Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ I WIsh I May, I Wish I Might ❯ The Result ( Chapter 3 )

Okay, here we go again. This chapter is the same blatant tease it was last time. Just so I stop getting mobbed about it. Bakura is SUPPOSED to be very OOC around Yugi. And Yes, once I finish reposting this, I will be doing a prequel about how they got together; called Starlight Star bright. And, for those who didn't know, I DID finish this story last time. They just took it down about a day after I posted the last chapter X_X;;; My poor poor reviews… All 320 of them. I've never had HALF that many before ::Whines::

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Disclaimer:..........odds are, if I need a disclaimer, then I don't own it. XP

Wahoo! Part four. And so many reviews!!!! *huggles everyone* I can't believe how much everyone likes this story! I'm so sorry I didn't get it out sooner.
I just hope nobody kills me for this chapter....>.>.......

Ahem. Just a note, Mikha is my little made-up name for Yami Malik's past life. You can use it if you want to (Though I don't know why you would.) ^^;;; You'll notice that this chapter seems to be in parts. I worked especially hard on the third part and it's dedicated to Enkidu because I STILL haven't finished the story she requested.....^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
Anyway, on with the story.

I Wish I May, I Wish I Might

By Dai-onna (and Star-chan)

Yugi sighed a little as another customer left. He couldn't believe how busy it had gotten after his Yami had left. He was grateful that his friends were still here. He didn't know what he would do without their help. As it was, he was still feeling a little run down. As much as he didn't like to admit it, sometimes running the shop on his own was a little, or in this case a lot, too much for him to handle.
Though, he protested in his defense, The shop hadn't really been this busy since last Christmas, so it wasn't really his fault, right? Right.

He shivered a little when he felt a pair of warm arms encircle him from behind, and purred slightly, leaning back against Bakura. Just after he had gotten off the phone with his Yami, he had told the former tomb robber that Mokuba would be staying here a few days, while his Yami looked after Kaiba, and Bakura had offered to stay and look after them. Oh, they both knew he had ulterior motives, but he was about to turn down the help, or the company.
Besides, he thought with a slight smile, who was to say that he didn't have ulterior motives of his own? He giggled slightly and looked up at the tomb robber, who was watching him with something akin to amusement glimmering in his narrow chocolate eyes.

He scrunched his nose a little when the other dropped a small kiss on it, causing him to scowl at him in mock annoyance. Though inside he was glowing.

Finally the shop was ready to close, and he sighed a little in relief. If he'd had the energy, he would have been jumping up and down cheering, but as it was, his lover behind him was probably the only thing keeping him upright at the moment. He closed his eyes and leaned back against Bakura as Joey turned over the closed sign. It just figured that the one day he took over the shop for his grandfather would turn out to be the busiest day of the year so far. And to top that, his Yami was elsewhere.

He grinned a little to himself as he recalled the phone call he'd gotten from his dark other. The end of it had left him smiling like and idiot for nearly an hour, but he couldn't help it.
'My Yami likes Seto...' He thought, somewhat amusedly. The irony of it wasn't lost on him, but he couldn't help but find himself happy with the idea. They would be good together; he decided. Whether they knew it or not, Seto and his Yami had a passion between them that rivaled anything he'd ever seen.

'Even if It's only been directed at duel monsters, it's still there... maybe this thing, whatever it is that's troubling Kaiba-kun, will give them a chance to figure it out.' He thought hopefully. Though he hadn't been as attentive as he should have been lately, he had noticed that his Yami had grown somber, and it didn't take an idiot to see why. Yami had become an outcast among his own friends, at least in his own mind, and there was little any of them could do about it. What his Yami needed was someone all his own. He only hoped that Kaiba could be that person.

He blinked a little when he felt Bakura poking his cheek and looked up at the other, curiously. Bakura grinned down at him slightly, an air of amusement around him. He raised an eyebrow to the other in question.

"You spaced out." He said, obviously amused. "Your friends have already left."
Yugi blinked a little in surprise at that, startled to find that the others were indeed gone. Yugi just studied the empty shop for a moment before grinning to himself and turning in the other's arms.
Mokuba had gone upstairs not long after Yami had called, saying that he wanted to go to bed early, leaving them completely to themselves. Something which was very rare, and not to be taken for granted.

He purred a little and reached up to wrap his arms around the other's neck, moving as close as possible to him. Bakura, obviously pleased with the action, ran his hand through the smaller boy's surprisingly soft hair, threading it around his fingers. Yugi sighed softly at the tender contact, loving the way that the normally harsh fiend could be so gentle with him.

He squeaked a little in surprise when the other lifted him up, setting him on the counter. Yugi blinked a little, then smiled since he was closer to the other's height now, and Bakura leaned down, closing the less awkward gap, and covered his lips with his own.
Yugi made a sound of delight, tightening his arms around the other's neck, and parted his lips in invitation for the other. He purred in delight when the other's tongue dipped into his mouth, and his own darted out, less than hesitantly, to meet it. He shivered a little when he felt the other's hands move beneath his shirt, the cool fingers pressed against his heated skin causing goosebumps to rise along his flesh. He couldn't help the soft moan that escaped his lips, only to be muffled by the other's. Being in Bakura's arms like this affected him like nothing else and it only seemed to intensify with time.

He ran his fingers through the silken spikes of the other's hair, marveling in it, and pulled the other closer, if possible. He wrapped his small, lithe legs around the other's hips, holding him in place as the kiss intensified.

A small gasp was torn from his throat when one of the other's roaming hands brushed over a hardening peak, causing small ripples of pleasure to flood his system. His shivered in the other's firm hold, his hands tightening into fists in the mass of pastel colored hair, and arched his back, seeking more contact.

The former tomb robber eagerly obliged him, using his skilled hands to toy with the hardened buds, pinching at them lightly and rolling them between his fingers. Soft moans fell continuously from Yugi's lips and he panted for air, having suddenly forgotten how to breathe correctly.

Bakura grinned a little, loving how responsive the little one was to his actions, and began to kiss and nip at his neck, sucking lightly on the tender skin there. Yugi practically melted against him and he took great delight in the close contact. To him, there was nothing more incredible than the feel of the smaller one's supple body pressed against his own hard, lean form. His hands slipped subtly between them, deftly unfastening the other's shirt with precise, experienced motions.

His hands parted the encasing leather and slid it down the boy's arms before tossing it aside for the moment. Yugi shivered a little, feeling self-conscious under the other's heated gaze. He couldn't help it. He knew he wasn't as tall and slender as his Yami. That he was underdeveloped as far as muscles went. There was no way he wasn't going to feel less than adequate when one of the most beautiful people he had even seen was starring at him so intently.

All thoughts of insecurity fled his mind, however, when the dark one's mouth clamped down on one of the tightened buds and he cried out a little in startled pleasure.

His small hands came up to fist tightly in the other's hair and he panted for breath as the fiend gently nursed the taut peak. Small moans fell from his lips and his back arched slightly towards the fiend's talented mouth.

"B-bakura..." He managed to gasp out. His mind wasn't in it's clearest state and it was getting harder to hold onto rational thought.

Bakura smirked a little against the boy's smooth chest and looked up at him with lazy chocolate eyes.
"Hmm?"
Yugi looked at the other through his hazy eyes and panted for air as he forced his mind to work.
"Can we not do this on the counter here? I have a perfectly good bed upstairs."
A large grin broke out across the fiend's face and, before Yugi even had time to blink, he had scooped the smaller boy into his arms and carried him upstairs.

Joey kicked absently at some rocks as he walked home from the game shop, vaguely wondering what was up with Kaiba and why Yami was going to such lengths to help him. Sure, he supposed that Kaiba was their friend, in an extremely unfriendly sort of way, and sure, Yami seemed to have a yen for helping out people who needed it, but, for the longest time, he had had the sinking suspicion that there was something more there.
It didn't take an idiot to see them staring at each other and to know that if something walked between them, they would burst into flame at the intensity of it.
That kind of passion doesn't come from Duel Monsters alone. He mused, shoving his hands in his pockets. Is it possible that Yami and Kaiba have something going on between them? He wondered, making a slight face at the thought. It wasn't that he didn't think that they would be good together, because it was obvious to anyone who looked that they seemed to be a perfect match. And it wasn't that he wouldn't be happy for his friend; as long as Yami was happy, that was all that mattered to him.
It was just that he really didn't like Kaiba.

He grinned a little to himself at that thought, and rolled his eyes the slightest bit, though the amused expression was ruined when someone behind him yanked him roughly and shoved him against a telephone pole. When he was able to gather his wits he became aware of a firm, demanding pair of lips that were now covering his own.

He moaned a little, bringing his hands up to grasp the Egyptian spirit's hips, holding him firmly as he responded to the heated kiss. The other's mouth was hot and fierce against his own, his insistent tongue demanding entrance to him mouth that he eagerly gave, his own tongue darting out to meet it.
A groan was torn from his throat when he felt the other's hands move beneath his shirt and he arched into the other's welcome touch, his body amazingly responsive to it. He ran his hands up and down over the other's back, admiring the lean, trim muscle beneath his clothing, and tried to pull him even closer, their bodies pressed flush together so that he could feel exactly how turned on the other was. It did incredible things to his body to feel the other's restrained arousal pressed firmly against his thigh, which was now rubbing against the other teasingly, and he felt his own need beginning to churn in the pit of his stomach.
He pulled in a gasp of air when the mouth covering his moved along his jaw line to his neck, kissing and nipping roughly at the tender flesh there. He already knew that, when the other was finished, there were be a multitude of dark splotches littering his neck, something he had become familiar with since getting involved with the spirit, but at the moment, he couldn't really bring himself to care.
A slight cry was torn from his throat when the other bit down, but other than that, only moans could be heard coming from him, along with whimpering pleas for more.
His own hands had maneuvered beneath the other's shirt and he ran his hands over the other's smooth, bronzed skin, able to picture it clearly in his mind's eye as his hands explored the delectable expanse. He was rewarded with a muffled groan when his thumb brushed over one of the other's hardened nipples and he could feel a slight tremor run through the other's body. He shivered himself slightly, the dark spirit's hands roaming aimlessly over him back, his nails raking light paths over his skin, leaving red scratches in their wake. He hissed a little, panting against the other's ear.
He took the delicate lobe between his teeth, nipping lightly at it, then moved farther back, burying his face in the other's cream-colored hair and sucking on the spot behind his ear. He could hear the moan that fell from the other's lips and whimpered a little when the other's mouth left his neck. He leaned his head back against the telephone pole, closing his eyes and tried to catch his breath. Sometimes it amazed him that the other had such power over him, that, with just a few kisses, he could be reduced to a quivering puddle.

His breath caught completely in his throat when he felt the other pushing his shirt up and a gasp escaped him as he felt the fiend's hot mouth kissing a slow, thorough, trail up his sternum, and his hands rose to fist in the other's hair, too helpless to do anything else. He shivered violently, and soft, breathy moans fell from his lips, to be replaced with a loud keening sound as the other's mouth closed around one of his nipples, just for a moment, before he pulled back and blew his cool breath on it, watching it tighten.
Joey moaned loudly and his body shuddered in response to the other's teasing actions, something else he had grown accustomed to.
His own hands tugged a little at the other's hair and he pulled that torturous mouth back to his own, claiming it in another searing kiss. The other's tongue forced it's way into his mouth, not that there was much resistance, and he stroked his own tongue along it, eliciting small shivers from his maniacal lover.

He groaned slightly when he felt the other's hands at the waistband of his pants. It took all the willpower he had to pull the other's hands away. He moaned a little in loss when the other pulled back from his lips to give him a fierce look that he had no trouble recognizing.

He gave the spirit an irritated glance.

"No, Mikha, I am not having sex on the street! And before you even think about it, I'm not having sex in an alley again, either." He reprimanded. "Once was more than enough for me."
Yami Malik winced at the other's use of his given name and, not for the first time, regretted telling the blonde. Though, while he wasn't about to admit it to anyone, he liked the way it sounded when the blonde said it. Even when it was in exasperation, it came out like a sigh, as if he were speaking of something reverent. And, to his credit, the blonde hadn't actually told anyone that it was his name. Something he was grateful for since he didn't really want to have to murder his lover.

He huffed a little in annoyance and moved back from the other and scowled at him a little, placing his hands on his hips.
"You're no fun." He muttered, watching the blonde straighten his clothes.
Joey just rolled his eyes and began to walk home again, not needing to look to know that the other was falling into step right beside him. He could practically feel it when the other was near, the heat and desire radiating off of him; though he still wasn't certain why that desire was directed at him of all people, but anyway, he wasn't complaining.

"Right." He drawled in regard to the other's comment. "Like I'm not going to let you jump me the second we get in the door to the apartment." Heh, 'let', that was a good one. The dark spirit would be all over him whether he 'let' him or not. He thought with a wry grin. Though, he had yet to try and protest the other's actions, and didn't see it happening in the near future. He enjoyed it too much.

Yami Malik rolled his eyes a little and wrapped his arm around the blonde's waist, pulling him against him as they walked.
"Yeah, yeah, so walk faster, Goldilocks."

Ryou sighed contentedly as he sat down on his couch, Malik beside him, and leaned against his boyfriend, slightly tired. He watched lazily as Malik turned on the TV and started up a movie, since they had decided earlier to spend a quiet evening at home.
Ryou blushed a little as it occurred to him that their 'quiet evenings at home' were usually the ones that turned into hot sex, but he wasn't about to complain.

He smiled a little as the Egyptian boy's arm came around him and he curled into the other's embrace, tucking his feet up under him.

He was slightly worn out from all the work he'd done that day, helping Yugi at the shop. It was amazing how busy it had gotten during the late afternoon, and they had all had their hands full. He absently wondered what Yami had been doing during that time. None of them actually knew what was going on with Kaiba and it seemed more than a little peculiar to him that Yami would willingly stay for an extended period of time with the young billionaire. It also seemed highly suspicious, at least to him, anyway. He'd always wondered if, perhaps there was something between Seto and Yami that they had been keeping to themselves. It seemed obvious that there was something combustible between the two, and it seemed odd that it hadn't exploded yet.
Malik looked over at his lover, noting that he was lost in his thoughts and took a moment to observe him in silence, taking him in with avid appreciation. To him, Ryou was the most beautiful creature to ever walk the planet and he couldn't get enough of simply looking at him.
Ne, Ryou, what are you thinking about?" He finally asked, breaking through the other's thoughts.
Ryou blinked a little and looked up at him with a thoughtful expression.

"I was wondering if Yami and Kaiba are sleeping together and keeping it a secret. It's seems odd that they aren't screwing each other senseless by now."
Malik blinked once, then twice at his lover, his eyes slightly wide. He brought a hand up to the boy's forehead, feeling the temperature, then reached for his wrist to check his pulse. Surely this couldn't be his Ryou. His shy, sweet, demure Ryou. It just wasn't possible. He leaned in close to the other, looking him over with a critical eye.
"Well you look like Ryou..." He murmured.

The platinum haired boy blinked a little, then scowled slightly, hitting the other on the arm in mock annoyance. Malik smirked a little, moving even closer to his pastel haired lover.

I don't know, though, you sure don't act like my Ryou; imagine, hitting me." He cooed. "I guess I'll have to make sure, ne?" He purred, sliding his hand around the other's waist and pulling him into his lap. He grinned a little as his hands roamed over the boy's backside.
"Mmm, yep, this feels the same." he murmured, causing the other boy to flush a soft pink. "But I think I'm going to need further testing to be sure."
He pulled the other down into a light, playful kiss; flicking his tongue out along the other's lips and feeling them part, almost tentatively, in response. He purred softly and dipped his tongue in, savoring the unique flavor that was his lover's own. Ryou's mouth began to respond, slowly at first, and then more insistent, beneath his, and he grinned a little against the other's lips when he felt his hands fist in the material of his shirt for a moment.

Ryou moaned softly into the kiss, reaching up and wrapping his arms around the other's neck, pulling himself closer. He loved the way it felt to be in Malik's hold, and wanted to feel as much of it as possible. He hmmed softly in delight when the other's hands moved from his backside to his waist, slipping beneath his shirt, His hands were cool, and, against his heated skin, he couldn't suppress a shiver. He tightened his arms around the other's neck, his fingers twining around the silken mass of the other's hair.

Malik purred in delight at the other boy's response, his hands sliding over the other the smooth expanse of the other's back. Ryou's skin was always so soft and supple, he couldn't get enough of touching him. He finally just pulled the other's shirt off, casting it aside, and bearing the other's smooth chest to gaze. He sucked in a quick breath at the sight that greeted him.

"Gods, Ryou..." He panted breathlessly, just staring at him in unwavering awe. He was certain that as long as he lived, he would never see anything as beautiful as the other Hikari.

Ryou flushed under the other's intense gaze, aware of the husky note in his voice and the glimmer in his eyes. It was enough to have Ryou's eyes watering. No one had ever looked at him with such passion, such desire as the other did. It was hard to believe at times. He smiled brightly at the other's expression, leaning in to kiss the other deeply. There was no hesitation in his actions this time as he slid his tongue over the other's lip, coaxing him needlessly into responding.

He gasped softly against the other's lips when the hands that were previously on his back moved to his chest, his fingers brushing lightly over the taut peaks there. He moaned a little, leaning into the other's tender touch. Little sparks of pleasure erupted wherever the other touched him. Passion, basic and simple, flooded him and he was helpless to resist its pull. He melted against the other, fitting against him perfectly, as their mouths melded together. His hands gripped the other's hair tightly, clinging to it like an anchor as the other's tongue swept through his mouth, leaving no surface untouched; un-tasted.

It wasn't the first time, not by far, but the sensations, the wealth of feelings and emotions, remained exactly the same. There was no hesitation in his touch as his hands, releasing the other's hair, slid down the other's chest, reaching up under his shirt, seeking out the firm, sleek muscles that he knew were hidden there. He smiled a little when he felt, more than heard, the other purring in response. It satisfied him to no end to please his lover, and he took great joy in doing so.

He finally pulled away, pulling in a deep breath as he did so. He felt as if he had been submerged in the water for an extended period of time and was only just now breaking the surface. There was relief as he pulled air into his lungs, but there was also a bereft feeling of what he'd been released from, the exhilaration of being completely enveloped, knowing that there was a possibility that he might never escape, and that he might drown in it. He had a feeling that his analogy wasn't too far off base.

He found himself sucking in another, much more shallow, breath as the other's mouth found his neck, latching to it. He could feel a tingling beneath his skin, the other's light sucking pulling the blood to the surface, a purple splotch an obvious eventuality. He arched his neck to the other, baring the delicate skin there for his own devices. His own hands were gently kneading the Egyptian's sides, caressing the trim muscle and eliciting soft purrs from him.

He gave no protest when the other moved him from his lap and laid him out on the couch, never breaking the kiss. His mind was fogged with pleasure and he was drunk on it, barely aware of anything but the feeling that the other was provoking. His hands slid around to Malik's back, never moving from beneath his shirt, and roamed up over his shoulder blades, then back down, touching every inch that he could reach as the other's mouth moved down his neck, and he shivered, a small moan falling from his lips as the other traced a path with his tongue over his collarbone. His nails dug into the other's skin slightly, unable to help himself as he was assaulted with little licks of need.

He heard the other's slight hiss and retracted his nails, removing his hands from the other's shirt so that he could pull the garment off completely. He tossed it aside, running his hands almost reverently over the other's bared bronze shoulders, admiring the deep hue of his skin. He pressed his mouth to one of his shoulders, kissing it slightly, his lips lingering there.

Malik pulled back a little and he looked up at the other intently, his own chocolate eyes locking with the other's clear amethyst ones. He was held captivated by the open affection he saw shimmering there and smiled up at the other, reaching up to run a hand lightly over the other's cheek. His breath caught in his throat when the other smiled back at him, the sight more than a little endearing, and he couldn't help but stare.

He reached up, pulling the other down for a sweet, tender kiss before laying contentedly on the cushions of the couch as he surrendered himself to the will of his lover, certain to enjoy every minute.

Anzu laid out on her bed, Mai beside her as they watched the late-night movie on TV, casually munching on the bowl of popcorn that sat between them.
"Ne, Mai? What do you think Yami and Kaiba are doing right now?" Anzu asked, not looking away from the TV.
Mai blinked a little at the sudden question and shrugged a little.
"Knowing those to, they're either trying to rip each other's throats out, or rip each other's clothes off." She drawled. Anzu snorted a little at that.
"You know, you're probably right."

~~Owari~~

@.@;;;;; *hides from the lynch mobs* I'M SORRY!!!!!!! I know that was an awful, awful chapter, and nothing but a tease, but I had to get it out of the way. *ducks random flying projectiles.* ^^;;;;;;;
The next chapter will be better, I PROMISE!!!!!
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