Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Cries of the Undead ❯ Chapter 9

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Yuugi's face felt rather warm, he cracked open one eye then quickly shut it when his pupil contracted to a pinpoint. He moaned softly and tried to turn and face the other way, but found he was being held rather tightly in place. Amethyst eyes blinked repeatedly, a losing battle when one was being bombarded by the sun's late morning rays, but he managed to crane his neck around and smile softly when he saw Ryou had his pale arm draped around Yuugi's thin waist.

 

“Ryou…Ryou…” Yuugi whispered softly and rocked the other's shoulders, he really didn't want to wake Ryou; the porcelain like hikari was a heavenly sight. Silvery hair splayed across the pillow, framing his petit face and glowing with the sun's gentle kiss, flawless flesh silky, creamy, and beautiful. “Wow…he looks just like-”

 

“An angel?”

 

Yuugi jumped and nearly fell out of the fluffy bed, heart thundering in his chest, he looked to the door. “B-Bakura…I didn't hear you come in…”

 

The dark scoffed at the comment, “Do you think The King of Thieves would make a sound if he did not wish to be detected?”

 

The diminutive teen stared wide-eyed as Bakura continued to watch his hikari from the door. “No, I guess not…” Yuugi shook his head, face going a bright crimson when he noticed the yami had no clothes on, and really didn't seem to notice himself.

 

Bakura sighed, not in exasperation like he usually did when speaking to Yuugi, no, he sighed almost sadly then looked the smaller in the eye. “Yuugi…” he stopped and then his dark eyes darted to the sleeping hikari once more. “Never mind…” the dark crept over to the bed and sat, the shift in weight causing Ryou to wrinkle his nose then snuggle more against Yuugi.

 

Bakura's eyes betrayed him, for it was through those deep brown windows to the soul that Yuugi caught a glimpse of hurt and sorrow. “Bakura!? Please, what's wrong?” the dark glanced at the frantic hikari, snorting indifferently as he pried Ryou's arms away from Yuugi's waist, the pale light whimpering in his sleep.

 

“It doesn't matter, just forget it…” the powerful arms slid beneath his hikari's form, eyes narrowing when he lifted Ryou up and noticed the boy was completely nude, as well as Yuugi who was staring and blushing madly. “ And I suggest, that unless you'd like me to mount your starfish head on the living room wall, that you stop drooling and blink.” Bakura hissed, cold eyes fixed on the tricolor boy.

 

Yuugi blushed and absentmindedly swiped at his mouth, grinning cutely at the dark “Sorry…”

 

The yami took a firmer hold of Ryou as he rolled his eyes “Is that the international hikari `I know I'm in trouble, but you know you can't yell at me when I'm cute' look? I swear Ryou uses it every time I'm about to yell at him for finishing the last of the ice cream.” Yuugi giggled and crawled about on the bed so he now sat in the middle, smiling and blinking innocently in question. The dark sighed and faced the other way “You're lucky my arms are full, otherwise…”

 

The dark quieted as the fragile kitten in his arms mewed a yawn, slender arms and legs stretching out then curling up again as he nuzzled into Bakura's chest and purred. “Mm…Kuwa?…” Ryou's sleepy voice was slurred as he started slipping back into another dream, petit face scrunching in worry as whatever it was he saw scared him. “K-Kura! No!…” his pale frame tensed and struggled just slightly against the shadows of his mind.

 

Yuugi's eyes were wide as he looked on, “Wake him up, Bakura…” but the yami was already soothing his lighter half.

 

Rocking him gently like a baby, Bakura whispered into Ryou's ear and laced his fingers through the thick, white hair. “Sh, Tenshi…wake up, I'm here…” Ryou whimpered again then went silent, eyes fluttering as he looked up through silver lashes to his dark. The taller smiled and kissed the boy's forehead, tasting the mist of sweat that had collected there.

 

Ryou smiled thankfully then draped his arms around the other's shoulders, locking slender fingers together and resting his head against the pale chest. He sighed contentedly, soft brown eyes going half lidded and landing on Yuugi when the small duelist squirmed on the bed. “Yuugi-kun!” Ryou flushed brightly, curling against Bakura to hide himself.

 

“Don't worry, Ryou.” The boy giggled, “You're beautiful…”

 

Bakura growled, baring his teeth slightly as he clutched his light. Ryou winked at Yuugi when he noticed the possessiveness his dark took on “Well, what then? You want him to say I'm ugly?” he pouted, “You don't think I'm ugly, do you, Kura?” he raised his voice just slightly, hitting that panicked pitch perfectly as he was quite used to this. “You do don't you?! You think I'm ugly!” his eyes filled with tears and threatened to fall, Yuugi, very impressed at how well the other was acting this all out, hid a smile as he noticed the distress on Bakura's face. “Then why bother loving me? You don't think I'm pretty and you don't let anyone else say I'm pretty either! You don't love me, Bakura!”

 

The yami broke at that, whenever Ryou bothered to say `Bakura', the dark knew there was some truth leaking through, whether or not the boy knew himself. “I do love you and you know that, but you're right, I don't think you're pretty…” both hikari's gasped and real tears threatened to mar Ryou's pale cheek. Bakura smirked “I know that you're beautiful and delicious, but most importantly,” he leaned down a bit and whispered hotly into his light's ear “Mine.”

 

Ryou blinked back the tears and smiled, hugging his other half “Always…” His brown eyes flickered back to Yuugi and they both grinned on a job well done. “Well then, I'm sorry, Yuugi,” an impish look took over as Ryou continued, this would not be good for Yuugi “I guess last night will have to be forgotten then, but I'm sure you can use those lessons well on Yami!”

 

“WHAT!?” Bakura glared at the tricolor boy who cowered beneath the fluffy, white blanket. “What the fuck does that mean exactly!!!”

 

Ryou grinned wryly then pulled himself up, kissing Bakura, and slipping his tongue inside, effectively gaining his dark's attention. He pulled back and licked his other's pale lips “What? Nothing of course, unless that's to say you don't trust me?” One hand traced circles on the dark's chest, while the other mindlessly twirled a strand of silvery white hair. “Or does that just mean you'd like to find out what it could have meant?” he purred saucily.

 

Bakura grinned and swiftly kissed his hikari, walking out of the room as he called to Yuugi “We're taking a shower, Ryou needs that dirty mind of his cleaned. Go back to bed or go eat something, we don't care, just stay away.” The smaller giggled and a mischievous grin spread across his angelic features as he was carted off, Bakura nuzzling his neck affectionately.

 

Yuugi sighed and shook his head as he watched his friend's leave, to go off and more than likely not get to that shower for a while yet. “Yami…where are you?” Yuugi tried the link, but found it just as the night before, shut down from his dark's end. Had he called home? Yuugi reached over to a nightstand and picked up the phone, he dialed carefully and listened for any messages that might have been on his answering machine. There was one from Jou looking to borrow some money and another from Honda telling Yuugi not to let Jou borrow money, but nothing from his dark. The boy sighed sadly and snuggled into the blankets, he might as well sleep a bit longer, *his* shower wouldn't be for a while.

 

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Ryou grinned as his other kicked the bathroom door shut, purring quietly when Bakura kissed his neck. The taller played with the bathtub's knobs, groping about blindly and finally getting the hot water to sputter out from the showerhead. He stepped in and felt the sting of the fiery droplets as they pounded against his back, then turned around so his hikari was bombarded with the water.

 

“Ah!” Ryou yelped when the hot water suddenly covered him, raining on his small form. “Kuuurrraaa! Let me go! It's hot!” he wiggled about but wasn't able to get out of Bakura's arms, managing only to become completely wet.

 

“Mm…no.” the dark grinned and watched in amusement as his hikari's pale skin grew pink from the temperature, the smaller's eyes narrowing in distaste as the shock of it melted away and he grew accustomed to the water. “There now, better?” he nibbled on Ryou's earlobe, getting a rather pleased sigh in response. “Thought so.” He smirked, carefully placing the hikari on his feet and reaching over for the shampoo.

 

Ryou pouted, “You shouldn't tease me like that! If we're only going to shower then don't lead me on like we're going to do something else!” he leaned his head back and let his hair soak with the steamy water, silver tendrils hanging heavily down his back, small rivers of water trailing down his face and chest, and his slender form arched as he stretched, perhaps not too innocently, in front of his dark.

 

Bakura licked his lips, eyes trailing over the beautiful form before him “Who said anything about just taking a shower?” He coated his fingers with the vanilla scented shampoo, whose it was, well, that was up for debate seeing as how Bakura would deny any relation to that bottle outside of it's very useful purpose as lubricant.

 

Ryou opened his eyes in time to see his dark's lustful grin before the light felt himself gently shoved against the wall, Bakura's body flush against him and a slender digit probing him. “Oh…” Ryou breathed heavily and kissed his other slowly, moaning softly when the second finger slipped inside him, the scissor like motion stretching him.

 

The yami used the remaining glob of shampoo to coat himself then looped his arm around the other's back to hold him up. His lips trailed over Ryou's face, whispering huskily as he positioned himself “Mine, mine, mine…” he thrust inside the smaller and bit the boy's lip in an effort to split the pain concentration.

 

Ryou cried out, eyes all but welding shut as his body tensed and well-known pain ripped through his body. Tears fell down his cheek, mixing with the water and going unnoticed by the dark as he slid in deeper, staying still when he was completely enveloped by his light. The rings of muscle relaxed agonizingly slowly, but Bakura kept his desire in check, he refused to harm his hikari further so he waited, the water spilling across his back, dark gaze watching Ryou.

 

The light shifted just slightly, eyes opening enough to look at his dark, and smiled hungrily. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he purred, both hands slipping through Bakura's hair and fisting the ends to tug his head down into a kiss. The yami grinned and could taste the bit of blood that seeped from Ryou's lip, hips rocking slowly as he started to formulate a rhythm.

 

Gentle, gentle, he had to start gently for it took a few moments for the flesh to give, for the want to cloud over the pain, and the passion to stifle them. Bakura suckled on the other's neck, feeling his light slump against him as his senses were teased. He's such a good little light, so predictable, so lovely, so perfect. What the dark wouldn't give, wouldn't do to keep his precious Ryou safe and in his arms forever. Any yami would…

 

He shivered slightly; thrusting more violently to clear his mind of the only person he knew would do more than anything, but everything to keep his hikari safe. Not because he cared, but because it would kill him not to have his host alive and well.

 

Ryou groaned and whimpered, head rolling back as sensations rippled his body. “A-again…” he choked out, begging his dark to hit that one spot again, to slam into him and make those pretty stars flash before his eyes. Bakura grunted and angled himself so every time he slid smoothly inside his hikari, he would rustle the bundle of nerves, make the angel cry out and dig his fingers into the dark's shoulder blades. “Oh Gods…Kura…” Bakura smirked as his light weakly mumbled while trying to breathe. The taller reached between them and tenderly massaged the other, nipping at Ryou's neck and increasing his own pace. The boy's body began to tense and Bakura quickly pulled out, dropping to his knees and holding Ryou's hips firmly against the wall as the other mewed in confusion.

 

Ryou was his, and his alone, let any fool try and take him from the dark, they'd be rotting in hell before they knew what had happened. His tongue masterfully toyed with the other's taut member, running along the belly and swirling at the tip, listening to the moans and pleas his hikari expelled.

 

“Oh…Ra…” the boy tried to buck, tried to reach for more, but Bakura's firm grip kept him in place, prisoner of his dark lover. Slender fingers tangled in the silver strands of Bakura's hair as the dark darted his tongue into the leaking slit, causing the light to cry out and violently fill his other's waiting mouth. The thief suckled for a moment, earning an exhausted keen from his angel, while greedily cleaning up the last of Ryou's essence.

 

Bakura kissed the light, *his* light and received a weak fluttering of lips in response. “You like?” he grinned.

 

Ryou lifted his lids and half glared at his other “No…” he claimed the dark's lips “I love…” he laced his arms around the other's neck, eyes widening when he felt something distinctly hot and hard pressing against his thigh. “Kura…” Ryou pulled back and looked down, his chin captured by the dark's fingertips.

 

“Don't worry about that…I have hands…” Bakura murmured, tasting his angel once more.

 

“So do I…” Ryou snaked his hand to capture his yami's length, a hiss escaping through the dark's teeth. The angel stroked and teased the tip of his lover for a moment before tightening his grip and digging his fingernails into the tender flesh. Bakura groaned and braced himself by placing his hands on either side of Ryou's head against the wall. His neck was assaulted as was his jaw and collarbone and lips, sharp nips and heated kisses strewn about his face and chest while the ever-present pressure coiled tightly and threatened to snap.

 

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Yuugi tossed in the fluffy bed and covered himself with the thick blankets, but the rather erotic sounds being emitted from the bathroom were not about to let him sleep. Ah, well, might as well go have breakfast then. He slipped into black shorts and a rather loose fitting black shirt as well, jumping into his shoes, he raked his fingers through the tricolor locks as he hurried past the `occupied' bathroom, blushing brightly as he heard Ryou cry out. He was just about to go back for the Puzzle, but ignored the urge when Bakura started to groan rather loudly, he wasn't about to walk past that door again, besides, the Puzzle was safe here, Bakura had little interest in stealing unless it was for Ryou.

 

The small teen strolled into the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge, wrinkling his nose at the packages of bloodied meat and laughing as he spotted the vegetables and fruits on the other side. “These two are so totally opposites.” He giggled, just about to grab an apple when he heard something shift about upstairs. Amethyst eyes widened and he stood perfectly still, ears straining to hear that sound again, like someone rummaging through a drawer. “Ryou?” the white-haired boys couldn't possibly be done by now, not to insinuate anything, but the two youths weren't exactly satisfied that easily. “Bakura?” Yuugi shivered and looked to the front door, it was open. The teen stared for a while “Oh gods!” he gasped, someone was in the house!

 

He had to warn the other two, but how without alerting whoever it was that had broken in? Yuugi looked around for a bat, a pan, anything to defend himself with. Unable to find anything in his blind panic, Yuugi headed toward the stairs silently, shaking slightly as he took each step as carefully as he could. He reached the top and heard nothing, could they have left already? Maybe they had heard someone was home and fled? The tricolor teen swallowed and crept toward Ryou's room, he had left the door wide open, and it was now just slightly ajar.

 

A shadow flashed across the white walls and Yuugi squeaked, causing something to stir inside the room. The boy wanted to flee, run out, and call the cops from the neighbor's house, but what if the person got to Ryou and Bakura? He would never forgive himself if anything happened to either boy. He gathered all his courage and pushed the door open, eyes peeling dangerously wide as he stared at the person holding up the Millennium Puzzle from the chain Yuugi had placed it on, and searching through Ryou's drawers for something else.

 

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His senses were peaked, overloaded with pleasure, mind free of thought and lost to desire. Then, it was then his defenses dropped and shattered. Was it a minute? A second? Less? It did not matter, for all the darkness needed was a crack, a sliver to slip through and it could corrupt, strangle any and all thoughts and memories.

 

Bakura let his hikari's name drip from his lips, he wouldn't have noticed the intruder, he wouldn't have sensed the demented mind flicker though his head, he wouldn't have noticed the images that flashed before his eyes, but he had thought of *him* before, so the dark knew.

 

Something had bothered the thief from the moment Yuugi meekly entered the house, the way he cried out at night, plagued with twisted dreams Bakura had seen as well…why? He couldn't tell for he hadn't known, at the time.

 

Ryou accused him of taking interest in the Pharaoh, of dreaming of him stripped of clothes and battered. It had been a lovely thought, beautiful and tantalizing, soul broken and blood seeping, such a wonderful image, dream, wish…the problem was, it wasn't Bakura's.

 

His eyes had jerked violently, it was real, too real to be a dream conjured up from exhaustion. He had dismissed it; perhaps it was having the Pharaoh's hikari so close that drove such thoughts to form? But when he heard the stifled crying and saw through Ryou's eyes that the tricolor youth had dreamt the same, Bakura knew something was wrong.

 

Dreams that twisted could not flower from Yuugi; it was impossible. The boy was innocence, purity at its best, so how could nightmares, examples from the pits of Bakura's pleasure, surface in the young boy's dreams? Why would they, of all people, share such thoughts? He did not deny to himself that visions of the Pharaoh had slipped into his mind before, lovely thoughts with blood and screams and raging passion, but all the pain was to seep and drip and be strangled out by him, Bakura! Not Yami, never Yami! The Pharaoh would weld the bloodied tools and carry that haughty smirk of his while Bakura would cry out for more, sinking into despair from the crushing need for more.

 

Yes, those were the fantasies of a masochist; a sly grin rippled his mind as he admitted it, but was quickly dropped and replaced by dread when something clicked.

 

A snap, a crash, a thunderclap, it hit him, sending his thoughts to Hell and his soul to rabid dogs. Yami missing, link welded shut, dark dreams, sinister thoughts dripping from someone, something sick and twisted like a babe strangled with its cord.

 

“Marik…” it burned his mouth and stung his tongue like fresh vomit as that horrid name oozed past his lips. He hung his head; silver tendrils dripping with water, feeling his skin crawl and go cold. His light jerked and choked out a whimper, pressing his back against the wall, eyes peeled wide in fear.

 

“W-why?…” Ryou's lip trembled and he stifled his sob, “Why his name!?” He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, he wanted to crumple to the ground and tear his hair out from despair. The pain, oh Ra the pain! Deadly voice, malicious gaze, hungry thoughts, and rotted soul. No, not even that! Marik, he had no soul, he wasn't even real! He was just a formulation of fury, a shadow on the wall that couldn't really touch you, but that made it just worse. Marik, oh gods, Marik! He didn't have to touch you, see you, kill you…all he had to do was smirk, curl his lips into that masterfully crafted sneer and you knew, you just knew you were lost, caught, *his*.

 

“No!” Ryou bolted and crashed onto the cold, tiled floor, sobbing as he tried to get away.

 

“Koi! Please, stop!” Bakura cautiously stepped out of the shower and wrapped his arms around the thrashing body, grip slipping as the boy's wet form struggled. “Sh... Listen…Ryou…” he hissed into the angel's ear, rocking back and forth with the boy in his arms. “He's not here, he's not here…I'm sorry, sh, I'm sorry…” Ryou clung to his other's form, sobbing and racking his frail form with violent shudders.

 

Bakura's dark eyes suddenly peeled wide open in horror “Yuugi!” his light looked up in panic and whimpered as the thief ran out of the washroom with the light in his arms. “He's here for Yuugi!”

 

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“Kaiba!?” Yuugi cried out in shock, why had the billionaire broken into Ryou's house, why was he holding his puzzle, and why was he groping for something else in the white-haired boy's drawer?!

 

The brunette whirled around, grinning sadistically as he took note of the small boy before him. “Yuugi, so glad you aren't making me look for you.”

 

That voice…that voice! It wasn't Kaiba's, it was warped, swimming with the thoughts of another; someone Yuugi had hoped was long lost. “M-Marik!” his amethyst eyes filled with tears, if Kaiba was a mindslave…then it had been Marik who had called his Yami. “Yami! Oh Ra! Where is he?! What have you done to him!?” the tricolor haired boy's body shook with fear and anger as tears streamed down his face. “Answer me!”

 

The blue-eyed puppet chuckled, pulling out a drawer from Ryou's dresser and tossing it against the wall. “All in due time, little Yuugi, I'll answer you once I find what I'm looking for.” Kaiba tugged another drawer out and a deadly sneer marred the usually emotionless face. “Well, I suppose I'll be answering you sooner than I intended.” He reached amidst the clothes just as Bakura ran in, Ryou gripped tightly in his arms.

 

“Marik! I don't know how you fucking came back, but get out of here, NOW!” the white-haired yami snarled, teeth bared as he narrowed his dark eyes.

 

“Heh, shut the hell up, Tomb Robber.” Kaiba lifted his hand from the drawer; dangly from a leather cord was the Millennium Ring.

 

“NO!” Ryou screamed when Kaiba donned the Item, Bakura flickering from existence, and the light falling to the ground, clawing at the air where his other had just been. “BAKURA!!!” he cried and lunged at the brunette, who caught the pale boy's wrists and held him away from the Ring.

 

“I suppose I'll take you as well, Pretty.” Kaiba purred, flashing his possessed eyes at Yuugi, who had all but crumpled to the ground in a heap of shattered hopes. “Now come along, Yuugi, can't keep that pathetic Yami of yours waiting now can we?” he laughed cruelly as the amethyst eyes filled with tears, the small boy sobbing while his angelic friend shuddered and fainted.

 

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Yuugi didn't know how or when, but he had either passed out or been knocked out because the next time he opened his eyes, he was chained by the wrists, slumped on the ground with a silently crying Ryou beside him. “R-Ryou…” the pale boy didn't look up, but Yuugi could see the tears splash quietly onto the ground and the other's frame tremble. He was chained as well, though the white haired teen's wrists were locked in front of his body while Yuugi's were locked from behind.

 

“Bring him in!”

 

Marik's all too familiar voice thundered from behind the door before them, the two hikari's cowering as the large door was swung open and Kaiba tugged their chains, dragging the boys into the room.

 

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