Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Journey to Heaven ❯ Wanderings ( Chapter 42 )

WARNING: BAKURA /MALIK LIME!!!!

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Note: This chappie happens four days later.

 

Wanderings

 

Yami staggered through the Shadow Realm holding his chest in pain. Tears flowed out of his eyes as he walked through the purple haze.

Yami had wandered the Shadow Realm for four days in a stupor. His wound left him disoriented.

As his mind wandered to his battle with Bakura, he growled. It would take much more than a stab wound to the chest to kill a yami.

The fight with Bakura left him weak.

The pharaoh growled as he remembered Bakura's furious face as he twisted the Trident in his body. He could still feel the heat of the flames…..the piercing of his flesh by the metal trident.

Dark Necrofear and The Helpless Child watched the pharaoh pass them. The two year old child watched the pharaoh stagger away as he cuddled Dark Necrofear's doll.

“Stay back, pharaoh,” Dark Necrofear threatened.

Yami walked right past them.

“The pharaoh never ignores me! He always grabs me and drags me to his temple.”

“I wouldn't let him touch you,” Dark Necrofear said as she stood over the child playing with her doll.

Mobius the Frost Monarch watched his master stagger up the steps. “Master! What has happened?”

“Itemri…….did this.”

Yami collapsed on the steps holding his bleeding chest. “I need…..energy. The shadows….will heal me.”

The duel monster picked up his master and carried him inside. He placed him on the throne to rest.

“The Spirit of the Ring impaled you?”

“Yes…..and he will pay dearly! There's no way he could have escaped that fire and saved Malik and Maxine in time! I stalled him. Maybe Malik and Maxine perished. If so, at least Malik is dead. One down…several to go.”

The duel monster kneeled before Yami. “How can you be sure of his death?”

“Bakura could not have saved Malik in time. Malik should have died from smoke inhalation. With Malik Ishtar out of the way, Marik will be crushed. I wouldn't be surprised if he retreated into his Rod by now. With Marik unable to protect the family, Ryou, Aten, and Aria are easy prey.”

Yami lifted his hand and watched his palm drip with his blood. “But first I must recover. Then I will enjoy my revenge against the Ishtars and the Itemris for their past transgressions.” Yami turned his hand over and watched the blood drip onto the floor. “Their blood will be shed…starting with the youngest and weakest of the Ishtar and Itemri families.” The pharaoh struggled to stand up and then fell back into his chair. “I must regain my strength.”

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Bakura sat on the stone block. His host held up a bottle of wine.

“Would you care for a drink, spirit?”

“Where did you get that thing, Shaddi?”

“Pegasus sent me this bottle when he returned to America. He wanted to thank me for giving him the Millennium Eye. He said that it made him one step closer to being reunited with his lost love. So, I believe he felt like he owed me. Who was I to reject such hospitality?”

Isis grinned. “Pegasus offered me much for my Millennium Necklace when he had heard that it was in my possession. I had to decline his offer.”

Bakura raised his eyebrow. “What did he offer?”

Isis held up her head. “Something which can't be repeated in polite company.”

Bakura snickered. “I'm not polite. Say whatever you want around me.”

Isis shook her head. “I will be silent.”

“You're no fun, Isis.”

“I had no idea the pharaoh returned to this land. I also did not imagine that he would still be after all of the Millennium Items.”

“Some habits never die, huh? He's persistent.”

Shaddi grabbed the Millennium Key around his neck. “I cannot let the pharaoh gain control over the Items. He would be unstoppable.”

“Which is why we came to warn you, Shaddi,” Isis said. “The pharaoh poses a danger to all who hold a Millennium Item. Bakura barely rescued Aten and Aria's Millennium Items from the fire.”

Shaddi gasped. “Are the Items damaged?”

“No, they were not damaged. But we have no safe place to put them, Shaddi.”

The man stood up and walked to Isis. “Entrust the care of those two items to me, Isis. I will watch over them diligently until it is time for the offspring to have them.”

Isis nodded. “I will get them.”

Isis walked out of the underground shrine where Shaddi lived.

“Thank you for watching over the Items, Shaddi. Marik and I have enough trouble keeping ours away from the pharaoh. However, both of us failed.”

Shaddi reached out and grabbed the Ring. “It's power!....Gone!”

“Marik's Millennium Rod doesn't work anymore either. Now it's no better than an elaborate paper-weight.”

“The pharaoh cannot be permitted to remove the power of the childrens' items. If Yami corrupts the power within these Items, the children will not have a chance against him when the Final Battle occurs.”

Bakura nodded. “I must find a way to restore the power in our Items. I would have looked in the library, but I was attending to Isis. Now all of those documents are gone. Spells. Enchantments. Potions. Everything. All the knowledge is gone.”

Shaddi grinned. “Are you certain of this? What about the knowledge of the royalty?”

“I don't know where that's kept. I'm not a Royal Pain in the Ass. I'm just a Common Thief.”

“Pity.”

“What is?” the yami asked defensively.

“It doesn't take a common thief to attack a pharaoh. You look like you've sustained some injury.”

Bakura touched his injured arm. “I had to do what I had to do, Shaddi. I had to protect Malik and Maxine.”

“You were fighting for more than that, Bakura.”

Bakura sighed. “I fight for my daughter. And now I fear I won't be able to break the curse that Yami put on her.”

Isis returned with the Millennium Items. “Here is the Millennium Trident and the Scepter of Ra. Watch over them, Shaddi. I will return for them in three years time.”

Shaddi took the items in his hands. “They are safe with me.”

Isis bowed slightly. “We owe you a great debt.”

“Guarding these Items will be my honor, Isis. You can count on me.”

Isis smiled. “I know we can count on you to keep these out of the hands of the pharaoh…and away from all danger.”

“Farewell to you both.”

Bakura and Isis left the shrine and stepped into the blazing sun. “Isis, I want to go to the Oasis.”

“What ever for?”

Bakura grinned. “Just want to see how the place is.”

“Very well.”

Bakura jumped into Isis' car and watched the desert pass as she drove. He looked into the vast desert and smiled.

He saw Marik and himself riding through the desert, their horses loaded with gold stolen from the rich. Bakura watched Marik's hair flow in the wind behind him. Marik gave a holler and raced his horse ahead of Bakura's with a laugh. [Bye, Itemri!]

[Get back here, sexy!] Bakura heard himself call after the fleeing Marik.

The yami grinned as he watched himself chase after his lover.

“Those were the days,” Bakura sighed. “No home. No food. It was paradise.”

Isis arrived at the Oasis and Bakura stepped out of the car. The yami walked up to the lake.

He kneeled by the bank of the lake. “It's been so long. Marik and I made love here countless times. I like coming back here.” Bakura grabbed a handful of sand and let it slip through his fingers slowly. “It reminds me of life as I had once known it. Now look at what I have….a husband….a daughter….a family I never had as a child.”

Isis sighed. “You are lucky, Bakura. I've been too devoted to my work to worry about a family of my own.”

Bakura snickered. “You and Shaddi would make a great couple.”

Isis shuddered. “No, Bakura, that's okay.”

Bakura plunged his head under the water and threw his head back. The splash of water hit Isis.

Bakura grinned and wrung out his hair. “Much better. Who needs showers when you have a lake?”

The woman wiped her face free of water. “No thanks. We have to go pick my brother and Maxine up at the hospital.”

Bakura sighed. “No use dwelling in the past. I have my family now I must care for and protect. Let's go, Isis.”

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Aten and Robbie sat upstairs in Aten's bedroom. Robbie was biting the end of his pencil and trying to finish the German Crossword Puzzle his teacher had given him.

Aten laid on his bed with his legs crossed. “You've been at that thing for an hour already. Having problems?”

The teen's hand began to tremor slightly as he tapped his finger against the paper. Aten never drew attention to the effect of the damage caused by his assault. Robbie was very sensitive about his appearance. These tremors added to his self consciousness, much to Aten's dismay.

Here was a boy with 140 IQ…..who could tell you anything you wanted to know about Nuclear Physics or Advanced Chemistry….but when it came to his leg or his new-found trembling, he was sensitive.

“I know this word and it's not coming to me!” Robbie grunted in frustration.
Aten grinned. “You're just tense,” Aten said as he jumped off of the bed. He straddled Robbie's hips and massaged his shoulders from behind.

Robbie dropped the pencil and dropped his head on the ground. He let out a moan as Aten rubbed his shoulders.

“Aten, this is counterproductive.”

“I don't think so. I'm enjoying myself.”

Robbie felt Aten's fingers dig into the stress knots in his back and loosen them.

“Aten, I have homework.”

“Oh, nuts on homework.”

Robbie bit his lip as his body relaxed. “That doesn't help.”

“What? The massage or me talking about nuts?”

“You're insane.”

Aten laughed. “Well, look at my dad!”

Robbie laughed. “True.”

Aten slipped his hands under Robbie's shirt and kneaded the skin.

“Mmm,” Robbie moaned as Aten massaged his back.

“You know what we're going to need for our reception? A video camera!” Aten said.

Robbie raised an eyebrow. “A video camera? Yeah, that's a good idea! But where are we going to get a video camera?”

Aten ran his hands along Robbie's back again, making the Caucasian boy moan. “Uncle Seto should have one! He videotaped Mokuba's last birthday, remember?”

Robbie laughed. “It took us all day to get the cake out of Ceres' hair!”

Aten laughed. “And it took at least three days for Jeanie to get the food stains out of their clothes!”

The two boys laughed.

“I'll call Seto and go over tomorrow. We can pick the camera up ourselves.”

Robbie smiled. “Sounds like fun! We can even stop in and see your dad at work.”

“Sounds like a plan, Robbie.”

Robbie closed his eyes and shoved his German Crossword Puzzle aside in favor of a massage by his fiancé.

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Bakura sighed and turned to Isis. “I better go check on him and see how he's doing in there.”

The white haired yami knocked on the bathroom door. “Malik? Can I come in?”

Malik gasped and jumped in the tub. “Come in, `Kura!”

Bakura opened the door to the bathroom and saw the Egyptian boy sitting in a tub of warm water.

“How do you feel, Hikari Ishtar?”

Malik sighed. “Better then a few days ago, I assure you.”

Bakura sat at the edge of the tub. “Need me to give you a hand?”

Malik handed Bakura a washcloth with the soap. “I can't reach my back. Can you do it?”

Bakura lathered the soap and proceeded to wash the Ishtar's back.

Malik leaned his head on Bakura's leg. “That feels so good, Bakura…..thanks a lot.”

The yami leaned down and kissed Malik on the lips. The Egyptian moaned quietly and allowed the yami's tongue entrance.

The washcloth wandered around Malik. The cloth roamed down his arms and across his shoulders. Bakura was careful not to get the shoulder injury wet. The yami leaned over and kissed the bandages.

Bakura dropped the washcloth and touched Malik's chest with his fingers.

Malik shivered as the skin brushed against skin. The yami's hands dipped along Malik's stomach, touching it lightly.

“Ba….kur---a.”

The yami pulled back from his kisses. “What?” he asked innocently.

“Kiss me….please.”

Bakura possessed the blond's lips again and felt a tear come down his cheek. His fingers buried themselves into the blond hair.

Malik's arms wrapped around Bakura's neck, pulling him close.

Bakura pulled back from the kiss and looked into the purple eyes of one of his Ishtar lovers. “I don't want to hurt you more than you are already.”

Malik cupped Bakura's cheek. “You won't hurt me. I trust you, `Kura.”

Bakura looked down and reached below the water line. His hand brushed across Malik's length and rubbed his open palm over the member.

Malik moved his one leg over the side of the tub as Bakura touched him.

The Egyptian arched his back as Bakura wrapped his hands around the straining flesh. The Egyptian moaned as he thrust his length into the grip.

Bakura reached between Malik's legs and gave a slight squeeze, making the Egyptian yelp.

“I couldn't resist.”

Malik panted. “Stick with what you were doing, Bakura.”

Bakura snickered as he stroked Malik again. The white haired yami kissed his lover again, letting the moans encourage his intimate touch.

The Egyptian moaned into the kiss and breathed deeply through his nose as he felt a tightness increase in his lower abdomen.

Bakura's thumb ghosted over the tip of his arousal, making him want to beg for more.

The blond broke the kiss, seeing as the need for air was becoming too great.

“Bakura…not that I'm complaining….but…my shoulder's beginning to hurt in this position.”

Bakura pulled back his hand. “Sorry. Let's continue this in a little bit more of a private place.”

Malik struggled to get out of the tub, his arousal erect and twitching with need. Bakura wrapped a towel around his lover and allowed the water to drain from the tub.

The yami grabbed another towel and threw it over Malik's head with a giggle. He dried Malik's hair, rubbing the towel against his scalp.

“There you go….all dry.”

The yami sat the hikari down and changed the bandages on his shoulder. Much to Malik's surprise, Bakura applied the gauze and the bandage gently. “Is that too tight?” the concerned yami asked.

“No, no, it's fine.”

Malik watched Bakura carefully layer the bandages. When he was done, he smiled at his handiwork.

“Not too shabby…..It's been a while since I've put bandages on anyone. The last time is when Aria fell off her bike.”

*****Flashback*****

Bakura and Marik watched Aria on her bike. Aten and Robbie were riding the scooters down the street laughing at their race.

Seven year old Aria waved to her father. “Daddy! Watch me! I'm going to show you how well I can ride without the training wheels!”

“We're watching, Chibi Yami,” Bakura said with a proud smile.

“Here I go!” the girl squealed as she pedaled quickly.

A moment later……CRASH!

“DAAAAAADYYYY!!!!!” the little girl cried.

Bakura ran to his crying daughter, who had fallen off her bike. The little girl's face was red with her sobs. Bakura picked his child off of the concrete and saw his daughter had scraped her knee.

Marik saw the injury and sighed. “Ryou and Malik won't be home from the movies until later.”

Bakura shrugged. “It can't be that bad, Ishtar. Watch the boys. I'll take care of Aria.”

Aria wrapped her arms around her father's shoulders and cried. Her father kissed her cheek and rubbed her back.

He sat the child on the countertop in the kitchen and sprayed some antiseptic on it. She held tightly onto his hand as she felt the injury sting.

Bakura took a Barbie Band-Aid and put it on her skinned knee. “All better?”

Aria shook her head. “No.”

The father grinned. “I think it needs a kiss to feel better, right?”

The seven year old sniffled and nodded.

Bakura kissed her knee. “There we go. All better, baby girl.”

Aria smiled and hugged her father. “My daddy makes it all better!”

*****End flashback*****

Bakura smiled as he remembered his daughter's hugs. “Poor Aria was so upset. I always had to kiss her pain away. It always worked.”

Malik licked his lips. “Are you going to lick my pain away?”

“You Ishtars are such hentais…”

“You love us.”

Malik grinned. “I'm not complaining.”

Bakura opened the bathroom door and brought Malik into his arms. “Goodnight, Isis! See you in the morning after I'm done making hot love to your brother!”

Isis sighed. “TOO MUCH INFORMATION, BAKURA!”

The thief smiled, enjoying Isis' reaction.

Bakura carried Malik into the bedroom and shut the door with his foot. He gently placed Malik on the bed and grinned down at him. He slowly unbuttoned his own shirt, letting the material fall from his body. He unbuttoned his jeans and stripped himself of all clothing.

The yami sat by his lover and ran his hands over Malik's body. “I do not want to hurt your shoulder, Malik. This has been a trying week for all of us.

“Yeah….but tomorrow we'll be home. Then we can watch the kids get married.”

Bakura grinned. “My daughter…..a bride. I never knew I would have to give her away so soon.”

Malik rested his hands on Bakura's thigh. “I know, Bakura. But Umi is a great kid.”

“I know…it still doesn't make it easier.”

Malik gently squeezed Bakura's leg. “It's okay, Bakura.”

The white haired yami leaned down and kissed Malik's lips. The hikari allowed his yami lover entrance between his lips.

He found himself underneath the yami's body with little recollection of when Bakura had crawled on top of him.

The blond wrapped his legs around Bakura's hips pulling him close. His injured shoulder made him wince when he moved his arm.

Bakura pulled back from the kiss. “No, baby, don't move your arm if it hurts.”

“Oh, are you going to kiss my pain away?”

The yami snickered. “I can.”

The yami kissed Malik's bandaged shoulder and kissed across the chest. His soft moans and gentle sighs descended until it reached his groin.

Malik closed his eyes as he felt a wet warm object flutter around the head of his arousal. The wet flesh dipped into the slit and lapped up the traces of translucent liquid seeping free.

The man's moans became slightly louder as he thrust his hips up against the tongue, desiring more contact.

Bakura was not that ambitious to give the blond what he wanted then and there. Instead of giving the blond what he wanted, his kisses migrated down the length and between his thighs.

Malik jumped as tiny nips could be felt between his thighs.

A wet tongue explored the twin globes which dangled there,

Malik arched his back and gripped the sheets tightly as the pressure was quickly building in his groin.

He needed release badly.

Bakura kissed up the length again and saw his lover's body trembling and raising his hips into the empty air.

The thief held down Malik's hips and swallowed around him.

A pitiful whimper escaped the blond man as he was rewarded with his desired prize. Much to his disappointment, he couldn't raise his hips into the heat. Bakura held his hips down to prevent him getting more contact than Bakura would allow.

Bakura deep-throated his lover and moaned, sending vibrations around the hard flesh.

The blond arched his back and felt the tightness becoming stronger.

“Bakura….so close.”

Bakura pulled back, exposing the painfully hard flesh to the open air. “I know you're close, love. So sexy…”

“Going to come for me, Malik? Hmm? Baby?”

Malik writhed as Bakura pumped him with his hand. “Yes….I am.”

Bakura licked the flesh again and swallowed around the blond.

A hard, quick sucking motion was Malik's undoing….Malik arched his back and spilled his release into his lover's waiting body.

Bakura swallowed the release eagerly and lapped up whatever he could not swallow fast enough. After cleaning Malik `s length and groin with his tongue, he slipped beside Malik and draped his arm over him.

“Why did you stop?”

“Your shoulder, Hikari Ishtar. I'm not going to pound you to kingdom come if your arm is injured like that.”

Malik looked up at Bakura with large eyes.

“The eyes don't work on me, Hikari Ishtar. My daughter was an expert.” Bakura held Malik and smiled.

“I'm innocent,” Malik giggled.
”I find it hard to believe that anyone in the Ishtar Family is innocent….I'm sure even your sister has a secret or two of her own.”

Malik snickered. “Isis? My sister hasn't done anything.”

Bakura shook his head. “I find that hard to believe.”

 

 

 

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