "You have the most pathetic tolerance to alcohol." Azazel laughed and patted Ahmose's head.

"Ahh, he's still a youth... perhaps in a few years he'll develop some tolerance... he'll be living with Atemu."

Ahmose grumbled. "I... have a very low... tolerance for alcohol. Even for a human. A... VERY low... tolerance...” He set the cup down. One sip had been more than enough. He was starting to sweat.

Yami grinned. "Even drunk...” He cooed looking love struck.

"Oh gods." Nephile said slapping her own forehead. "Atemu of all the times to wax romanticism, NOW is not the time."

Ahmose gave Yami a look, raising an eyebrow. "Sometimes I wonder about you...” He said.

Azazel laughed. "Why do you think he needs a body guard SO badly?” He said smirking. "He's the most gentle prince we've had in well over three thousand years."

Ahmose snorted. "Or the most insane.” He mumbled under his breath, but of course the keen demon ears heard it.

"For picking a human as a chosen." Nephile snorted in response to Ahmose's comment.

Ahmose smirked. "Heh."

Yami sighed. "Mom do you have to keep saying that? I LOVE Ahmose.” He gave her an irritated look. "And I don’t think there's another person in the world more capable of protecting me."

Azazel snorted. "If you don’t count the two times you 'died'."

Ahmose raised his glowing eyes and fixed the most... frighteningly cold glare Yami had EVER seen on Azazel. The purple stone around his neck pulsed.

Nephile snorted and Azazel smirked. "But you've been trained... so perhaps you can prevent any FURTHER death.” He said flicking his tail. "There's no reason why you shouldn't be able to. You're the best in the kingdom."

Ahmose's glare neither wavered, nor changed. In fact, Yami could SWEAR he heard Ahmose growling slightly. There certainly seemed to be a bit of a... breeze in the room that hadn't been there before...

Yami sighed and shook his head. "Ahmose is stressed enough mom, please stop antagonizing him.” He said softly and walked over to Ahmose nuzzling him. "Calm down...” He whispered.

Ahmose held his glare firm for a few more moments, then lightly closed his eyes and relaxed. The breeze died down. After a moment, he took a deep breath. "How much longer?"

Nephile nodded. "Ten minutes." She said after a moment. "We came in here to give you both well wishes." she said turning to the door. Azazel smirked at Ahmose. "You'll be fine.” He said as he left. "It's just a pledge of love."

Ahmose raised an eyebrow. "Yeah...” He snorted. "With a performance right out of the bloody Kama Sutra...”

"Don’t tease with ideas you're not gonna fulfill." Yami whined softly.

Ahmose turned and looked at Yami, then chuckled despite his nerves.

Yami sighed and shook his head. "Tease.” He cooed and cuddled Ahmose, once again the pair were alone. "Less nervous? Need any more to drink?" he said looking at the pint of dwarven brew.

"Only if you want me to fall over in front of everyone when the world starts spinning again." Ahmose said, grinning.

Yami chuckled and nodded. "Well... alright.” He flicked his tail, and the remaining time he spent cuddling and comforting his lover. He perked slightly, eyes turning to the curtain. "It's time." he said softly. "C'mon."

Ahmose immediately grew tense and started shaking again. "... Okay.” He said quietly, and stood, drawing his cloak closer around himself.

Yami gave Ahmose a look. "Why are you doing that? It's just gonna come off.” He snickered slightly.

Ahmose's eyes widened, and then closed as he whined. "Please don't remind me...” He wailed.

Yami sighed and shook his head, taking Ahmose's hand and leading him out onto the balcony. They were met with loud cheers from the massive crowd, gathered to witness this ceremony. The evening sky was alight with fairies that were flitting about calmly, and beautiful glowing orbs which floated without destination.

Yami grinned and gave Ahmose a look. "Everyone's here...”

Ahmose turned and gave Yami a look. "How many times today must I say these words to you? Don't remind me!” He hissed, trying to keep calm and not have a complete panic attack where he stood.

Yami snickered. "They're all staring.” He teased flicking his tail before turning and giving Ahmose a very passionate kiss, tail curling around his waist and slipping into his pants. It'd been five years and a month. He wanted his fuck now, thank you very much.

Ahmose's eyes widened, then narrowed. "I suddenly have the very compelling urge to BITE you...” He hissed. "And possibly remove some flesh with that bite.” He clarified so Yami wouldn't make a lewd comment.

Yami snickered and stuck out his tongue. "They're not staring at you. If anything they're staring at your aura.” He cooed amused. "And at me, I AM the prince. Not EVERYONE in my kingdom is as big a pervert as me you know, some of the demons here are decent."

Ahmose snorted, then suddenly realized that in his freaked out defensive mode, he had masked and contained his aura. And that wouldn't do. Not here, not now. Not for this. After a few therapeutic deep breathes, he forced his body to relax, and released his aura for all to see, deep purple swirling with gold, and crackling with power and magic that was quite new and unknown to the demonic audience.

There were loud 'Oooh's and 'ahhh's from the gasping crowd.

Yami grinned. "Now there's my beautiful Ahmose...” He purred, tail gently groping Ahmose (Ahmose had yet to take said sneaky tail from his pants.) "And I think the 'audience' approves as well."

Said audience watched in complete silence, their eyes fixed on the auras of their prince, and his amazing lover. Occasionally the sound of pamphlet pages being flipped were heard as the demons looked over the history of human feelings over sex.

Yami kissed Ahmose once more, slowly curling his tail around Ahmose's length, coaxing him to arousal. "Remember our first time?” He whispered in Ahmose's ear, nibbling along his jawline. "I feel like I get to enjoy your virginity all over again...” He whispered. "And I'm just as excited this time, as I was that time... never say no ever again...”

That's when Ahmose felt it. A very distinct warmth enveloping him. Yami's aura was mingling against his own, he could feel his lover in the very air around him, comforting him, loving him and supporting him.

Ahmose moaned, but then broke the kiss. "Wait...” He breathed.

Yami whined softly. "Whyyy? Isn't five years long enough?"

Ahmose smiled, running fingertips down Yami’s face. "I'm going through with YOUR people's tradition... I think you can accept a tradition among my people.” He said, reaching into his robes. When he opened his hand a little golden ring sat in his palm, a single blood red stone glittering in the band, flanked by six small black diamonds, three on each side.

Yami blinked and tilted his head to the side. "Huh? Since when did sex involve jewelery?” He lifting his tail from it's workings to slip into the ring and bring it closer so he could look it over. "Pretty...”

Ahmose smiled. "It's an ancient tradition among humans. Remember in the village a long time ago? You went to spy on the man and woman? He asked her to marry him and gave her a necklace and she was crying? You returned to me buzzing with questions. Do you remember that?"

Yami nodded slowly. "um... you're not expecting me to burst into tears are you?” He looked over his shoulder. "Because that is NOT happening in front of the entire kingdom. That would make me look REALLY bad."

Ahmose chuckled. "No. Female human's tend to get very emotional.” He said, taking the ring and Yami's left hand, sliding it onto his finger. "I expect you to wear it as a sign to humanity that you belong to someone. Humans will exchange gifts, usually rings, as a sign of their commitment to one another…" Many females in the crowd began talking amongst themselves. They liked THIS idea!

Within moments, any mated MALE demons were groaning. Great... now they had to give their ladies rings too.

Yami snickered. "Look what you started.” He teased, looking over the ring on his finger. "hmm...”

Ahmose chuckled, glancing at the crowds. "They'll live.” He said.

Yami grinned and nuzzled Ahmose. "I like it.” He said after a moment. "It's pretty, and it's from you, so I'll keep it."

Ahmose smirked. "Nice to know...” He drawled.

Yami's tail curled back around Ahmose's waist, and found its way back into his pants. "Can we go nooow?” He pouted.

Ahmose squeaked a bit, and his eyes widened slightly. "Ummm... might as well... before I think of another stalling tactic...”

Yami snorted and glared slightly. "So help me Ahmose if you make me wait another minute I'll bite your dick off.” He growled.

Ahmose raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want this time to be the last?” He asked.

"I'll be just pissed enough to do it if I don’t get any RIGHT now." Yami huffed sliding a hand up Ahmose's shirt and pinching his nipples harshly.

Ahmose winced, gasping sharply, before moaning and bowing his head, nuzzling his face into Yami's hair. "... Do it."

Yami growled lightly, removing his hands and placing them on Ahmose's shirt. He dragged his claws down the cloth, shredding it, effectively removing it from Ahmose's body. He dipped down to bite and nip at the flesh (and nipples) found there, while his claws worked lower, shredding the top of Ahmose's pants. Thank goodness he told his lover not to wear overly nice clothes (or the presents he'd given him.)

Trying to forget about the crowd (he was NO fan of exhibitionism, especially when he was part of the exhibition) Ahmose unlatched his Cloak of Shadows and removed it, tossing it aside before Yami could start tearing THAT up too.

Yami grinned, and kissed his way up to Ahmose's lips tail once again working on Ahmose's length. The new (and familiar) aura of his lover enveloped Ahmose once more, and he could have sworn he could hear Yami snickering in his ear, despite their lips being quite busy.

Ahmose moaned and shivered, thanks to Yami's naughty tail, curling his arms around the demon prince. 'What are you laughing at?' He asked in his mind. The crackling energy in his aura began to subside as he became less and less agitated.

Yami slipped his tongue into Ahmose's mouth, teasing him and exploring his lover's mouth. The twinkle in his eyes gave away his amusement. That's when Ahmose heard it again, the soft snickering of his lover. Yami's hands trailed over Ahmose's hips, removing his pants as well, tossing them aside. A warm hand took over for his tail, which trailed slowly lower before beginning to tease Ahmose's entrance.

Ahmose closed his eyes, panting softly and moaning, color rising in his cheeks. Yami smirked in amusement, feeling Ahmose's hands on his body. They were sweaty and shaking. In fact, within moments, his whole body was shaking.

Yami pulled away from the kiss and gave Ahmose a tender look. "Calm down..." he whispered. His tail slipped into Ahmose and began gently stroking his lover's prostate. Yami's free hand was focused on unbuttoning and removing his own clothes.

"AH!" Ahmose yelped, jerking and throwing his head back. His knees almost buckled and his aura spiked for a moment as a shiver ran through his frame. "Yami... God...”

Yami smirked and nodded slightly, pressing lightly against Ahmose, causing his lover to stumble back until he toppled over onto an already prepared cushioned pedestal. Yami groaned, tossing his shirt away, now having time for his pants while Ahmose was enjoying a good tail-molesting.

By this time, Ahmose HAD forgotten about the crowd. He stared straight up into the sky, squirming. The stimulation was almost too much for the poor thing who hadn't had any in five years.

Yami smirked once his pants were dealt with, and removed his tail calmly, hand already back pumping Ahmose soooo slowly. "Mine...” He cooed lovingly, before moving between Ahmose's legs, positioning himself. With a predatory growl, he thrust into him suddenly, expertly striking Ahmose's prostate just as he always had.

Ahmoe's aura spiked and flared again as he yelped, almost engulfing Yami's aura. He groaned, shifting slightly under Yami with a slight grimace on his face at the sharp pain of the rough penetration. "Nnnnh... warn a guy, huh?"

Yami snickered and dipped down to kiss Ahmose. "You'll survive.” He cooed lovingly. His tail was lashing eagerly as he remained poised for a moment, allowing Ahmose time to adjust. All the while Ahmose could hear cooes, purrs and snickers in his ears.

He twitched. "Are... you doing that? What is that?"

Yami grinned and his hands trailed up to pinch Ahmose's nipples once more. "It's a bond forming between us.” He whispered. "During this ceremony... our auras merge."

Ahmose blinked, looking at Yami. "That's why I can... hear you?” He asked. "Can... you hear me?"

Yami snickered. "Yes.” He said flicking his tail. "Now do you mind? I'm working here." he said pulling away and thrusting, striking Ahmose's prostate again. "You're interrupting ART."

Ahmose yelped again and his body spasmed at the surprise assault, and his aura spiked and flared again. Nephile raised her eyebrows and looked at Azazel.

"He just learned to develop his aura over the past few years...” He said with a shrug. "Now he has to learn to contain and control it. Besides... it makes Atemu look good that his Chosen is reacting so violently."

She shook her head but let out a rare giggle. "Atemu tries his best." she said flicking her tail and wrapping an arm around her lover. "He's a good boy... childish and inexperienced yet, but a good boy." she said proudly. She didn't show many her kinder side. Fact was, she was proud of her beautiful son and believed deeply that he would be the one to finally bring peace between humans and demons. But for now she had to be a strict militarian mother, to keep her LAZY good for nothing son's nose to the grindstone, instead of his mouth between Ahmose's legs.

Ahmose's aura was no longer spiking now, Yami had ignited it into a steady blaze of raw energy and emotion that was entwining itself with Yami's vibrant red aura. Tendrils of the lover's energy curled around one another in an erotic dance of its own as Ahmose's aura flowed freely and unchecked.

Yami let out a soft moan, feeling Ahmose's aura curling around his own, his lover's whispers in his ears. He closed his eyes and began a steady pace, slow at first but with increasing speed. Ahmose too could hear faint whispers from Yami, but the most prominent of all was three words.

'I love you.'

But by this point, the whispers Yami heard from Ahmose were just moans of pleasure, as even cohesive thought became an impossibility. The human craned his neck back, baring his throat as he gripped Yami's upper arms hard enough to bruise, and curled one of his legs around the demon's hips, groaning loudly between his harsh pants.

Yami moaned and stooped, trailing kisses over Ahmose's jaw line and neck, nuzzling him, hand speeding it's pumping. He groaned in pleasure as he worked. FINALLY sex. He had craved this for over five years, and it was almost too hard to keep himself from ignoring Ahmose's pleasure in favor of his own, but he kept himself in check, determined to bring Ahmose to a release to remember.

Slowly, Yami's aura began to flare up around that of his human lover, capturing Ahmose's wild energy and overpowering it, almost as if Yami's aura were expressing its dominance over Ahmose's aura, taming it. Ahmose writhed in physical and spiritual pleasure, lifting his hips to bring Yami deeper within his body. The demon hung low over Ahmose, head bowed. Ahmose turned his head to the side, trailing his tongue over Yami's neck before biting down on his shoulder, not breaking the skin, but more to relieve some of his own overwhelming passion and frustration as his body quivered in its desire to reach completion

Yami gasped and moaned loudly, tail lashing behind him as he returned the favor on Ahmose's neck, his small fangs just barely breaking the skin, before his tongue trailed over the small wounds apologetically.

Nephile smirked. "Ohh... he got a biter." She said flicking her tail. "I knew that spunky human was a biter, I just knew it."

Azazel laughed at that. "I thought you didn't like that spunky human.” He teased, grinning when Ahmose placed his lips by Yami's ear and gasped "Harder!" Azazel looked down at Nephile.

"He's a warrior. And a powerful one at that, especially for a human. He is a formidable child. Hard to beleive he's only twenty five years old. Atemu was still in diapers and taking bottles and waking up crying in the middle of the night at that age." Azazel pointed out. "But this human, for all his strength and power, wants Atemu to be the strong one in bed and dominate him... a puzzle, that one...”

Nephile hid a smile behind her hand. "Atemu isn't a submissive type in bed. You remember the scenes he pitched when anyone tried to teach him submission? He refused adamantly." she said shaking her head. "He's always been very apprehensive about being dominated...”

Yami's tail once more took over on Ahmose's length, both free hands traveling to his lover's hips so he could thrust harder. The thrusts were erratic, wild and powerful as Yami's aura flared up with pleasure.

Ahmose gasped and cried out at each and every thrust, digging his nails into Yami's shoulders and dragging them around his wings and down his back, leaving angry red welts in their wake until Yami seized his wrists and slammed them down by Ahmose's head, pinning him. Likewise, his aura seemed to be pinning Ahmose's.

"Heh...” Azazel chuckled. "I think its time we gave them BOTH lessons in bondage. They would love that...”

Yami bared his teeth and growled loudly as he worked. Ahmose could hear him clearly now... their auras as one, though Yami's was the dominating force in this instance. 'release... ' it whispered. 'you're mine.'

Ahmose grit his teeth and let out a strained whine as he felt the muscles in his thighs and abdomen tightening, a heat gathering in the pit of his stomach. He turned his head, seizing Yami's lips with his own and groaning as Yami's tongue forcefully invaded his mouth and entwined with his. His breathing had become shallow and erratic, and a moment later, he threw his head back with a scream, entire body convulsing violently as he reached his release. His aura exploded in an uncontrollable seething mass, crackling and burning in the intensity of his orgasm, but Yami's aura flared and clung to it, not about to relinquish its hold.

Their auras seemed to be battling one another for control, Ahmose's trying to escape and Yami's trying to keep it contained. Tendrils of red lashed out around the swirling mass of purple and gold, caging it. Ahmose's aura seemed to struggle wildly, but once Yami's tightened its hold, Ahmose's aura submitted, its strength spent, and the victory gave Yami the final push to send him over the edge.

As soon as Ahmose's aura submitted, Yami moaned loudly, and his body went rigid as his release was met harshly and he filled Ahmose with his pent up 'frustrations'. At this same time, a flash blinded the two lovers, as white-hot pain filled their arms, their auras spilling over each other and burning into the flesh of their shoulders, marking them with what was to become Yami’s personal crest, an eye.

Then, Yami collapsed onto Ahmose and they lay still, spent. Ahmose gasped for breath, his entire body still trembling, and his mind still enshrouded in a pleasureful fog. He was exhausted.

The crowd suddenly erupted in joyful cheering and clapping. The ceremony was complete! Even Nephile and Azazel were clapping as Yami slowly groaned and pushed himself off of Ahmose, helping his lover up as two servants hurried forward joyfully, offering them both robes to cover themselves with.

Yami nuzzled Ahmose lovingly and helped him walk inside and towards the baths. "Congratulations Ahmose... you just got fucked in front of a live audience, and lived.” He snickered.

"Nnnmm...” Ahmose moaned, stumbling. His aura's aggressive struggle with Yami's had left him completely drained and ready to collapse and sleep for a month. When he remembered the party and feasting that was supposed to come later on that evening, he nearly groaned aloud.

Yami nuzzled him again, reaching the bathing chambers and helping him into the water. Maids eagerly rushed forward and began giving them both therapeutic massages, while others poured revitalizing salts, oils and herbs into the waters.

Yami curled his tail around Ahmose's waist, his aura whispering sweet nothings in his lover's ears. "You're marked.” He said after a moment. "Sorry if it still hurts...”

Ahmose blinked several times, trying to clear his head, then shivered. "My... entire body is... tingling...” He breathed, his exhaustion evident in his voice.

Yami nodded and yawned. "Well after our bath we can have a nap... the feast doesn't begin for a few hours...” He cooed. "So relax… you're minutes away from a comfortable bed."

"Hmmmm...” Ahmose hummed in approval, his head falling to Yami's shoulder, his face still flushed and sweaty. He wrapped an arm around Yami's waist, holding him.

Yami allowed his lover to lean on him until the servants had finished bathing them. Once finished, he urged Ahmose to stand, and walked with him back to his bedroom, and closed the door behind them. He pulled the wet robes from their bodies and helped Ahmose into his nest-bed.

A maid scurried in and dimmed the lighting, disappearing as quickly as she'd come and Yami smiled. "Good night Ahmose...” He purred, wrapping his wings around his sleepy lover.

But Ahmose didn't answer. He was already asleep.

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Cast the First Stone