Damien's feet pounded as he sprinted down the silent corridor. He had lost any companion a few turns back. They had run into Attila and the civil war puppet that had been running with him served as a good distraction for Damien to sneak away in the gloom. Now he was by himself and the dark was silent. The only light coming from the streetlights through the windows. But there weren't very many windows in the museum. The thick marble walls serving to keep the dark thick and gloopy.

Damien slowed to a walk. His breath coming fast in his chest. Adrenaline heightened by the lack of sight and the silence, pounded in his veins in a thrilling sensation that made him jittery. He listened, hearing distant noises and shouts but no footsteps. He was alone with his breathing. Only the worn soles of his shoes making noise on the cold floor. He guessed that he was towards the back of the museum on the second floor. Probably near the curator's office. Whatever the guy's name was again, Damien had never remembered it as the man didn't stay past dark.

He turned a corner and breathed out a sigh of relief. There, illuminated by the moon shining through a window opposite, was the door to the curator's office. He could hide out in there until three and the game was over. Barely any of the exhibits strayed back here. Damien liked it because the office had a very comfy leather sofa int he corner. He could wait there in comfort. It seemed like a solid plan.

He crept along the hallway. There were more windows here and they lit the corridor in a silvery sheen. A noise disturbed him and he froze. It was a metal crash. Distant but not overly alarming. Most probably someone running into one of the metal gates. Still, it caught Damien by surprise. He looked around. His form lit by the moon. It glistened his hair and shite shirt with a white sheen. His blue eyes seeming clear in the light. There was nothing to see but gloom and dark.

Another sound, a rustle of clothing. Damien began moving in a quick walk. His heart thudding in his ears. The slap of a shoe against the marble in the dark and he began running. The few feet to the office door seemed like a mile away. His hands had just caught around the handle when two arms reached out and caught him round the waist. Damien yelped loudly as he was pulled back off his feet and into the moonlight. The door swinging open just as his hands lost their grip.

He squeaked with adrenaline fuelled giggles as he was set down and turned around. Ahk grinned at him triumphantly. His curly hair was in disarray from the running and there was a light sheen of exhilaration to his face. Bright green eyes gazed at him, almost glowing under the moon. Damien tipped his head back with laughter as he draped his arms around the other man's frame. Ahk had borrowed a pair of brown trousers and a vest top that showed off his arms and shoulders. He was beaming at Damien triumphantly.

"Told you I'd catch you", he smirked. His grip on Damien's waist tightened as if in point.

"I was so close", Damien complained. "I had half an hour left". He poked Ahk in the shoulder. "You scared the spirit out of me".

"Sorry Darling". Ahk was chuckling, looking too proud of himself to be sorry. Damien lowered his arms to the Pharaoh's waist and smirked at him.

"How many people are left?"

"Only about five".

Damien licked his lips and blew some hair from his face. "So", he smiled. "Attila can deal with them. We have half an hour and an empty office. Do you want to waste time?"

Ahk smiled and pretended to consider it. His expression so obviously teasing that Damien rolled his eyes fondly. After two years together, he could read Ahk like a book. "Time is ours to waste". Ahk let out a bark of laughter as Damien picked him up this time. He didn't hold him up very long. Just long enough to carry him into the office before setting him down and closing the door behind them.

They giggled at each other like silly teens. The two of them pulling the other close so that they could feel the warmth of skin. Damien found himself being pushed back against the shut door. The office window was covered in blinds, blocking out any light. In the pitch blackness he could feel Ahk's hands tugging up his shirt to rest against the softness of his stomach. "Was it fun chasing me?" He whispered. They didn't need to whisper but the intimacy and the dark made him feel like it. Ahk was so close that he could feel the brush of his breath.

"It is always fun chasing you", Ahk murmured back. There was lips on his jaw and Damien arched his neck as his own hands gripped Ahk's shoulders. "Through death I'll chase you. You're my other half". There it was. That phrase 'other half'. Ahk didn't use it very often and he had always managed to dodge the subject whenever Damien sought to clarify. Ahk was keeping something from him and it made him slightly annoyed. Only slightly though, as Damien could be patient. Ahk would tell him someday. 

Damien opened his mouth to respond but his words were stolen by a fierce bruising kiss. He sighed into the touch, brain going empty. The two of them holding each other as they kissed. Desperateness turning into fierce but languid movement. Only soft noises escaping between them. A squeak at the clever use of tongue (Damien), or a moan as hands tugged in hair (Ahk). Thumbs tracing circles into his stomach as his hands gripped at curls.

"Fuck", Damien groaned as Ahk finally pulled away. He rested their heads together, both panting. They could have been kissing for minutes or hours. He had no idea. Ahk had that effect on him. Making his brain go empty of spew a mile per minute. Damien thought that he would have gotten used to it but obviously after two years, that was not the case.

Ahk breathed a long torrent of Coptic. The words sounding like a beautiful poem. Damien couldn't make out much of it but he was sure that it was a mixture of praises and swears. They always sounded so disarming on Ahk's tongue. "I adore you", Damien breathed. He pressed another soft kiss to Ahk's lips, cutting off the language. "Fucking hell Ahk. I don't think I've ever felt like this, even when I was alive. Love you".

"You are a person who should have temples built in your honour". Ahk's voice was husky. Damien leaned over and pressed his lips to the man's neck. "Should be worshiped", his voice broke off with a sigh as Damien pressed another kiss to the weak spot just under his jawline. "Not my kingdom wrapped in the jewels of the Nile could measure up to a drop of my love for you".

"You're such a bloody sweet talker", Damien huffed as he sagged and leant his head on Ahk's shoulder, face burning. He heard a small laugh as Ahk grinned. The man could definitely feel him blushing. "It is almost rude of you to bring me back to life, then be so utterly charming. How can you speak like that?" His tone was an embarrassed whine. They'd had this conversation before but Ahk always came up with new things to break Damien's guard.

"I have waited four thousand years", Ahk reminded him fondly as he rested his chin on top of his head. "I will not waste more by being unable to speak the words I mean".

"You told me that you have only been coming back to life since I first discovered you", Damien accused, although it was slightly muffled.

"My time in the afterlife was not wasted".

"Now you're just being silly. None of us remember anything about an afterlife. You know that".

"True", Ahk's tone was amused. "Even if we ignore the thousands of years before, I still waited fifty years for you. Then another four years having you there but being unable to reach you. Allow me to cherish you as much as you're worth".

Damien was silent for a moment. He still did not understand why Ahk looked at him as if he had hung the stars. This beautiful and amazing pharaoh would worship him like a god if he asked, but Damien don't want that. It was Ahk who had been worshiped in life, and after getting to know him, Damien completely understood why. The man was as the records painted, perhaps better. He was the type of man to stop tides and raise armies. He deserved to be worshiped far more than Damien. Yet the man insisted on worshiping him.

He raised his head and moved his hands down to Ahk's cheeks. Thumbs caressing the soft skin under his eyes. "I am here. You are not trapped anymore. You can touch me". Ahk moved his arms to wrap around his waist. Bare skin on bare skin as he huffed Damien closer.

Suddenly the lights all clicked on with blinding brightness. Damien made a noise of surprise and squinted as his eyes adjusted. Ahk made a grumbling noise and wrinkled his nose. "That was sudden".

"The game is over. I guess we should return to the hall", Damien muttered. He didn't really want to see others at that particular moment. He didn't want to let go of Ahk.

"I suppose we shall", Ahk sighed.

"Or", Damien smirked. "We could go back, grab my jacket then return to my tent. Have the Jackals guard the doors".

Ahk leaned over and caught him in yet another passionate kiss. "Yes. I find that plan suitably more enjoyable".

Damien laughed and untangled himself from Ahk's arms to pull open the door. He gripped the other's hand as they both stumbled out of the office. Smiles and joyful eyes only of each other. As the door clicked shut behind them, neither noticed the pile of documents on the curator's desk. The address of the Smithsonian museum labelled across them.

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No, I'm not writing a smut scene. Use your imaginations.