Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Differences Don't Matter ❯ Expected, Yet Unwanted Visitors ( Chapter 19 )

Yami stared with more distaste than he ever thought he could muster at the front door. His arms were crossed over his front and his eyes were glazed over with an aversion that was only a few notches below pure hatred. Yugi stood at his side, hands clutching onto Yami's sleeves as his eyes reverted back and forth between the front door and Yami's sullen face.

 

Another knock sounded loudly at the door and Yugi felt Yami's muscles tense for the third time since the initial rap. From the corner of his violet eyes he saw Tea bustle in with annoyance.

 

“Honestly, Yami, you could show a little respect. They're here to spend time with you,” the head maid scolded.

 

“No,” the crimson-eyed teen male snapped rudely, “They're here because they can't act their age.”

 

Tea rolled her cobalt eyes, obviously not wanting to get into a debate when there were guests standing right out. She unbolted the locks she had no doubt Yami had latched when he first heard the arrival of his cousins. It was common knowledge in the house that Marik and Bakura would've let themselves in if the door wasn't locked. There was also no doubt in Tea's mind that Yami would get a kick out of standing there all day listening to Bakura and Marik shout through the door for someone to open the entryway.

 

Bracing herself, Tea undid the final latch and jumped, out of instinct more than anything, away from the wooden barrier. As expected it flew open and there stood two males, matching cocky expressions on their faces.

 

One was an albino and his hair spiked outward and reached his shoulders with an almost silky appearance. Yugi recognized him as the one Yami said was Bakura. He had sharp, narrow coffee-colored eyes and a smirk confident enough to knock down the most sure of people. He was dressed richly (Yami knew it was to show off how wealthy his family was) with a silk, button-down shirt dyed a blue that shined almost as brightly as the sun. The pants he wore were of leather or something very close to it, though Yugi didn't think that this man would put anything half way when he wore something. A mere imitation just didn't seem good enough to fit his personality, even the elf could figure that out by looking at him. His boots were a shiny black with gold buckles around each of the ankles. To finish his flush ensemble a heavy and highly fashionable, charcoal cloak blanketed his shoulders and tied with a silver buckle across his neck. He was the one who opened the door; the evidence was his hand that grasped the handle.

 

The other was only slightly taller than Bakura and Yugi familiarized him as Marik. He, like his white-haired counterpart, was elaborately dressed with an assertive grin on his face. A satin top of a black color shone underneath his own rich purple cloak, also clasped with an argent fastener over his neck. His pants were the same as Bakura's as well as the boots on his feet. His bleached blonde hair was also spiked and settled at his shoulders and his narrow, shadow-violet eyes sparked a flame of nervousness inside Yugi that the elf shifted further behind Yami's tense form, clutching at his shirt tightly.

 

Yami glared at the banes of his existence, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from saying something particularly nasty to the two of them in front of a lady. Tea may have been his best friend and had to clean up the messes his father and him created after one of their rows, but he wasn't about to start cussing like a renowned sailor when she was right there. Instead he clenched his fists and ground out, “Bakura, Marik, so good of you to come,” at a decent hour he added silently.

 

Bakura focused on Yami before his eyes wandered to the smaller and much more pointed-eared form behind him. A grin found a way to his face. “Yami,” he said, his voice was rough and somehow managed to sound just as high-classed as his wardrobe. “You don't write you don't visit; how are we to stay close if you can't be bothered to spend a few minutes to send a letter?” Of course, he failed to realize that he hadn't done the same; the same for Marik.

 

The bleached-blonde male was ignoring the exchange, however. He was looking around with curiosity and, like Bakura before him, spotted Yugi and a grin of his own appeared on his aristocratic face. “Why, Yami, you never even bothered to tell us that you received an elf. I'm hurt.”

 

“Of course,” Bakura added, startling Yugi when the words came directly next to his ear. While Yugi's eyes were focused on Marik, the white-haired male had made his way next to him. His thin wrists were taken into the much larger hands and it was all Yugi could do not to tremble ridiculously while they were scrutinized. Finally, when they were dropped, Bakura continued his statement. “It was just as I expected. Honestly, Yami, you're much too easy on him; too much trust. He has no bracelet.” At this, Marik moved forward and grasped Yugi's hands as well, staring at them with disbelief.

 

Instead of replying, Yami's eyes narrowed. He knew they would say something about a show of ownership over the elf, or lack of it, but two words struck a suspicion within the red-eyed teen: “him” and “he”, people like his two cousins would rather call someone like Yugi “it” and treat him like an object.

 

Marik straightened and looked towards the door with a smirk. A snap of his fingers (Bakura did the same) and two more forms appeared in the door. The sight of them caused Yugi to gasp and his hands flew to his mouth with disbelief.

 

Looking much the same as Bakura and Marik stood two elves, though with much tamer and softer looking hair and not dressed as eloquently as the two cousins. The albino was, in fact, dressed just as Yami expected of someone who was just for Bakura's use only. He had on impossibly short shorts and a top went up high enough to show of the expanse of his flat stomach; there were no sleeves. Goosebumps were growing from his skin like the vines had when Yugi lost himself. On his hands were fingerless gloves that reached just below his elbows and his boots were the same as Bakura's only minus the gold anklet. In one of his hands he had a leather strap that was the horse's reins with the jet black horse standing behind him. The thing that captured Yugi's attention the most though was the exposing outfit, but the way the white-haired elf (as well as the bleached-blonde one) held his head up straight rather than bent down to stare at the ground in submission. Around his neck was a choker necklace with curved writing in it (Yugi assumed it was Bakura's name) and it was made in silver.

 

“I would like to introduce you to Ryou, my personal servant,” he added with a prideful and cocky emphasis. After Bakura was done speaking there was a short pause before the slightly shorter albino bowed his head, bringing it back up a couple seconds later.

 

Yugi's eyes wandered to the other elf, like Marik to Bakura this elf was also taller than Ryou. It didn't surprise the violet-eyed elf though that he didn't recognize either of the two. After all, his parents did keep him under strict house arrest most of his life. Unlike Ryou, however, this elf had on tight leather pants that acted like a second skin and a brown, velvet-looking vest that tied by a cord braided like a shoelace down the front of it, causing only a vertical line of skin to be visible. Also like Ryou, this elf's head was held up and he had a necklace with swirls of writing engraved on it (Yugi guessed it was Marik's name just like with Ryou's necklace) and it looked to be made of gold. In his hand was leather reins attached to a chestnut horse.

 

Marik moved towards the elf and grabbed a fistful of cloth from his shirt, yanking him forward and kissing him none too gently on the mouth. Yugi's mouth fell open, but he quickly collected himself. Yami didn't make any outward motion. When the tallest of the four pulled away he pulled Malik flush into his side with a smirk. “This is Malik, my personal servant as well,” he accented.

 

“Aren't you going to introduce your little toy to us, Yami,” Bakura finally asked, nearly interrupting Marik as he did. The red-eyed teen growled and shoved Yugi behind him so the other two couldn't see him as well.

 

“I won't have you touching him. Unlike you, I don't use him and I never intend to claim a living thing as my property like one would a pet.”

 

Marik looked bored as he examined his nicely manicured fingernails on his left hand. “That's all well and good, Yami, but a name would be appreciated.” The other two elves looked curious as well.

 

To keep an argument from arising already, Yugi peeked his head out from behind Yami's shoulder. “I'm Yugi,” he whispered in a meek voice. The older pushed him back again, shaking his head with a glare on his face. Yami had never looked at the younger elf that way before and it sent shivers down his spine.

 

“Now, now, Yami, the little guy can speak if he wants to,” Bakura said smoothly. He walked around Yami and grabbed Yugi by the shoulders to yank him back into view. Marik and Bakura had a good look at him and it caused a healthy flesh to glow on the elf's cheeks. “There, you see, Yami: he's perfectly capable of being his own “living self”, as you put.”

 

Marik knelt down in front of Yugi and took his small hands with his much bigger ones. “Well, Yugi, I'm Marik. It's a pleasure to meet you,” he grinned. There was something about that smirk that caused an even worse tremor than Yami's look. When he started moving forward Yugi's eyes widened even larger than the dishes served to the guests for dinner. Yami saw red and he shot forward, but his arms were seized by Bakura. Yugi bit his lip and looked anywhere but at Marik. His arms were being hold tightly and he knew there was no way of him getting away, but he wriggled nonetheless. When he saw the look in Malik's eyes, however, he stiffened. The look on the other elf's face was so heart-wrenching that it twisted Yugi's insides painfully.

 

Tears mirrored in both of their eyes and Yugi believed that it only could've been the desperate look in his eyes that made the whole freeze before his eyes. Tea moved forward and placed her hand on Marik's shoulder, effectively stopping him.

 

“If you wouldn't mind, Master Marik, I'll move your things to your room along with Master Bakura.”

 

Both of the teens nodded and the bleached-blonde human stood and moved away from Yugi. “Very well then,” he said, straightening out his clothes and signaling to Malik to bring his bags in. Bakura did the same.

 

“If you wouldn't mind, sir,” Ryou said, the first thing any of the new elves said. He was directing his question at Yami and his voice was accented with a foreign tone. “Where would you like us to put the horses?”

 

Bakura grinned and said, “An excellent question, Ryou. Where would you like the horses, Yami?”

 

Yami frowned, but turned to Yugi. It was more to get Yugi away from his two cousins than anything, but he directed Yugi to put them in the city's stable just a few houses to the left. “It's slightly hidden, but you shouldn't have trouble if you're actually looking for it,” he instructed. Yugi nodded and led the two elves out back outside. While his little elf did that Yugi picked up the bags Tea didn't and followed her up the stairs to where Bakura and Marik would be staying. Not a word was exchanged between them.

 

Meanwhile, Yugi was nervously walking down the street leading Ryou and Malik to the public stable. The three of them were silence and stayed that way until they were at the stable. While Ryou and Malik tied up the horses Yugi waited by the doorway. It wasn't until they started walking back to the mansion that anything was said between them.

 

“You said your name was Yugi, correct,” Malik asked politely. He may have looked remarkably like Marik but his manners were increasingly better.

 

The shortest of the three nodded. “Yes, and you are Malik and Ryou, right? I have to admit that you're the first elves I've actually met in a long time.”

 

“And you as well,” Ryou smiled. He walked on Yugi's right while Malik was on the left. “It's truly a pleasure to meet you.”

 

“Marik,” Malik said suddenly, causing both of the other two's heads to rotate quickly towards him. “He didn't startle you before, did he?”

 

Yugi looked down. “A little,” he admitted. “I haven't really….kissed anyone before. Only a few times and I really don't know if I….was any good,” he finished quietly. Something inside Yugi clicked as he remembered the last time he felt scared. He hadn't admitted it like this time, but he knew he probably should if he wanted to get past it. Dread filled him, but he refused to let it show.

 

The bleached-blonde looked down. “He can be extremely forward most of the time,” he explained. “I apologize for his behavior though. It's his way of greeting somebody new who he thinks is good looking.”

 

A blush stained Yugi's cheeks and he looked down quickly. “R-really,” he stuttered.

 

“Absolutely,” Ryou contributed.

 

“I-it's only Marik, right? Bakura doesn't…”

 

“No way,” Malik chuckled. “Bakura only presses his lips to one person.” At his statement he jerked his thumb in Ryou's direction, to which the albino elf blushed lightly.

 

Yugi looked at the two of them curiously. “You two….you know….I mean that….”

 

Malik and Ryou both nodded. “Yes, but don't let them know you know anything. They can be quite harsh in public, but when it's just the two of us alone they're quite sweet. Bakura just doesn't want anyone to know. The same as Marik,” Malik said.

 

They arrived at the house with the three male humans waiting for them. Yami quickly took Yugi by the hand and brought him to his side, placing his hand on his shoulder and squeezing it just enough to be a pressure on him, but not an uncomfortable one. It comforted the elf to know Yami was there just as much as he was sure the teen was reassured by his hand being there.

 

Marik twisted his arm around his elf's waist and held him against his hip. Bakura rested his arm around Ryou's shoulders. For a short moment to the humans and a very long one the elves there was a silence so thick it rang in their pointed ears.

 

“It's been a long journey,” Bakura finally announced. “I think we're going to rest in my room.” He tightened his arm and led Ryou up the stairs.

 

“I believe we'll do the same,” Marik agreed, bringing Malik with him as he turned around and followed the albinos up the stairs.

 

After they were gone Yugi was turned around to face Yami, the teen's hands clasped tightly on the elf's shoulders. “Did they do anything to you?” Yugi shook his head. “They weren't acting anything like those scums of my cousins?” Again Yugi shook his head. “You're absolutely positive?”

 

At this Yugi placed his hands over Yugi's gently. “Yami, you're worrying. I'm fine. I promise.”

 

Yami licked his lips and quickly looked around before claiming Yugi's lips. He wrapped his arms around his waist tightly and held him just so sweetly that he didn't want to let go. Violet and red eyes closed with coincidence and they held onto each other with such urgency that someone who overlooked the scene now would think they were eternal lovers who had just met after an abundant amount of years apart.

 

~~

 

Bakura lay down on the bed and relaxed with a large sigh. He watched Ryou stand by the door waiting for further instructions. He sat up and scooted back against the headboard of the bed, stretching his legs out in front of him comfortably. With a gentle smile that he only would let Ryou see he patted his lap and watched the white-haired elf move towards him and crawl over the bed covers and his legs until he was settled in between them with his head settled on Bakura's lap.

 

“You see,” he whispered in Ryou's ear, “I told you we'd still be able to be together just like every night.” The elf nodded, closing his eyes as Bakura began to massage his scalp and play with his long threads.

 

The snowy-haired twins lay together like that for several minutes before Bakura rolled them over so he was on top of the elf. With a grin that made Ryou's insides quiver with anticipation he leaned up and waited while Bakura closed the rest of the short distance between them.

 

~~

 

Marik sat in his whicker chair that sat in the corner of his current bedroom. Malik was straddled in his lap with a leg on either side like a horse. The human wasn't at all shy about doing what he wanted. He leisurely slid his hands along Malik's back and enjoyed the soft, sweet sounds that elicited from his throat.

 

Placing a kiss on Malik's open mouth he scooted the elf closer so their hips were flush against each other. “I don't think there could ever be a way for me to tire of those sounds,” he said, suckling on the tanned skin of the elf's throat.

 

“I won't tire of you doing anything to me, Marik.” Him and his human had had the same exchange of words many times before. Each time the taller male was in such a mood and began the conversation Malik knew he was to respond with his own set of words. Afterwards Marik would never fail to satisfy him.

 

~~

 

Yami and Yugi lay in their shared beds as soon as the older thought it was “safe” enough to go upstairs. He wouldn't explain to Yugi that when he said safe he really meant that it was entirely void of unwanted sexual noises echoing in the hallway. Knowing his cousins as well as he did he was sure one if not both were getting their pleasure time in after a week-long ride from their city to his.

 

Nearly asleep Yami was withheld from sleep when Yugi shook his shoulder lightly. With a voice that made all sleep inside Yami cease to exist Yugi mumbled something with hot breath on the older's bare chest. “I'm scared….”