Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Journey to Heaven ❯ Secrets ( Chapter 24 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

WARNING: RYOU X BAKURA LEMON!

Shredded soul: *hugs* welcome back! I'll have to look up that song. It sounds perfect.

Caterfree: awww….glad you liked the citrusy goodness. It was fun. Here's more.

Kathryn Coll: It's amazing how much Robbie's turning out like Seto….*snickers*

Anubiset: *hands plot bunny food and bucket for drool….along with droolguard for keyboard*

Black Buttterfly: I won't kill Seto or Joey. None of the other guys will die, either.

Marik Ishtar77: The itemris and ishtars will be eating fish for a month.

I is me: I know. They're cute together, aren't they?

Draza: I don't know what they did with the spatula, eggbeater, and a banana. Personally, I don't want to ask my muses where they came up with that…I may get an answer.

Beysie: Here's the lemon chappie!!!

Lady Elfskye: Robbie will be good for Yami Aten.

Shadow of Light: The evil gang will suffer. Yami will get his ass kicked.

[…..]= Bakura's memories

Secrets

Otogi sipped his hot tea and turned to Glenn. “I just top it with a teensy pinch of confectioner's sugar! That gives it a zing!”

Glenn turned his good ear more towards Otogi. “I don't put sugar on my cakes. Maybe I should start doing that, huh?”

“I makes it really sweet….and visually appealing. That's the most important part. Everything has to look as good as it tastes.”

“I completely agree.”

Otogi took a bite out of a piece of cracker and cheese. “Now, with the spaghetti sauce, the trick is the oregano. Don't put too much in. A little dab will do ya.”

Glenn sighed. “Nobody has ever complimented me on my cooking before I met Yugi. He loves everything I cook him!”

“Yugi's a great guy. He really is.”
”Oh, I love Yugi. It's his ex that worries me.”

Otogi nodded. “Well, we have to stick together. That's the main thing.”

Yugi turned to the two men. “Yami isn't here, guys. Let's not ruin this occasion by mentioning him. Joey's getting to marry Seto!”

Joey grinned. “Yeah….finally. Certainly has taken us long enough. We've been together almost twenty years.”

Ryou sipped his tea and gasped. “That means Bakura and I have been together for about eighteen years! Time flies, I tell you, guys.”

Joey laughed. “Yeah, it feels like it was only yesterday you were flicking Cheerios at my head, Aria.”

Aria smiled. “It was fun to throw my Cheerios at you!”

Ryou sighed, patting his pregnant daughter's leg beside him. “It certainly has been an interesting twenty years, hasn't it, guys?”

Yugi snickered. “You call this interesting?”

“Well, there's no other way to describe it.”

Ryou sighed. “There's many more words I would describe it as, but my daughter's sitting here.”

Aria shrugged. “It's been too fucking long.”

“Aria, sweetheart? Language.”

“Sorry, mother.”

Malik passed around the plate of chocolate chip cookies. “Well, Joey, where are you going for your honeymoon?”

Joey shrugged. “You know Seto. He can't be away from the office for too long. He said we'd probably go tour Italy. Go visit Venice and maybe Greece. I want to visit the art museums in Europe! I hear they have a terrific Monet exhibit in France that is opening. Seto's going to take me to a private tour of the Louvre while we're there.”

Malik grinned. “Wow, Joey, that's great!”

“When you go to Venice, Joey, you have to go to this restaurant called `Amore del Artista.' It's supposed to have the highest romantic rating in the country!”

“Wow! That sounds great!”

Otogi grinned. “Their clams are so good! I went over there on a business trip and ate there! Tristan and I weren't together yet.”

Joey smiled. “I can't wait to go to Venice! I hear it's really nice there! And the Louvre is going to be so great! I'll see Aten's painting there. I'll make sure they're taking good care of it.”

Ryou added another sugar cube to his tea. “Oh, I'm sure they're taking good care of it. More scones, anyone? I made them this morning.”

Otogi bit into one. “These are fabulous! You simply MUST get me the recipe, Ryou!”

“It's my mother's recipe. While I was packing up my stuff when I was evicted from my mother's home, I found her recipe box hidden in the kitchen.”

Aria chewed hungrily and shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She started rubbing her side.

Ryou smiled. “Busy baby, sweetheart?”

Aria nodded. “She won't settle.”

Otogi squealed. “SHE?!' OH, Aria! Can I PLEASEEEE go out with you when you buy baby clothes?! I want to help you find little baby booties….and baby girl dresses….and…..I WANT A BABY!”

Every man blinked at Otogi.

“Umm…Otogi….you can't have babies. You're a guy…..and…..you're gay. Wouldn't those two facts…..kinda….I dunno…make it impossible?” Malik asked with a raised eyebrow.

“So? I can still have a baby if I want to!”

Ryou nodded. “Have you considered adoption?”

Otogi shrugged. “Tristan and I are so busy with our businesses. We don't have time for a little chibi.”

The group heard the slam of car doors outside and froze.

A moment later, Donny came in carrying Aten in his arms. The boy's eyes were half-closed in exhaustion.

Ryou jumped out of his chair. “Aten? Are you okay?”

Aten yawned. “Yeah, I just got so tired. I couldn't even stand up.”

Robbie walked in behind Donny. “I guess I wore Aten out.”

“Where's our fathers?”

Robbie shuddered. “Your father is drunk off his butt.”

Aria groaned. “Well, at least it's not all the time he's like that.”

Donny put Aten on his feet. “You okay to go up to your room?”

Robbie took Aten's arm. “I'll help him, Donny.”

Ryou watched Aten and Robbie walk up the stairs slowly, stopping every step to take a breath.

“Are the boys still at the club?”

Donny sighed and nodded. “Yeah…..I'm looking forward to seeing Alice when I go home. I need to see my wife.”

Otogi sighed. “I don't know what would be worse: Tristan on a sugar high or Tristan drunk off his ass.”

Malik sighed. “Lucky for me, Marik could never hold down his alcohol. He would come home drunk and be too tired to care where I was or what I was doing. I can't tell you how many times that saved me ass…..literally.”

Joey crossed his arms around himself. “I hope I can't taste the alcohol on Seto's breath. I don't think I could take it.”

“Joey, I'm sure Seto wouldn't drink knowing he was going to kiss you,” Ryou said calmly. “Now Bakura…..” Ryou sighed. “I don't know what I'm going to do with him when he gets home. I guess it's a bath and bed for him. He'll sleep it off……hopefully.”

Yugi and Glenn shrugged. “We don't drink. It's just something we don't do.”

Donny opened the door with a resigned sigh. “Well, I had better get back to the club.” The tall sniper shuddered as he closed the door behind him.

Glenn picked up another scone. “The boys are out having a good time. How rowdy can they get?”

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Bakura spit out his liquor laughing at Marik. Marik pranced around on his toes and dancing like a fairy.

“'Oh, look, I'm the pansy little Pharaoh Yami. I like dollies and unicorns with looooooooooooooooong eyelashes!'”

Bakura fell over on the sidewalk. “That's hilarious!”

Seto, Tristan, and Mako shook their heads at the two yamis stumbling about on their own.

“Are you two idiots done?” Seto asked.

Marik leaned into Seto. “You're not enjoying my Yami impression?”

“You're drunk off of your ass.”

Marik turned around and pulled down his pants, revealing his tan buttocks to Seto. “Do you mean this ass?”

Seto closed his eyes. “Yes. That ass. Now don't point that thing at me, Ishtar.”

Marik reached behind him and manipulated his cheeks. “'I'm the pharaoh. See? I talk out my butt. Blah. Blah. Blah.”

Bakura struggled off of the ground. “Mmm…Pharaoh.” Bakura's hands slapped Marik's right buttock, making the yami straighten up.

“Don't hit my ass!”

“Or what, Ishtar?!”

Seto sighed in relief as Donny pulled up beside them. “Okay, you two, get into the car.”

Marik stood up and laughed. “Do I get to sit on your lap, moneybags?”

Seto groaned and silently got into the limousine. The dark-skinned Egyptian yami jumped into Seto's lap with a smirk.

“Do you want your lapdance now, moneybags?”

The CEO rolled his eyes. “No, Marik. Get your ass off of me!”

Marik shifted into Seto's lap. “I'd rather not. It's quite comfy.” Marik shifted again and snickered. “Seto, is that your cash box pressed against me or are you just happy to see me?”

Seto shook his head. “Must you call attention to it?”

Umi shifted his eyes. “What's going on?”

“Seto's aroused. He must have enjoyed that club,” Marik grinned.

Bakura snickered. “Or he enjoyed looking at your bare ass. Either one.”

“Donny, get us to Ryou's house on the double, please! Now!”

“Yes, Mr. Kaiba.”

Marik grinned and purred in Seto's ear. “Joey's one lucky guy. He gets to sit on this anytime he wants. I think I'm jealous.”

Seto pushed Malik off of him. “Go sit by Bakura, Marik.”

Bakura pulled Marik up by his arm. “Come here, sexy.”

Bakura pulled Marik into a hungry, growling kiss.

Mako moved over to the other side of the limousine beside Seto and Tristan.

Tristan's eyes widened as he saw the two yamis clawing and growling at each other. “Why do I have a feeling I'm going to be scarred for life watching this?”

Mako closed his eyes. “Because we ARE going to be scarred by this…that's why.”

Marik slipped his hand under Bakura's shirt, playing with Bakura's nipple.

Tristan closed his eyes. “Yup…..I'm scarred.”

“I want you, Ishtar,” Bakura growled.

“Not in my limousine!” Seto barked.

Mako shook his head in dismay. “I should have gone home with Umi.”

Donny pulled up to the Ishtar-Itemri home and Mako darted out of the limousine. Seto grabbed Marik.

“Come on, Ishtar. If you're going to screw Bakura's brains out, do it in your room. Come on.”

Seto pulled Marik off of Bakura as Tristan helped the white-haired yami out of the limousine.

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Seto opened the door and the group of men stood up inside. Seto looked around. “Where's Ryou?”

Malik stood up. “Ryou got tired and went to bed.”

Bakura snickered, his eyes out of focus. “My Light is so cute!”

Tristan helped a giggling Marik into the home. “Otogi, I think we'd better go. Malik will have his hands full.”

Malik walked up to Marik. “Yami? You smell like whiskey!”

Marik snickered. “I whiskey drink no!”

Bakura laughed.

Umi came down from upstairs. “Dad, can I spend the night with Aria?”

“If you want, Little Minnow. I'm going home and getting the visions out of my head of what I just witnessed. Goodbye, my friends!”

Mako left.

Joey stood up, wringing his hands nervously. “Seto, umm….I'll meet you in the limo.”

“Okay, baby. Have fun?”

Joey nodded. “Yeah, we had fun. Goodbye, Malik. Thank you for the party.”

“Bye, Joey! See you later.”

Otogi hugged Joey. “Bye, Joey! I had a lot of fun!”

Joey hugged Otogi and left the house with him.

Marik wavered in his husband's hands. “I think….I had too much fun.”

“I can see that,” Malik said.

Bakura slowly climbed the stairs. He tripped and fell forward on his face. The resulting giggle made Malik shake his head.

“I'll have my hands full, Seto.”

“I can see that.”

Bakura crawled up the stairs, giggling.

Malik helped Marik up the stairs when the yami collapsed, snoring loudly on the stairs.

Seto raised an eyebrow. “He's asleep,isn't he?”

Malik opened Marik's closed eye. “He passed out….cold. Well, it'll be useless to move him.”

“You're going to leave him on the stairs?”

Malik nodded. “He's too heavy to drag up. He'll be fine.”

Seto sighed. “Okay. Did Aten make it home okay?”

“Donny carried him in. Robbie's upstairs with him now.”

“Okay, then. Good luck with these two.”

Malik snickered. “Marik will be fine here. It wouldn't be the first time he passed out on the steps.”

Seto sighed. “Okay, then. Goodnight, Malik.”

“Goodnight, Seto.”

Seto stepped outside and saw his lover standing with Otogi and Tristan. “You okay, Joey?”

“I could smell the booze off of Marik. I couldn't stay in there much longer.”

Otogi hugged Joey again. “I understand, Joey.”

Tristan took Otogi's hand. “Time to go home, Otogi. I need a coffee.”

“Didn't you have enough at the club?”

“Nope! Bye, guys!”

Otogi waved to the couple as he left with Tristan.

Seto hugged Joey. “Let's go home, love. You're shivering.”

“It's the smell of whiskey.”

“You smell it off of me?”

Joey nodded.

“Marik was an ass and decided it would be funny to pour a bottle of gin all over me.”

Seto kissed Joey on the lips and the blond cringed. “Tell you what, baby, I'll sit up front with Donny. You won't smell the gin on me, okay? When we get home, I'll take a shower and get all cleaned off.”

Joey nodded. “Thank you.”

“Come on, puppy. Get inside.”

Joey slipped into the limousine slowly with his arms wrapped around himself.

Seto sat beside Donny in the front seat, much to Donny's surprise. “Joey can smell the booze on me.”

“I'll get you home, Mr. Kaiba.”

“Did you have fun tonight, Don?”

Donny started the limo's engine with a quiet blink. “Yes, sir, Mr. Kaiba, sir. Now I'm going to take you home, go to my house, take a long, hot shower and make love to my beautiful wife…..Alice.”

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Bakura struggled to his feet and laughed at his lack of coordination. He walked to the first door and a squeal was heard. Aten and Robbie were snuggled in bed together, kissing each other on the lips gently when the drunken yami walked in.

Aten quickly pulled the comforter over he and Robbie. Bakura stopped.

“Ryou, who are you kissing?”

“Father Bakura! Mother's room is down the hall! I'm with Robbie!”

Bakura staggered. “Ryou? Why are you kissing Robbie?”

Aten growled and pointed to the door. “Father Bakura, I am not mommy! Go down the hall!”

Bakura turned around. “Down the hall?”

“Father Bakura, go!” Aten ordered.

Bakura staggered out of the room and Robbie rolled out of bed naked. He shut the door behind Bakura and jumped back into bed with Aten. Robbie jumped back into bed and brought Aten into his arms.

“Aten?”

“…………” the Egyptian let out a quiet snore. He had fallen asleep as Robbie locked the door.

“Aten?”

“……….”

Robbie held Aten against him and drifted into sleep with his fiance.

Bakura walked to the end of the hall and opened up the door to his bedroom. When he entered the room, his eyes widened at his sleeping husband.

Ryou was laying on his back. The comforter was pulled up just below his chest. From the look of the comforter, it looked as if Ryou's right leg was bent and his other was straight. Ryou's left arm was raised over his head while the other one laid out straight beside him. The moonlight surrounded his lover.

The white-haired man slept quietly, his eyelids fluttering with deep sleep.

Bakura shed his clothing and walked beside Ryou, looking down at him, his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath. The scar on Ryou's chest had nearly blended with his skin and was barely visible after fifteen years of healing.

[Bakura, we were able to save Ryou's life….He's going to have a scar on his chest from the surgery, but he'll be good as new in no time.] Dr. Zira voice said in his memory. [We barely saved Ryou's life, Bakura. With this pacemaker, he should be good to go home.]

The yami reached down slowly and touched the scar on Ryou's chest. His fingertips glided around the scar slowly.

“Ryou….”

Ryou moaned in his sleep and turned his head. Bakura leaned down and brought his lips within an inch of his lover's.

“Ryou…..can you hear me?”

Ryou didn't respond. His fingers twitched in his sleep.

Bakura grinned and lifted the covers slowly off of Ryou's body. The white-haired man gave a moan as the sheets were peeled off of his body, leaving him naked in the moonlight.

The yami licked his lips and kissed his lover gently on his lips. Bakura's hand glided across Ryou's soft skin, letting his fingers touch and indulge in the warmth of his husband. The yami placed feather-light kisses down Ryou's neck and down his shoulder.

“Ryou,” Bakura moaned as he kissed the warm skin.

Bakura's hand reached between Ryou's legs and slowly began to stroke the sleeping hikari's limp manhood.

Bakura kneeled by the bed and kissed down Ryou's chest, taking his husband's left nipple between his lips. His hikari tossed his head to one side and let out a soft moan.

The yami's hand continued to massage his sleeping husband's length, his thumb rolled around the sensitive soft head.

Ryou let out another moan and the yami gave the nipple a series of slow licks. The tiny bud of flesh perked under the wet tongue, rising instinctively. Bakura reached into Ryou's side drawer and removed the cherry edible oil. Ryou always loved cherry and fruit scented oils.

Bakura placed a drop on his finger and reached over Ryou's body. He took Ryou's right nipple between his thumb and index finger. He let his fingers excite the other bud to hardness.

The sleeping boy turned his head and slowly opened his eyes. “'Kura….what…are you doing?”

Bakura placed a drop of oil on the nipple he was already enjoying and licked the tight bud of flesh. “Nothing.”

Ryou arched his back, his body squirming slowly on the bed. “You call this nothing? This doesn't look like nothing to me.”

Bakura rolled his tongue around Ryou's nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through the hikari's body. “I can stop if you want.”

“You'll be a dead man if you do,” Ryou moaned.

“I'm already a dead man. Point being?” the yami grinned devilishly.

The hikari sighed. “You know what I mean, Bakura Itemri.”

Bakura crawled on top of his husband and slowly rubbed himself against Ryou. “I love you, Ryou.”

Ryou waved his hand in front of Bakura. “You've been drinking.”

“I had a few drinks, Ryou, yes. It was a party.”

“Well, it's not like you do this every night. Maybe you should go brush your teeth.”

Bakura licked his lips. “I have a better idea.”

Bakura kissed the base of Ryou's neck, kissing and sucking on the skin again.

Ryou writhed and moaned softly as he felt Bakura rub himself against him. He smiled and rubbed his cheek against Bakura's white, spiky hair. “My akutenshi…..”

Ryou's hands ran up and down Bakura's back and down to the curve of his hips. It had been a long time since he had made love to his other half. Their bond had not disappeared, but their mental bond had weakened from the lack of their physical, intimate contact. Ryou had always found that making love to Bakura strengthened it.

Ryou felt their mental link opening again and he held Bakura close against him.

Ryou's hands held his yami against him, his yami's fake heartbeat beating against his chest.

Ryou wrapped his legs around Bakura's hips, pulling him closer. He smiled happily as his yami kissed down his chest again. As the cherry edible oil was dripped onto his skin, he sucked in air through clenched teeth. Bakura licked the trail of oil on the middle of his chest up to his chin.

“Now you smell like cherries, love. Hot sexy cherries.”

Ryou brought Bakura down for the kiss, letting his tongue snatch some of the cherry oil. The yami moaned as he offered some of the oil to Ryou on his tongue. The thick, cherry liquid crawled down Bakura's tongue.

Ryou closed his lips and swallowed the sweet liquid. When the yami pulled back from the kiss, Ryou licked his lips seductively. “That tastes good.”

A purr escaped Bakura. “You've always tasted good, baby. In speaking of tasting….”

Bakura kissed down Ryou's body slowly. Each kiss down Ryou's body sent shivers of pleasure through the hikari. A quiet sigh emerged from the boy as their link shared their mutual pleasure.

“Baby….akutenshi….”

Bakura licked and kissed his husband's skin alternately, making love to each inch of Ryou's chest and stomach. Bakura felt Ryou's length swelling against his body. The hikari thrust up against Bakura, the friction sending desire for his yami through his mind.

The yami's kisses slowly arrived between Ryou's legs. Bakura liked the coarse black curls surrounding his husband's sex.

A whimper escaped Ryou as his lover refused more intimate contact with the straining arousal. Bakura kissed the forest of curls, then moved his attention to kissing Ryou's inner thigh. The yami pushed Ryou's legs further apart and continued to kiss the inside of Ryou's legs.

Ryou felt his arousal swell and throb for his yami, who had pinned his hips down to stop his squirming.

The yami quickly reached over for the cherry oil as Ryou squirmed again. “No, no, precious. In time.”

A tear slid down Ryou's cheek. His length was becoming painful from need.

Bakura opened the bottle and squeezed it over the twitching length.

“Oh gods,” Ryou moaned on ecstasy. The cherry liquid slowly dripped, making contact with his leaking flesh. The red liquid mixed with the translucent liquid, slowly slipping down the length, trailing along the veins and curving over the twin globes at the base of Ryou's manhood.

The hikari grabbed the sheets and whimpered. “Baby…please…..mercy.”

Bakura snapped the cap shut on the liquid. “Mercy? You know I love to torture you slowly, hikari. Slowly….so slowly.”

Ryou nodded. “Yes…you do. Bakura, please….”

Bakura dropped the oil on the floor and hovered over Ryou's twitching manhood. Bakura lightly flicked his tongue over the head, making his husband buck up. The salty-cherry concoction was lapped up slowly, Bakura's tongue lightly touching the arousal.

“Bakura…make me come…..please…”

“All in good time.”

Bakura's tongue slid from the base to the tip, licking up the salty-cherry liquid dribbling over from the head.

Bakura coated one of his fingers with the cherry liquid and placed it around Ryou's entrance. Bakura slipped it past Ryou's ring of muscle and into the tight warmth of his body.

The hikari moaned as his body was stretched willingly. Bakura licked his lips and swallowed around Ryou's length, deep throating his helpless hikari.

“Sweet Isis….”

Ryou closed his eyes and whimpered at his yami's heat surrounding him. The spirit sucked slowly on Ryou's length and buried his finger slowly deeper into his lover.

Ryou's hands buried themselves in the tuft of white spiky hair over his groin. Ryou spread his legs farther apart and Bakura slipped his digit deeper into the warmth of Ryou's body.

“There! Oh gods!” Ryou moaned, much to Bakura's pleasure.

The yami withdrew up to the head and swallowed around Ryou again. The yami's head rose and descended slowly on the length. His finger rolled around Ryou's prostate and brushed against it.

Ryou raised his hips into the heat and moaned, his body trembling with desire.

A moan from his lover sent vibrations along the tortured flesh in Bakura's mouth. “Bakura…..I have to….”

Bakura deep throated his husband again, sucking and trying to draw out Ryou's release.

//Come for me, Ryou….come for me, love.//

Ryou arched his back and threw back his head, spilling his release down Bakura's throat. “Oh gods!”

Ryou tensed as his body's leaked out the final drops into his lover.

Ryou fell back on the bed, his fingers and body twitching from his orgasm.

Bakura swallowed all his hikari had given him and kissed up his lover's body again. The yami licked his lips clean of his husband's release. “You taste just as good as cherries, baby.”

The hikari moaned as Bakura kissed him on the lips. The salty taste remained on Bakura's tongue as he kissed Ryou deeply.

“I love you, Ryou.”

Ryou's hands caressed Bakura's body as the yami pressed his body against him. Ryou wrapped his legs around Bakura and held him close, trapping his yami against him.

The yami once again brushed his weeping arousal against his hikari's entrance. Bakura pulled back from the kiss and tried to remove himself from Ryou, but the legs kept him from pulling away.

“Where do you think you're going?” Ryou asked as his legs kept Bakura locked against him.

“I want to change positions.”

Ryou grinned as he kept Bakura locked between his legs. He giggled. “Why?”

“Because I want something different.”

Ryou bit his finger and smiled. “Why?”

“You really want to know?”

Ryou nodded.

“Because I want to take you from behind.”

Ryou giggled and kept Bakura from moving.

“Ryou…I need to take you. Don't make me resort to drastic measures to get me out from between your legs.”

Bakura struggled to get out from between his lover's legs and failed again. “That's it!”

Bakura growled and tickled Ryou's left armpit, making the hikari squeal and writhe. The close contact with Bakura's body made his arousal awaken from its brief slumber. Ryou's legs uncrossed and Bakura pounced back, free from Ryou's grip.

Ryou sat up laughing as the yami's low seductive growl rumbled in his throat. Ryou chuckled and decided to play along with Bakura's game. Ryou rolled forward on his hands and knees, growling back at Bakura.

Bakura's hair spiked more and twitched with arousal. He snarled at Ryou menacingly.

Fifteen years ago, that snarl brought terror to Ryou's eyes. Now it was more of a game. Ryou joked that it was now Bakura's `mating call.'

Ryou turned around to Bakura and winked at him. “Come here, baby.”

Bakura growled and pounced forward, knocking Ryou face-down on the bed. He grabbed the cherry oil again and placed a generous amount on his weeping arousal. Ryou kneeled in front of Bakura and leaned against the spirit as Bakura slipped his length into his lover's body, burying his sex in his lover's warm, stretchable body.

Ryou's head tilted back and rested on Bakura's shoulder as his body adjusted to the feeling of his yami inside of him.

Bakura wrapped his arms around Ryou. His right arm pressed Ryou's chest, holding him against him. The other arm wrapped around and held Ryou's stomach, pressing him

Bakura nibbled on the side of Ryou's neck to distract him from the pain. The hikari began thrusting back against Bakura slowly as his body adjusted.
”I'm okay, Bakura,” Ryou whispered as he kissed his yami.

The couple thrust against each other slowly at first, indulging in their intimate contact. Their mindlink opened wide as their emotions spilled into each other.

Ryou shuddered as he felt Bakura's sensations….the feeling of being embedded in someone he loved so much made everything else fade into the background of his mind. All that was left was love and desire.

Bakura held his loved one against him as he slipped deeper into his body. His hand descended to Ryou's length, stroking his lover with his thrusts.

Ryou whimpered as he felt pleasure surrounding him. His mind swirled with the pleasure of Bakura behind him, entering his body with now more desperate movements and embedding himself in Bakura's grip.

“Bakura…..”

Bakura's thrusts became more primal and desperate. Ryou fell forward on his hands, bucking back against Bakura, making the yami hit his prostate directly.

The yami held his hikari's hips as he thrust himself into his lover's body. Ryou thrust against Bakura, his body whimpering with each penetration.

Flesh pounded against flesh as Bakura bent over Ryou to stroke his lover more thoroughly.

“Bakura….”

Bakura's breathing became unsteady as his body shuddered with his orgasm. “Ryou….coming!”

Ryou arched his back as he felt Bakura's release flood into him. This sent Ryou over the edge, making him climax over Bakura's stroking hand.

The two men fell forward on the bed, their bodies paralyzed from the force of their climaxes.

Bakura rolled off of Ryou and panted heavily. “I don't think I should drink like that anymore…..”

Ryou rolled over on his side and cuddled against Bakura. “Good idea. If you did that to me every night, I'd never be able to walk the next morning.”

Bakura kissed Ryou's forehead. “Love you, angel.”

Ryou sighed as he covered them both with the sheets. “I, too, love.”

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Robbie, Aria, and Aten had gone to Seto's place the next day with Ryou and Malik. They were going to help Seto plan for the flower arrangements for his wedding. Marik and Bakura were sitting at home in a dark room sleeping away their hangovers from the night before.

When the elevator doors opened, they were pounced by the twin girls, Ivy and Lily. Ceres saw Aten and ran down the hallway. “AAAAAATEEENNNN!!!”

Aten picked up the light child. “Hey, boy! How's my little man doing?”

Ceres giggled. “I was just pwaying pi-wets!”

Aten laughed. “PiRates!”

“Pi-wets!”

Aten shrugged. “Close enough.”

A baby cry sounded from Hayden's old room.

“What's that?”

Ivy bounced in Robbie's arms. “Mommy had another baby come out of her tummy!”

Ryou and Malik gasped. “Jeanie had her baby already?”

“The baby is weawwy tiny!” Lily said.

The group peeked into the baby's room. Jeanie looked up from her rocking chair. “Hey, guys! Come on in.”

Jeanie rocked the tiny infant in her arms. “Hey, boys and girl! What brings you here?”

“Jeanie, I didn't think you had your baby yet!” Ryou said with shock.

“She's a pree-mee. We just got home yesterday.”

Malik's eyes widened. “Why didn't anyone tell us?”

“Well, Mokuba was in shock like me. Seto and Joey are busy here with their wedding plans. It's okay, though. Cassie, say hello to your new uncles and Auntie Aria!”

The tiny baby girl flexed her hand and yawned.

“Sweet Isis, she looks as big as Aten when he was born! How did you get her home so fast?”

“She's in great shape. She spent a couple of days in the neonatal ward, but everything looks good.”

Aten smiled down at the infant. “She's so adorable!”

“Thank you, guys.”

“Where's the proud father?”

Jeanie laughed. “I think he's seriously considering a vasectomy. Four kids is enough for him, I think.”

Aria nodded. “I'm having a hard enough time with one as it is…..and she isn't even born yet.”

Aria stayed with Jeanie talking about baby care and pregnancy while the guys left.

Ryou and Malik went to Seto's office. Robbie and Aten sat in the library looking at the books.

“Do you honestly thinks he reads all of these?” Robbie asked as he looked up at the walls lines with books.

“No, I doubt he touches any of these things,” Aten responded as he blew on the dusty books.

Robbie turned and saw a remote control on the couch. “Let's watch some tv to pass the time. I bet Seto gets all the channels. I bet he can watch whatever he wants when he wants to watch it.”

Robbie picked up the remote. His eyes perused the buttons. “Which one operates the television?”

Aten looked at the remote. “They're not marked. I used to mark them so I knew which ones were which. I forget which one without the markers.”

Robbie pressed a button and the wall behind them opened. Aten turned around and his jaw dropped.

“Robbie! Look!”

A wall of videos were revealed behind the wall.

“Which button did we push?”

“I don't remember!” Robbie gasped.

Aten walked up to the videos. “'Take It Like A Man?””

Robbie cocked his head to the side. “'Tall, Hard, and Meaty?' What the hell is all this?”

Aten covered his mouth and his face blushed. “We found Uncle Seto's pornography stash!”

Robbie gasped. “HOLY CRUD! IT IS! `Puppy Love'?”

“That's not surprising,” Aten said casually.

Robbie's jaw dropped. “CEO's That Like It In The Butt.'? Oh my god!”

Robbie picked up one of the boxes and looked at the images of men making love. He shifted on his feet uncomfortably, his body becoming aroused from the images and thinking what it would feel like to make love to Aten like that.

His eyes went wide. “That is how it is done?”

Aten shrugged. “Yeah. How did you think it was done?”

“I…..umm…..I didn't think….I mean….I didn't know…..oh god! I didn't know it went in there!”

Aten snickered. “Well, how else do you think two men can do it? We only have one hole anything can go into!”

Robbie replaced the tape on the shelf. “I didn't know THAT is where IT went, though.”

“You don't live with a family of four gay men and have no idea about gay sex, Robbie. Aria and I were raised by this entire family. We've been surrounded by it, so we practically know more than most people are age. We're a hell of a lot more tolerant about it, too.”

Robbie looked at the back of one of the videos. “'Men With Meat II.'”

Aten snickered. “I don't think Unkie Seto should catch us looking through his porno stash. We should leave.”

Robbie stared at the back of the porno video. “Just a few more minutes.”

Aten grinned. “Okay, just a few more, though. My sister's never going to believe this!”

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