Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Hallow's Eve ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

JoeysGal: Well, this has been a rather interesting week/weekend for me… new job, wicked night on Saturday clubbing… and no time to update! Who am I to put things before my writing? T_T I'm sorry for not updating sooner… but anyway, here you go peeps… enjoy ^^

 

Shinigami_chylde: Thanks for the encouraging review! I'm so glad you like it! ^_^ Kewl username, by the way!

 

Crystal56: O.o Yami wears skirts? First I've heard! BTW: I think I've read some of your work on aff.net… if you're the same person, then you're a very good writer! ^_^ As for the Yami/Yuugi comment, I can do something special with them, if you'd like me to, for you ^_^

 

Disclaimer: I work at a law firm, so if you even DARE try to sue me for something I do NOT own (but wish I did >.>) then you'd better sleep with one eye open!

 

Warnings: This fic contains the following: hentai, shounen-ai, yaoi, yuri, blood, gore, violence, freaky shit, rape and killing. That's why I chose the rating. All flames will fall on deaf ears ^_^

 

Pairings: You'll soon find out.

 

“Happy Hallow's Eve”

Written and edited by: JoeysGal

Rating: NC17

Genre: Horror/Hentai/Drama

Type: Continuation

Credits to: sweetlori55 and F_D_C2003 (both members of mediaminer.org)

 

Chapter Four

 

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“Man, it's really dark now.” Anzu said, trying to hold the torch in front of her at the same time as holding two two-litre bottles of water.

 

“Yeah, and cold, too.” Shizuka added. “I can't wait to get back to that fire and have something to eat,”

 

“Yeah,” Anzu said in accord. “I hope you don't mind sharing the tent with me, but I know how Jounouchi and Honda can be… and that's pretty disgusting, at the best of times.”

 

“Oh, I don't mind.” Shizuka replied with a giggle. “In fact, I think I'd rather share a tent with a girl than Jou, as much as I love him. It's not as awkward.”

 

“And we're friends, after all, right?” Anzu said, just to be sure.

 

“Of course we are, Anzu.”

 

Anzu smiled to herself. Once the whole Duel Monsters saga had ended, everybody had drifted apart, going down their own paths. She was sad to see Shizuka go back home, as she had liked her and connected with her on such an intimate level. They had been by each other's side through all those hard times throughout the Battle City Tournament, which she appreciated, although she admitted she was a little jealous at the closeness that Shizuka and Mai had had together. She had told herself not to worry anymore, now that Mai and Otogi were an item, and she would be able to spend some quality time with Shizuka while they were here.

 

She felt somewhat dejected when Yuugi lost interest in being her friend, as Yami no Yuugi had distracted the small boy simply by being with him. Anzu didn't mind that Yuugi had decided to dedicate most of his life to his other half, but it hurt her inside when she noticed that he was spending less and less time with her as a friend; avoiding her, if you like. She needed to be around as many people as she could, really. She had had a rough time through everything, and because of that people judged her as being a bit strange.

 

Firstly, there was the media and also the students at Domino High that claimed her to be a slut for having no other female friends, and walking through Duelist Kingdom alone with three or four other boys. People had spread malicious lies that they had taken advantage of her, and that she was denying it. Truth be told, Yuugi, Jounouchi, Honda and Ryou were only her friends, and they wouldn't do anything like that, especially not to her. She held a secret that she didn't want to be let out, but she figured that now, since everybody was older and that Duel Monsters was a thing of the past, that she could tell them, hoping for a positive reaction.

 

Maybe I should just tell one person… Anzu mused to herself while still tramping through the woods. But who? I can't tell Yuugi… he'd probably freak out. Jounouchi or Honda might understand… Or maybe I should talk to Shizuka about it? Oh… I just don't know anymore…

 

“Anzu? Anzu!” Shizuka said, speaking loudly to grab her attention.

 

“Oh, Shizuka, I'm sorry,” Anzu said. “What is it?”

 

“Look through there, do you see that?” the dark-haired girl whispered, pointing through a dense thicket of trees to a tall, dark shape and a glowing yellow light, slowly moving through the darkness.

 

“Oh my!” Anzu nearly shrieked, trying not to show her sudden fear. “What do you think it is? There's nobody else here except for us, right?”

 

“Right,” Shizuka said. “But I heard that Bakura and Marik were going to collect some firewood. Do you think it could be them?”

 

Anzu's adrenaline slowly settled. “Yeah, that's probably it. Those guys are freaky!”

 

Shizuka giggled nervously. “Yeah, I know. Now let's head back; I'm frozen to the bone.”

 

**~***~**

 

“Seto? Where did you put my things?”

 

“I brought them into the tent already, Isis.”

 

“Oh, I see them now. Thank you, love.”

 

Malik was watching his sister and her new significant other behind narrowed eyes. He wasn't sure what it was about Kaiba that he didn't like, but something about the blue-eyed male made every hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Maybe it was the fact that Malik knew what Kaiba could be like, and the thought of any man disrespecting one of his family - especially his sister - drove him round the bend. Then again, Malik had seen how Kaiba treated his brother, and how much he cherished the bond between them, and it made him think. What if Kaiba could be like that with Isis? It was all too much. Maybe he should just open another bottle of bourbon and cola and forget about it.

 

“We got some more wood,” Marik said, returning out of the woods back to the camp site with the sack of logs on his shoulder and Bakura at his side.

 

“And nearly died trying,” Bakura muttered under his breath.

 

“That's great!” Ryou replied, not hearing what Bakura had said. “Now we'll have enough wood to cook our dinner tonight, and probably breakfast tomorrow, too.”

 

“And we found a really nice place to get water from, and we can even go swimming or wash in it, too,” Shizuka said as she also returned with Anzu.

 

Everybody had pulled up chairs and settled themselves in comfortable places around the fire. They each had their desired foods ready, or already cooking, and were in quiet chatter amongst each other. Ryou looked around, feeling quite content with himself that his idea had been a success. It sure beat staying at home giving out candy to little kids, and he felt that his friends would appreciate a get-together for a few days to get away from everything. If anyone, Kaiba probably needed it most. Ryou didn't mind going away again, after only being home a few days from England, because it meant being around the people he cherished most in his life.

 

The white-haired teen smiled and mentally gave himself a pat on the back before reaching for some water, poured it into a medium sized pot, put it onto the fire-stand and left it for a while until it was boiling. He planned on putting some vegetables such as cobs of corn, cutlets of carrots and potatoes in there to boil, plus some rice to go with it, too. If there was one thing that he was best at, it was probably cooking. Bakura, for one, liked his cooking, and praised him for it.

 

Everyone seemed to be content with each other, talking, laughing, eating and drinking. It seemed almost perfect, save for the tension between Malik and Kaiba, gone unseen by the others. All others except for one - Jounouchi. Jou had noticed it from the moment he had arrived at Malik's place that morning with Honda, Anzu and Shizuka. Being it that Kaiba was his former lover, and was now dating Malik's sister, he figured he might go and talk to Malik about it. Jou wasn't the happiest of campers, either.

 

“Hey, Malik.” Jou said, making his way across the camp site and pulling up a chair. “What's up?”

 

The lavender-eyed boy shrugged indifferently. “Nothing, really,” He replied, swigging down a mouthful of his bourbon and cola.

 

“You've been watching Kaiba and Isis all night…What's on your mind?”

 

Malik looked up at Jou with his captivating mauve eyes. “It's just kind of hard to take on all at once, that's all.” Malik muttered.

 

“Yeah, tell me about it… I found out the hard way.” Jou muttered, taking a taste of his beer. “Your sister is half the reason why we broke up,”

 

“Really? I didn't know that… They're an odd couple, that's all I can say.” Malik mumbled. “I don't know if I can trust Kaiba with her.”

 

“I don't know either,” Jou said. “Not after what he did with me. But, I've gotten over it.” Jounouchi continued. “On the whole though, I guess he isn't so bad. Fucked in the head, yeah, but he's a good lover, when he wants to be,”

 

“He doesn't seem like that sort of person,” Malik said, surprised. He looked across to the couple sitting in a swing-chair together on the other side of the fire, covered in blankets just talking and giggling together. “He seems like… he just wants a fuck.”

 

Jounouchi chuckled quietly. “That's what I thought… But he's not really the type of guy who just wants to get his dick wet. He's really quite shy… modest, even.”

 

That sounds all too familiar, Malik thought sarcastically to himself. Marik had always told Malik to stop being so modest about his body. Even Bakura told him to stop being such a wimp and get naked, but that was when… err, never mind that. Malik was glad he didn't remember most of that night. It was frightening. Bakura was scary to be in bed with, to say the least. Ra knows what Ryou sees in him, Malik mused. Oh well, there must be something there that he likes about him… Anyway, going off topic again… Kaiba, shy? Never!

 

“That asshole isn't shy!” Malik retaliated. “He's a stuck-up jerk!”

 

“Yeah, pretty much.” Jou said in agreement. “But you never know. Maybe it'll work out.” With that said, the honey-eyed boy patted Malik once on the knee, rose from his seat and returned to his tent.

 

Malik sighed and discarded his empty bottle into the cardboard box that served as one of the many trash disposals around the site. He decided he might as well hit the sack, as it appeared that everyone was also turning in for the night. He decided he needed to pass his water before going to sleep, so he found a nearby tree that was out of the way of everyone, and began to relieve himself. As he was doing so, he noticed something a fair distance away into the woods. It was a tall, shadowy silhouette, and it wasn't a tree or shrub. It looked almost… out of place. Maybe it's just a rock or something that I didn't notice before… Malik thought, until he saw the shape move ever so slightly. His heart began to pulse in his throat and his breathing came in jagged breaths. Okay, maybe you're just imagining things… just zip yourself up and turn around slowly… it will be gone in the morning… In thinking this, Malik took his eyes off of the shape and turned away, running back to his tent as fast as he could.

 

**~***~**

 

“Are you going to tell me what's wrong or… not?” Marik asked, positioning his body to mold to Malik's shape.

 

“I thought I saw something,” Malik said, curling up tighter under the covers and backing closer into Marik. “It looked like someone standing in the forest, but I couldn't quite make it out.”

 

“It was probably nothing.” Marik reasoned, laying his head on the nape of Malik's neck.

 

Malik wished he could agree. “Yami?”

 

“What?”

 

“…Happy Halloween,”

 

“You too…” Marik replied sleepily. “Maybe I should do something special for you… Since it's a holiday, and all that,”

 

Malik closed his eyes and relaxed as he felt Marik's slender fingers flutter down his body. Gooseflesh rose on his skin quickly and flashes of fire accompanied it as Marik wandered further down his abdomen, drawing little spirals and patterns as he went. Marik had studied sexual pleasure down to a fine art, and he was an expert at picking up what sort of mood Malik was in. Whether he wanted a hard, fast, diabolical fuck, or slow, sensual, touchy-feely sex - Marik knew. He began to kiss down the backside of Malik's neck and slowly turned his hikari's body over to face him.

 

“Do you want me to?” Marik asked, gently brushing aside a wisp of platinum blond strands away from Malik's eye.

 

Malik looked down, processing the query, knowing exactly what his darkness was questioning. He sighed and closed his eyes. “Yeah, I do. Maybe it will put my mind off of that… thing, I saw.”

 

“Believe me, it will…” Marik purred, swiftly moving Malik underneath him and settling between his legs. He brushed the hair out of Malik's eyes, looking into the heliotrope depths that faced him. He could see the nervous fear behind the glazed-over surfaces, reminding him of the confused and frightened emotions that Malik had once held within. That was the first time they had had a sexual encounter that had actually meant something. “You know what you remind me of right now?”

 

Malik creased a brow. “What?”

 

“Do you remember the first time I told you I thought I was in love with you?” Marik asked in barely a whisper, nuzzling the side of Malik's pulsing neck.

 

Malik closed his eyes again and moaned softly at the light physical contact. “Mmm…Yeah…”

 

“I'll never forget that look in your eyes…” Marik whispered huskily, placing a kiss below Malik's ear. “…and the way you told me you felt the same,”

 

Malik whimpered a little, thrusting his hips slowly upwards to meet with his lover's own. “I remember everything about that day,” Malik whispered. “It was like… for the first time in my life, things were taking a 180 degree turn in the right direction. That's the only thing I remember feeling…”

 

Marik looked down at Malik whose eyes were now shining with a sheen of tears over them. He tilted Malik's chin up between his forefinger and thumb, and with honed skills, he kissed Malik with unbridled passion and nourishing love. Malik returned the kiss just as eagerly, now having fully forgotten about what had freaked him out earlier in the night. Indulging in Marik's devotion was one thing he could always count on to make him feel better, even in the worst of times.

 

Marik started to kiss and nip at the rippled muscles in Malik's abdomen, leaving tingling trails that immediately sent blood gorging toward Malik's groin. He groaned and arched his back as he felt Marik's nimble fingers sliding beneath the elastic of his cotton boxers, slowly peeling them off and down his legs. Malik struggled to quickly free himself from the offending material and sighed when he was free. He lifted the covers over Marik's head so he could see what Marik was about to do.

 

Marik redirected his eyes upward to meet Malik's peering down at him. “Say you want me,” Marik whispered.

 

“I want you…” Malik moaned. “…so bad…Un, Marik!” Malik gasped as his yami's mouth engulfed his engorged manhood.

 

Marik grinned to himself before starting to work his experienced tongue over his hikari's rigid flesh. “You sound so fucking sexy when you moan like that,” He mumbled, and then went back to licking, sucking and twirling around his object of affection.

 

“Gods, harder! More!” Malik urged in a strangled gasp as he bucked his hips wildly, impatient for more contact. His hands were buried in Marik's platinum blond locks, tugging softly at them but not so much as to hurt him.

 

Marik was becoming intensely aroused solely on the mewling sounds of utmost pleasure that his hikari was making. He had to make adjustments each time Malik nearly threw them both off of the makeshift bed. “Mmm… come on, come for me, you raunchy little bitch!” Marik mumbled as he started to deep-throat him. His free hand snaked down into his own pants and he started to beat himself off.

 

“Ah! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, FUCK YEAH!” Malik screamed, shuddering violently before his orgasm released into Marik's mouth. “Oh Ra… that was amazingly fucking good…” he muttered before heaving a tired sigh and collapsing in a sweat onto his pillow.

 

“But I'm not done yet,” Marik sad as he crawled back up and rolled over onto his side of the bed. He continued to sexually assault himself, thrashing his hips upward into the motion of his own hand, moaning as he started to feel the familiar feeling of elated pressure building within him. “Malik, pass me that t-shirt on the ground there,” Marik said through heavy breaths.

 

Malik did so and propped himself up on his elbow to watch the display. If anything turned him on, it was watching Marik masturbating. He had such a tight, muscled body and long, hard cock that he couldn't resist watching. He knew it sounded terribly vain, seeing as he and Marik looked so similar, but they certainly did have their differences. He felt his own member start to twitch and fill with blood once again in watching, but he knew there would be no point in getting excited all over again. By now Marik's member was slick with pre-cum and the slapping sound made by his hand indicated that he was thoroughly getting his rocks off.

 

“Uh…oh, UH! GODS!” Marik shrieked as his hot white essence ejaculated high into the air and came down again onto his stomach. He writhed about riotously, thrusting his hips upward until he was sure there was nothing left. With a sudden gesture, he lay down and moaned from the tiny aftershocks coursing through his body, and closed his eyes.

 

Malik lay down with him and stared at him, his chest rising and falling evenly. “Yami… that was really hot,”

 

Marik opened his eyes and cleaned up his mess with the t-shirt Malik had handed to him earlier. He rolled over and wriggled close to Malik's form until he felt the warmth of his counterpart's tranquil body. He then laid his head down and gave Malik a gentle kiss on the lips. “Aishiteru, hikari.”

 

Malik smiled and returned the intimate gesture. “I love you too, Marik.”

 

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