I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, but I do own this idea. And I would prefer to think of my writings as small tributes to the glory of what we all know as Yu-Gi-Oh! I mean, Kazuki Takahashi deserves it after all. He's such a nice guy.

Anyways, I would love it if you, my reader, could review this. I want to be an author some day and this is a lovely way for me to work out all my kinks. Perhaps I can continue to write Yu-Gi-Oh! Fanfictions forever even along with my natural story ideas… That would make me sooo happy.

P.S.- Sorry, reader, I am in a very out of this world state. But I do hope you enjoy this piece and I will be extremely happy for the read and review.

He was selfish. And he knew it too. He trailed aimlessly, restlessly back and forth, back and forth. His white cape dragged along the floor of his bedroom whispering softly in the quiet breeze. Where was he? Seth sighed softly to add to the quiet harmony of the chill, Egyptian night and he approached the window. He sat on the ledge and stared out at the many stars littering the sky. So much comfort he found in those tiny stars unafraid to be themselves, unafraid of any sin they could commit— safely out of reach from the world's bitter judgment. Drawing the cape around himself, he began humming a tune from his childhood and rocking himself in time with the wordless song.

"Hm. That's a lovely, little piece," came the long-awaited voice oozing with a darkness that always managed to pull Seth in. The words breathed on his neck and twisted his hair slightly as a mouth gently kissed his throat. Seth moaned under the pleasurable sensation and tilted his neck slightly to the side.

Seth slowly turned around in the loose, careful grasp, one that Seth felt was ever fleeting. He threw himself against the man before him and hugged him tightly. The bare chest of the darker man against his lightly dusted one soothed him immensely. Bakura's darker, sun-kissed skin always filled his body with a beautiful warmth. A fire that roared deep inside Seth always came to life when he felt that sensation. And this one spark was all Seth ever wanted in his life. He had never gone off searching for it, but that didn't mean he didn't NEED it. That he didn't WANT it.

"Easy, Seth," and a chuckle reverberated in Seth's heart. "Any tighter and you'll be the death of me." Yes, this was all Seth wanted in life. All he could dream of was answered in this one little moment in time. He had no idea what he had done to deserve this, no idea who he had to thank for this, but he always thanked those stars, the ones he had been praying on the night Bakura and his lips had first touched.

Sometimes he wished he could be open about this strange, yet glorious relation. But he knew that as it was there were so many sins involved in being infatuated with this one man. So Seth had no choice but to content himself with being greedy, except that wasn't why he felt himself such. Every evening he went through the same motions to change into his looser, exposed outfit just for that one fire. That one fire that Seth had promised he would never share with anyone that he would keep to himself. It was his after all. And perhaps this was Bakura's influence. Perhaps that dark, tantalizing voice that enraptured him did this. But Seth doubted it. That fire had awakened something inside him— a something that made him finally feel alive in his frozen world.