Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Journey to Heaven ❯ Negotiation Tactics ( Chapter 19 )

WARNING: MARIK X MALIK LEMON AT END OF CHAPPIE! YAOI! TWO MEN MAKING LOVE! YEAH!

 

Caterfree: Torture is good. Hope you did good at your contest.

Kat: Feel Free to do more than kiss Seto's ass. Seto: O.O

I Is Me: That wasn't Yugi…Yami pretended to be Yugi when he went to see Seto.

Valea: Bakura was just wondering where Yami was….I think. Yami pretended to be Yugi.

Broken Time: Marik can't refuse Aten.

Draza: OOO…cookies!!! *hands Robbie plushies*

Shadow of Light: This is the last one she will lose before the one that lives. Mmm…BBQ Traitor.

Anubiset: Aria won't keep this one…it's the next one. I have things up my sleeve.

 

Negotiation Tactics

 

Marik blinked as he looked the teen in the icy blue eyes. “What did you just ask me?” Marik asked quietly.

Robbie swallowed hard as he felt fear grip his stomach. “I asked for your permission to marry Aten.”

Marik stood up and walked to the window silently, his mind flooded with a torrent of emotion.

 

Marik's POV

 

Marriage? Robbie and Aten?

My only son?

My baby boy?

How could I trust anyone else to care for him better than myself and Ryou?

……..

It's never been easy being a father.

For all of these years, I wanted to protect Aten from harm. I wanted him safe and happy.

I turned around to look Morgan in the face again.

Can I trust him to care for my dying boy?

Can I trust those hands not to harm him?

So far, I haven't been able to trust too many people with the care of my boy.

What else do you expect from me?

I've seen my son harmed by too many people to give him away easily.

However…..

Robbie has been nothing but a friend to Aten. Robbie has stayed with Aten whenever he needed surgery or had come down with the flu.

He stood up and walked over to me. “Marik, I promise to love your son forever. I love Aten. I want to be with him. I only want what you want for him. I want him to be happy.” He lowered his head. “I…I only want to see that he is loved.”

Loved……

There is a word that has been turned into a twisted emotion for my boy.

We love him as a family. I love him as my only child….the infant I bathed and held in my hands.

Ryou loves him with the limitless love that exists between a mother and her baby. Well…..in this case, a mother and HIS baby.

But Steven……Tim……have loved him with a twisted purpose.

My baby was hurt too young for me to give him up. My son…broken at two.

How twisted is that?

“Marik, I promise that I will devote my life to Aten's happiness. I want to see him live as much as you do.”

Are those tears in Robbie's eyes?

“Marik, I love your son so much that I can't bear to live my life without him by my side. I know we're young. We're probably too young. But, I want to give Aten the best years of his life. I don't want anyone else in my life, Mr. Ishtar. Aten is the only one for me.”

Aten and Robbie are young. However….I was meant to marry at fifteen.

It was our custom to marry young. But this is a new world.

New World.

New Rules.

New threats.

I looked into the teen's eyes and advanced on him. Much to my surprise, Robbie didn't back down.

He could hear me growling low in my throat. I clenched my teeth and my fists. My canines sharpened and my hair spiked.

………

He's not backing down!

Is he not afraid of me?

The panic in his eyes is telling me he is scared.

“Why are you not running?”

Robbie looked me in the eye. Scared as he was, he was not running away.

“Aren't you scared of me when I become my true self? I can easily take these canines and tear your throat out for what you have just asked me.”

Robbie nodded. “I…I know, s-sir.”

“Then why are you not afraid?”

Robbie swallowed hard. “I am…afraid.”

“Then why….aren't you running from me?”

The kid could feel my breath hit his face as he leaned down to his face.

“Because…..for Aten….I'd take on Lucifer himself…..s-sir.”

I stepped back from Robbie. His forehead was drenched with sweat…..fear sweat…terror sweat.

“You want to see my boy happy?”

“Yes, sir…more than anything else in the world.”

I looked out of the window into the night.

Robbie's willing to brave hell for Aten.

Good sign.

He knows what I am capable of.

Both of us want for Aten's welfare.

“What do you have to offer my son?”

Robbie removed a ring box from his pocket and showed it to me. “The only thing I have of value to offer your son is my love, Marik. I have no money. I'm not rich. I'm just plain…old….me. But what I feel for Aten is special. I only want what is best for him. I love him, Marik. I love your son.”

My eyes focused on Robbie again.

Robbie was a hard worker at his studies. He was always here for Aten when he needed him most.

Morgan has not left Aten's side since his heart attack. He has proven his worth there.

“I guess I'll have to go to Miranda to discuss the dowry.”

“Dowry?”

“Yes, dowry.”

Robbie's eyes lit up. “Does this mean that I can marry Aten?”

I stepped in front of Robbie again. “You have my permission to ask my son's hand in marriage and--.”

“OH, THANK YOU, MARIK!”

The teen threw himself at me and kissed my cheek. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and hugged me tightly. When he had calmed himself, I put my hands on his shoulders.

“I give you permission to ask my son's hand in marriage. However, Morgan….I have one request.”

“Anything!”

“Have you decided on the wedding ceremony?”

Robbie shook his head. “I still have to talk to my priest.”

“I do not mind the ceremony you choose….be it Muslim or Christian. My only request is that Aten keep his last name. You must affix the name `Ishtar' to your name. Your new name shall be

`Robert Allen Morgan-Ishtar.' That is my only request. My son will not abandon the family name. The Ishtar name must continue.”

Robbie nodded. “I agree to your terms, Marik. I know it means a lot to you and your family. I respect that. I still have to ask my priest if he will wed us. I don't think it will go over very well. Our church is really conservative. But we've been a part of that place for so long and I'm such an active member of the congregation, I don't see why it would be a big deal.”

Marik narrowed his eyes as he looked out of the window. A few years ago at Christmas, Marik had to stop Vidello from terrorizing his son.

******Flashback******

“FATHER!”

Marik stepped in the doorway and saw Vidello blocking Aten's exit out of the choir room. The blond yami took the sharp end of the Millennium Rod and pointed it at Vidello's back.

“Let my son out.”

Vidello stepped aside. Marik snarled and grabbed Vidello by the collar. Marik slammed the man into the wall face first. “How dare you forbid my son to wear his Ankh! That is a statement of who he is and where he comes from.”

Marik's blond hair spiked and twitched in frustration. “I can sense who you are….and if you ever come near my son again, I can tell you where you are going to go. Down. To. Hell. I will take you there….personally.”

******End Flashback****

Vidello was blocking Aten's exit out of the choir room. He remembered seeing the fear in his son's eyes as the priest expressed his disgust at Aten's family.

Marik turned his head to Robbie. “Robert, I do not think he will bless your marriage.”

“Why wouldn't he?”

The yami rolled his eyes. “Because you are gay. I don't trust him.”

Robbie shrugged. “It's worth a shot.”

“You are too trusting, Robbie. If you want to ask Vidello if he will bless your marriage to Aten, be my guest. However, I do not think you will find him as receptive to the idea as you think.”

“Well, I want to try.”

Marik raised an eyebrow. `Persistent little mortal, isn't he?'

“Fine, try. But I'm warning you, Robbie, it may not be such a good idea.”

Robbie walked up to Marik and hugged him again. “Thank you for letting me marry Aten, sir. You know Aten is in good hands with me.”

Marik turned to Robbie, his eyes taking on a red, furious glow. “He better be, Robbie. If I find out that Aten was harmed……”

Robbie shook his head. “No, I'd never do that!”

“See that you don't.”

“I have to get home to mom now. Goodbye, Marik. Thanks again!”

Marik watched Robbie leave and sat on the couch.

`I just gave my son away to Robbie…..'

Ryou stepped out of the kitchen. “Marik? Why so sad?”

The blond yami buried his face in his hands. “I…I just gave permission to Robbie to ask Aten's hand in marriage.”

Ryou blinked. He dropped his glass of water on the carpet and his jaw dropped in shock.

“WHAT?!”

Malik and Bakura ran downstairs at Ryou's scream.

“What's wrong?” Malik asked.

“Ishtar?! What's wrong?” Bakura gasped.

Marik looked up. “Robbie was just here. I just gave him permission to marry Aten.”

Malik and Bakura's eyes widened. Malik cheered. Bakura cocked his head to the side.

“What in Ra's name made you do that?” Bakura asked.

“Because I want my son to be happy, Itemri. He doesn't have much time left and…..I just want him to be happy.”

Ryou started to cry. “I'm so happy!”

Malik ran down the steps excitedly. “We have a lot of planning to do!”

Marik shook his head. “Robbie's taking care of all the arrangements.”

Malik bounced up and down. “This is going to be so great! Aten's getting married!”

Malik hugged Ryou.

The white-haired hikari sniffled. “I never thought that I'd see my boy walk down the isle.”

“Well, Ryou, I'd have to discuss that with Miranda. I have some negotiating to do tomorrow,” he said with a smile as he licked his lips.

Malik stopped bouncing. His body sagged. “You have to see Miranda tomorrow?”

The blond yami's predatorial eyes narrowed and he licked his lips. “Why, yes, Malik. I have to do some negotiating.”

Malik rolled his eyes. “Great….another day I won't be able to walk.”

“You enjoy it, hikari.”

“After you see her, can you please not carry me up the stairs like a caveman and screw the hell out of me for the rest of the night?”

Marik chuckled. “I make no promises. Besides, it's not that bad, Malik. After twelve years I'd thought you'd be used to it.”

Malik sighed. “Every time you see Miranda, it's the same thing. You come home horny as shit, carry me up the stairs over your shoulder, drop me on the bed, and hump my brains out.”

Bakura leered at Ryou. “Hey, that sounds like fun, baby.”

Ryou shook his head. “You are not carrying me over the shoulder, Bakura Osiris Itemri, so stop sending me those mental images and…..” Ryou felt Bakura touching him through their mindlink. “Stop touching me through the mindlink!”

Malik crossed his arms. “This time, Yami Marik Jibade Ishtar, you'll have to handle yourself after seeing Miranda….literally.”

“You're no fun, Malik Ramses Ishtar.”

Marik stood up and pressed himself against Malik. His hands slipped down under Malik's jeans and started rubbing the buttocks underneath. He saw Malik loosen and melt into his touch. “See? I told you that you would like it.”

Isis and Odion opened the door and gasped, seeing Marik's hands in Malik's pants.

“Oh sweet Ra!” Isis gasped.
Odion shook his head in dismay. “Marik Ishtar, what are you doing?”

“Touching my husband's ass. Why?”

Isis closed her eyes. “Calm blue ocean….calm blue ocean.”

Marik removed his hands from under Malik's pants and strode over to the Egyptian woman. “Do you feel left out, Isis? I could touch your ass if you wanted me to. You can touch mine. Feel free.”

Odion walked past Isis. “I think I'm going to be sick.”

Marik snickered. “You're just jealous, Odion.”

Odion turned. “I could never be jealous of you or what you are, demon.”

The blond yami narrowed his eyes and his hair spiked. “At least I enjoy the finer things in life.”

“Like mind control and abuse?”

Marik snarled. “THAT'S IT!” Marik raised the Millennium Rod.

Malik jumped in the way. “No, yami! Don't!”

Isis looked up. “Odion, please. We are guests in this home.”

“I pay the rent and the bills,” Marik growled. “I deserve some respect or you'll find yourself sleeping on the grass, Odion Ishtar.”

Isis walked up to Marik. “Congratulations on the impending wedding of your son, Marik.”

“Thank you, Isis.”

The woman smiled. “I know that you have made the right decision for your Aten. You could not have picked a better husband for your boy.”

Ryou ran to Isis and hugged her. “I'm so happy!”

Isis held Ryou. “Don't worry about Aten, Ryou. He's going to be fine.”

“We have news for all of you,” Odion said. “We have found the pharaoh.”

Bakura growled. “What?!”

“He has been taking the appearances of people in our family to undermine our loyalty to each other.”

The white-haired yami spiked his hair and his canines sharpened. “That bastard!”

“We caught him before he could attack Otogi.”

Marik rolled his eyes. “Otogi fights like a girl…..no surprise there.”

“He was pretending to be Tristan when we found him.”

Marik gripped the Millennium Rod in his hand. “He's pretending to be Tristan? Otogi wouldn't stand a chance. You know how muscular Tristan is.”

Isis looked at the four men. “Be careful, boys. If Yami can take on anyone's appearance, none of us is safe. You should warn Aria not to trust anyone who acts out of character around her.”

Ryou nodded. “She knows to watch out. But I will tell her.”

“This is serious, Ryou. You do not want Aria to lose this baby.”

The four men dropped their jaws and their eyes widened.

Bakura groaned. “Aria….pregnant? Again?!”

Isis walked up to Bakura and touched his cheek lightly. “This pregnancy is not her fault, Bakura. She could not help it.”

“Umi's going to get a talking to again.”

“Umi Aquarius Tsunami is not this child's baby.”

Bakura narrowed his eyes. “Whose baby is it?”

Isis backed away, fearing Bakura's reaction. “Bandit Keith.”

Bakura grabbed Marik by his hair and tugged. “We're going hunting. Come with me, Ishtar.”

Marik growled as Bakura dragged him out of the house.

Ryou shook his head. “How could Bandit Keith be the father?”

Isis held Ryou's arm. “Your daughter was raped, Ryou. That is what caused Aten to go yami….and which caused him to have his heart attack.”

Ryou's hand went to his mouth. “Oh my god….”

“Aria has needed Umi here to help her through this. She has shown much more resilience to what happened to her compared to her brother. But you should warn her or she will lose this baby like she did her last.”

“I will, Isis.”

Ryou walked upstairs to be with his daughter. Malik looked around.

“How did you know it was Yami and not Tristan?”

“I could sense him,” Isis said. “His magic was interfering with my Necklace earlier, but the farther I moved away from Aria, the better my necklace functioned.”

Malik raised an eyebrow. “Away from Aria?”

“Yes. There is some type of dark magic coming from Aria. I don't know what it is exactly, but it appears to be concentrated around her belly.”

Malik crossed his arms. “My Millennium Rod wasn't working the other day. I couldn't control minds.”

Isis turned to Odion. “Yami is trying to disrupt the power of the Millennium Items.”

Malik shook his head. “And he's taking on the appearance of our friends and family. What are we going to do?”

“Odion and I must return to Egypt, Malik. We must investigate this dark magic ourselves.”

Odion looked down. “I spent my entire life serving the pharaoh and watching his tomb. Now what am I going to do?”

“We can't live our life for the pharaoh anymore, Odion,” Malik said. “It's time we lived our own life. The life that our ancestors were denied.”

The tall Egyptian nodded. “Yes. We must abandon the pharaoh….for he has betrayed us all.”

Isis and Odion nodded. “Yes. We must live in a whole new world, Odion.”

Malik stepped up to his step-brother and sister. He hugged them tightly.

“We're finally free of the pharaoh. We cannot live to serve him anymore.”

**********************************

Bakura walked through the dark streets of the Domino slums. He stood under a street light and growled as he looked around. “BROTHERS! COME TO ME!”

Out of the shadows came the thieves, rapists, and murderers of Domino. They surrounded Bakura.

“You all received my message. You all know why I am here. I WANT ALL OF YOU TO LISTEN AND LISTEN WELL! I want each of you to track down Bandit Keith Howard! I want you all to find that son of a bitch, fucking cut his testicles off and bring them to me on a fucking silver platter! Every single one of you! That cocksucker put his hands on my daughter!” Bakura pointed an accusatory finger into the crowd. “When you find him, I want the shit tortured out of his ass! I want him stabbed, shot, drawn, quartered, hung, castrated, flattened, dismembered, disembowled, raped, his tongue cut out, heart ripped out, brains scraped out of his skull, and I want his fucking insides placed in jars and I want his fucking body incinerated! DO I MAKE MYSELF CRYSTAL-FUCKING-CLEAR?!”

“Yes, Lord Bakura,” the crowd said, bowing to their white-haired king.

“I want no trace of Bandit Keith to remain in this world! Now get the hell out of my site and search for this mother fucker!!”

From the other end of the block, he saw red glowing eyes approaching him. Marik stepped under the streetlight beside Bakura.

Behind Marik stood men in black and white suits.

“I have my Mafias behind me, Itemri. Where do you want them to search?”

Bakura looked behind him and saw his street thugs and back at the men dressed in suits and ties.

One man stepped out of Marik's crowd. “We don't work with street slime.”

Marik turned to the Italian man. “You will work with these people and like it or I can make an example out of you. Your choice.”

The man stepped back into his crowd.

Bakura stepped in front of the Mafias. “Your job is to look for Bandit Keith! I want this son of a bitch dead for putting his hands on my daughter!”

“They know their mission, Itemri.”

“The Japanese Mafia will search the search the East side for him! The Italian Mafia will search the South! My men will take the West and North Side of Domino! I want this asshole dead! Go!”

Marik turned to his men. “Go find Bandit Keith!”

The crowd dispersed as the two yamis stood under the streetlight.

“Bandit Keith is a dead man….a fucking dead man!” Bakura snarled.

*****************************

Robbie walked towards his church with his hands in his pockets. His heart leapt with joy.

Aten was going to be his husband!

His!

Robbie looked up at the church. `I've been an active member of this place. I'd love it if I could marry Aten here.'

Robbie ran up the steps to the church and walked in. He entered the church and walked towards Vidello's office.

He knocked on the door. “Father Vidello?”

“Come in!”

Robbie opened the door and peeked his head in. “Father Vidello? Can I see you a moment?”

“Come in, Robert Allen,” the priest said with a smile. “What can I do for you today?”

“Father Vidello, umm…I have a question to ask you.”

Vidello put down his pen. “What is it, my child?”

“I am going to ask someone to marry me and I want to know if you would perform the ceremony.”

Vidello smiled. “I am so proud of you, Robert! This is a glorious time for you. The bonds of matrimony are joyful.”

“I have to `pop the question' first.”

“Is it someone I know?”

Robbie shrugged. “Yeah, kinda.”

“Is this girl a member of this congregation?”

Robbie shifted his eyes uncomfortably. `Why is he jumping to conclusions? Just because I'm a guy means that I HAVE to marry a girl?'

“No. Not really, Vidello, but---.”

“I am proud of you, Morgan! I'll be more than happy to perform the ceremony for you.”

“But---.”

“When you ask your beloved if she wants to marry, then you come see me and we'll write up the marriage certificate.”

“Vidello, I'm not---.”

“When you come to prepare your marriage certificate, I need $100.00 to get you started. Then I'll need a deposit of $350.00 for the church ceremony. One hundred dollars is my fee for performing the marriage.”

“Father, listen---.”

“I'm quite busy right now, Mr. Morgan. Go ask your sweetheart if she wants to marry and come back to me. We'll get this all started.”

Robbie stood up with a sigh. `He's not even listening to me. Well, I'll have to come back.'

**************************************

Marik knocked on Miranda's door. The woman opened it up and smiled.

“Well, well, well, look at what Bastet dragged in!”

“Hello, Miranda. My aren't you looking….delicious today.”

The woman leaned against the doorpost. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Ishtar.”

Marik's eyes caressed Miranda's form.

“Are you going to come in or are you going to oogle me with your eyes like you always do?”

“Can I just oogle for now?”

Miranda stepped aside and let the yami inside. “Coffee, Marik?”

“Sex, Miranda?”

“Nice try, but no.”

Marik grinned. “I had to at least try to shock you.”

Miranda walked into the kitchen. “I've known you for twelve years. Nothing you can say can shock me anymore.”

“Well, you can't blame me for trying.”

Miranda poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down. She crossed her legs and brushed her black hair off of her shoulders. “So, to what do I owe your presence…besides the attempt to get me into bed?”

“Have you heard the news? Your son asked me permission to marry Aten.”

Miranda put down her coffee cup. “He what? I don't think I heard you right.”

“Your son asked to marry my son. I gave him permission.”

Miranda sighed. “You gave Robbie permission to marry Aten?”

Marik grinned, his canines glistening. “We're going to be family, Miranda.”

The woman sat back and threw her head back. Marik licked his lips at the sight of her chest. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair as his body reacted to watching her.

“I never thought you'd be my In-Law.”

Marik grinned. “We'll be family, Miranda. You know what that means?”

“That Malik won't ever walk again? Oh, I know what you do to him when you go home from here. Honestly, Marik, do you have to pound him into the mattress?”

“He enjoys it.”

Marik stood up and walked over to her. “We'll be family, Miranda.”

Marik leaned down to her and brought his lips close to hers. “Does this mean I get….benefits?”

“What kind of benefits?” she asked with a smile. “Hot……wild…..steamy…..hard…..