Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Journey to Heaven ❯ Longing ( Chapter 52 )

WARNING: MARIK X BAKURA X MALIK X RYOU LEMON! FOURSOME LEMON! ATEN X ROBBIE LEMON WARNING!!!!!

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Longing

The silence of the dark house was soon broken by the subtle creaking of the bed in Robbie and Aten's bedroom.

Aten laid on his back as Robbie slowly entered him.

“Aten, tell me when to stop if you get scared.”

Aten nodded quietly, his body trembling from memories he couldn't repress any longer. Tears dropped out of his eyes as Robbie buried himself in Aten's body completely.

He remained still, waiting for his husband to adjust.
”Aten, deep breaths, baby. That a boy….deep breaths.”

Aten swallowed hard as his legs wrapped around Robbie as he had been `taught' long ago.

Robbie slowly entered him, taking care not to startle the trembling teen beneath him. Robbie leaned down and kissed Aten on his lips to help distract him from the pain. “You're doing well, Aten.”

Aten held onto Robbie's shoulders and let out a choked sob. “Robbie…”

“Do you want me to stop? I will if it's what you want.”

Aten shook his head. “No….please, Robbie. Keep going.”

Robbie raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Robbie….please.”

Robbie penetrated Aten's body again with a series of pleasurable moans.

/As long as Robbie is enjoying himself, my needs are secondary./

Robbie's panting breaths hit Aten's bare skin as he moved quickly into Aten's body.

Aten's fingernails dug into Robbie's shoulders as he felt Robbie's length brush across his prostate. Aten reached between them to stroke himself….and found himself limp as if nothing was happening.

Robbie looked down at the limp arousal in Aten's hand. “What the---?”

“Give me time, Robbie……”

“It's okay, Aten…..Don't feel like you HAVE to. I love you no matter what.”

/Nobody will want someone who can't climax during sex! I have to come for Robbie or he won't think I find him attractive!/

Aten pumped himself fiercely, making his own skin burn with the force of his desperate strokes. Even the ferocity with which he touched himself didn't arouse him.

Robbie looked down. “Aten, don't hurt yourself.”

Aten looked up at Robbie with tears in his eyes. “What kind of lover can I be for you if I can't get hard, Robbie?!”

Robbie stopped thrusting and steadied himself on one hand. “Aten, it's not your fault. Okay? Don't feel like you have to perform for me.”

Aten sniffled. “But….will you love me even if I can't climax?”

Robbie smiled. “I will love you no matter what, Aten. Maybe you should go to Zira and have him look at you. I want to make sure there's no physical reason why you can't come.”

Aten shifted his eyes away from his lover. “I….I'm too embarrassed. What will Zira say?”

“Well, for starters, he'll tell you to drop your drawers and he'll examine your bits and pieces and make sure all is working.”

The Egyptian on the bed laughed loudly on the bed. He covered his mouth to keep from waking up Miranda and Daniel in the next room….that is, if they weren't already awake with the creaking of the bed.

“'Bits and pieces?' I've never heard that one! My parents always a penis a penis. Our mother was very insistent that we know our bodies and what each part was for. Besides, living in a house with four gay men kind of taught Aria and I not to be ashamed of our bodies. To the time my sister began developing breasts, she would run from her bedroom to the bathroom naked. So would I. There's no shame in our house about that stuff.”

Robbie chuckled. “Mom always said `Bits and Pieces' to me with a smile. She liked to have fun with the funny names. But seriously, Aten….if you have a problem, Zira may help you.”

Aten sighed. “Okay, Robbie. I'll try to go to him.”

//Liar.//

/You're right…I can't go to Zira about this. This is too…embarrassing./

Robbie kissed Aten's cheek. “Are you okay?”

Aten nodded.

Robbie slowly started to move inside Aten again. The Egyptian could feel Robbie pressing against his prostate with each penetration. He continued to stroke himself with Robbie's motions, but still to no avail.

He couldn't get hard.

And like a rock falling off of a cliff, Aten lost his sexual desire.

Aten didn't have the heart to tell Robbie that his sex drive had high and low periods. He didn't wish to deny Robbie his sexual needs. That would be wrong.

Aten continued to try to arouse himself, but to no avail. Robbie's breathing became ragged, his body became covered in sweat and his thrusts became more desperate.

“Aten….god…..” Robbie breathed out quickly through his open mouth as he felt his body wallowing in pleasure.

Robbie placed his arms on either side of Aten's head and slipped into him. With a moan, he released hard into Aten's body, filling his husband with his warm release.

The teen shivered on his arms and looked down. Aten was still trying to stroke himself into rigidity.

Robbie's blue eyes looked down into Aten's brown and purple eyes.

“Just give me a little time, Robbie.”

Robbie kissed Aten's neck and suckled on the juncture. He licked and kissed Aten's collarbone. The longer he kissed Aten, the longer he stayed inside him, the quicker he was becoming more aroused by Aten's tight heat.

Aten's fingers dug into Robbie's curly black hair as he felt the familiar sensation of a limp member quickly hardening inside of him.

The Egyptian beat back the memory with great difficulty.

[Oh, lookie….see what you're hot little body is doing to me, boy? You're making grandfather all hot for you again. Let's have a little more fun.]

[[NO! FATHER! PLEASE DON'T DO THAT TO HIM! LEAVE HIM ALONE! HE'S ONLY A BABY!]]

[Shut up, Ryou! *slap*]

Robbie slowly moved in Aten again. The Egyptian closed his eyes and whimpered as Robbie slipped into him

quickly.

Aten continued to touch himself, his arousal not responding to his own touch.

Robbie began to pant again and Aten went limp on the bed. Their bodies rocked together on the bed, the

bed creaking with the rhythm of their lovemaking.

Aten turned his head and looked at the clock. Robbie and he had been making love for four hours.

Four Hours. Robbie had came at least three times.

He….had not even climaxed once.

Robbie's arms started to tremble from holding himself up. He could feel his arms go weak from their continuous lovemaking.

Aten felt his husband tremble and pant heavily. Aten's thumb circled the head of his arousal. It wasn't even weeping yet. After four hours of Robbie being inside him….there wasn't so much as a little moisture on the tip of his length.

Robbie's face turned red from the quick pace of his thrusts and his quick breathing. “Aten…”

Robbie moaned. “Come for me, Aten…..please, baby.”

Aten wrapped his hand around himself and thrust into his grip, but not one drop of pre-cum slipped out of the tip.

Robbie closed his eyes and trembled. “I can't hold back anymore,” he moaned.

Aten felt another wave of release spill out of Robbie and into his body.

Robbie collapsed on him, his body twitching. “Ow,” he whimpered as his arousal hurt from the long duration of intercourse.

The shaking boy climbed off of his friend and laid by his side.

“Aten…*pant*….I….*pant*….I'm spent…..*pant*. I can't…..*pant*….come anymore…*pant*.”

Aten released his own arousal and felt self-conscious. Robbie's total climaxes numbered four. He couldn't even get aroused.

/What's wrong with me? I had no problem at the beach!/

Aten turned his head and found Robbie fast asleep beside him. `He passed out,' Aten thought.

The Egyptian slowly slid out of bed. When he stood on his feet, he crumbled to his knees.

`It hurts….just like grandfather….but Robbie loves me…..He isn't like grandfather.'

Aten reached behind and touched his right buttock cheek. `Ow…grandfather…..'

The Egyptian looked around. `Grandfather isn't here……I can't forget that. Grandfather isn't alive anymore…was he?'

He struggled to his feet and walked to the window where the moonlight poured into the room.

/Damn dirty penis!/ I shouted to myself. /YOU WILL GET HARD RIGHT NOW!/

Aten took his fist and hit his arousal hard. He winced and struggled to stay on his feet.

/GET HARD NOW!/

Aten hit himself again and he fell to his knees again.

[My grandson is a very dirty little boy.]

Aten looked down at his arousal. `Am I a dirty little boy?'

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Ryou walked to Aria's room and found his daughter sleeping on top of the covers, her Chemistry book across her chest. Her right leg hung off the bed as she snored soundly. Ryou chuckled quietly as her snoring reminded him of her father. Ryou could tell a little bump forming on Aria's belly. Around her neck, Aria continued to wear Malik's good luck necklace. She had not taken it off since Malik had given it to her. On the floor, Umi had fallen asleep on his own Chemistry book.

Ryou bit his lip as he looked at the two sleeping teens. `I could squish them both so badly right now!' he thought to himself.

Ryou crept quietly into the room and took one of Aria's throw blankets and covered Umi on the floor. The boy slept quietly, his back rising and falling with each restful breath. Ryou slowly removed Aria's book from her chest and placed it on the table beside her bed. Ryou lifted her leg slowly and carefully and placed it on the bed. With even more caution, he covered her in a blanket. He smiled down at her, his mind flooding with thoughts.

Ryou reached down and caressed her white spiky hair. `I hope I've always been the best mother I could be to you, Aria. I've tried to be the mother that I never had myself. All I've wanted was your happiness and your safety. I still remember holding you in my arms…you were so little. I still remember you biting me when I tried to breastfeed you. And I'll never forget when you took your first steps. Your little chibi legs were shaking. When you would fall, you picked yourself up with a smile.' Ryou sighed. `My beautiful Aria….'

The mother leaned down and kissed Aria on the forehead. “Goodnight, baby girl.”

Ryou stepped over Umi. “Goodnight, Umi.”

“Hello, my daddy's friends, I---uhh….” Umi continued to snore and talk in his sleep.

Ryou closed his daughter's bedroom door and opened Aten's. “Goodnight, baby boy,” Ryou muttered into the unoccupied room.

Malik came out of his bedroom with a purple pair of boxers. “Ryou? Are you still saying goodnight to that room?”

Ryou shrugged. “Old habits die hard, Malik. It still feels like Aten's here.” Ryou turned around and leaned on the door. “I miss him, Malik.”

Malik hugged Ryou. “I know you do, Ryou. It's normal to feel like this when one of the chicks leave the nest.”

“What am I going to do when Aria leaves home.”

Ryou covered his mouth and Malik could see the tears pooling in the brown eyes.

`Ryou's going through that `Empty Nest Syndrome' thing, I see,' Malik thought. `I've read about this before.'

“Ryou, it's okay to feel like this when children leave…or even one of them.”

Ryou lowered his head. “I miss him so much, Malik. I keep thinking that I have to call him down for supper….or have him take his laundry upstairs…..or remind him it's time for him to take his medication.”

Malik held Ryou against him and nuzzled his cheek. “Ryou, I know it's hard for you, but everything will be okay. I promise.”

Malik wiped a tear away from Ryou's eye. Malik leaned in slowly and kissed the other hikari on the lips. The Egyptian felt the other man's arms wrap around him. Malik pressed against Ryou and slipped a cautious hand under Ryou's shirt. The tanned hand glided up Ryou's side. A wandering thumb arrived at the nipple and rubbed against it, making the white-haired man whimper.

“Malik….” Ryou arched his body into the thumb, aching for more of that blessed contact.

Ryou kissed over to Malik's ear and licked its edge. Ryou kissed the ear and continued to stroke the slightly-ticklish skin with his tongue.

Malik let out a quiet giggle. “That tickles!”

Ryou giggled in return and pressed his forehead to Malik. “Ticklish? You?”

Malik laughed as he tried to push away from Ryou, but the white-haired hikari held him tightly against him. “Ryou, what are you doing?”

Ryou turned themselves around and pinned Malik against the wall. “Let me do that again!” Ryou said happily.

“No! That tickles!” Malik laughed as Ryou attacked his ears again.

Ryou's hand slipped under the rim of Malik's pants and wrapped around Malik's limp arousal.

The Egyptian moaned as the ticklish sensation became quickly secondary to the pleasure of Ryou's soft, angelic

touch.

As Ryou's hand stroked Malik slowly, the Egyptian brought his hips into the thrust. Ryou's thumb circled over the soft, slippery head.

 

“Come on, Ryou…get your hands out of Malik's pants and let's go,” Marik said before pulling Ryou away from Malik and throwing the hikari over his shoulder. Marik carried Ryou into the bedroom draped over his shoulder. “Are we doing the caveman thing again, Marik?”

Marik gave a quick, firm slap to Ryou's buttocks. Marik snickered. “Marik need Ryou…now. Urgh.”

Ryou giggled and lifted his head.

Bakura walked in carrying Malik draped over his shoulder.

Marik turned to the other yami. “So, Itemri, what do you think we should do with these two for starting without us?”

A giggle escaped Malik. “Hey! We didn't mean to!”

Marik grinned. “Hold my Light, Itemri.”

The blond yami pulled down Malik's pants with one hand and gave a firm slap to the flesh. “Bad hikari!”

The blond hikari let out a moan.

Ryou laughed. “Marik, are you going to put me down or are you going to spank us all night?”

Marik gave a lighter tap to Ryou's buttocks. “That's it, Ryou! You're so in for it!” Marik removed Malik's pants and his shoes as he remained draped over Bakura's shoulder.

Bakura grabbed the rim of Ryou's pants with one hand and pulled them down with a good tug.

“Yami, be careful with those pants,” Ryou said. “They're my favorite pair!”

“Umm…are you two going to let us down any time soon?” Malik asked, wiggling over Bakura's shoulder.

Marik grinned devilishly as he looked at Malik's vulnerable position.

“How's your grip on him, Itemri?”

“Holding pretty good,” Bakura said turning and kissing the side of Malik's left buttock.

Marik licked his lips. “Hmm…hold him right there, Itemri.” Marik walked towards his hikari and gave the right buttock a gentle kiss. With a slow tongue, he licked the soft flesh of his husband.

Malik gripped onto Bakura's shirt tightly and whimpered as he felt the exploring tongue wander towards his entrance slowly.

“Umm…guys? I can't see what's going on,” Ryou said, squirming against Marik's shoulder.

Bakura grinned. “Oh? You want to know what's going on?”

Ryou closed his eyes as he felt his husband's lips touch his buttock gently. “Mmm…Bakura.”

Bakura's teeth lightly brushed against the white skin of Ryou's backside and kissed the skin affectionately.

Malik's moans grew louder and began squirming in Bakura's grip. His moan grew louder as he felt a wet, soft tongue slip against his entrance.

“Bakura…..uhh….gods…please put me down.”

Malik felt the tongue touch and flutter against the sensitive opening, drawing moans of pleasure from him.

Bakura gave Ryou's backside another nip and dropped Malik on the bed. Malik laid on his back, his half-aroused erection weeping its beads of desire.

Marik's hand moved to Ryou's backside and his other hand went just below Ryou's neck. Malik laid Ryou on the bed gently. The blond yami moved to his hikari and kneeled between Malik's legs.

With a lick of his lips, Marik swallowed Malik's arousal.

The blond hikari arched his back and moaned at the silky wet heat surrounding him. Marik created a suction around his husband's throbbing arousal. Marik withdrew slowly and twirled his tongue over Malik's head, cleaning up the salty beads slipping out of the head.

Bakura settled between Ryou's legs and kissed Ryou's length from base to tip. The hikari closed his eyes and moaned as he felt his husband's lips lightly touch his skin. Ryou sighed as a wet heat surrounded his length.

Malik turned his head and looked at Ryou beside him. “Ryou….”

Ryou turned his head towards Malik and shifted closer to the other hikari.

Ryou and Malik kissed deeply as their yamis drew on their arousals. Marik and Bakura felt fingers bury into their hair and they looked up. They watched their lights kiss hungrily.

“Damn, that's hot,” Marik said with a grin as he reached into his own pants to touch himself.

Bakura grinned. “Let me help you with that, Ishtar.”

Bakura moved to Marik and kissed his lover deeply. Bakura unzippered Marik's pants and pushed them down slowly, leaving the yami's half-aroused length exposed.

The white-haired yami fell forward on his hands and knees and swallowed around Marik's length.

“Gods…Itemri….oh yeah, baby,” Marik moaned as the other yami drew on his hardening length.

Marik moved his hips into the silky warm heat. “Gods, Itemri…feels so good.”

Bakura's tongue swirled around the sensitive head, only to dip and lap at the slit, tasting the salty essence of his lover.

Marik closed his eyes tightly. “Itemri…I'm going to come right here if you do that again.”

Bakura grinned devilishly. “Oh, really?” Bakura lapped at Marik again.

“Itemri…I'm….serious.”

Marik's attention towards the hikaris was taken away by Bakura's teasing. Marik grabbed Bakura's hair and pulled his head back. “I'm serious. I'm going to come if you do that one more time.”

Bakura grinned and raised a hand. He stroked Marik and rose to his knees. “I know you want to come for me, Marik. I know you want to come hard for me.”

Marik swallowed hard. “Gods…”

Marik wrapped his arm around Bakura and pulled him onto the bed. Ryou crawled on top of Malik and began sucking on the side of the Egyptian's neck.

Marik kneeled between Bakura's knees and offered two fingers to Bakura. The spiky white-haired yami sucked on them suggestively, coating them good with his own saliva.

Marik pulled his fingers away and slipped one digit into Bakura's tight passage.

“Oh gods,” Bakura moaned as he arched his back. His body clutched around the digit and tried to prevent its path higher into Bakura's body.

“Relax, Itemri,” Marik cooed to his lover. “Relax, baby.”

Marik and Bakura turned their heads to see Malik licking Ryou's left nipple slowly. Ryou closed his eyes and moaned in ecstasy. The blond hikari grinded himself against his counterpart, letting their arousals rub together in a sensual rhythm. Their straining arousals, leaking and throbbing with need, brushed against each other as they let their hands roam each other's naked bodies.

Marik added a second finger as he watched his husband kiss down Ryou's body. “How does Malik feel, Ryou?” Marik asked with a grin.

“Oh….sweet Isis….good.”

Malik quickly left Ryou and grabbed the peach oil and coated his fingers with it. The yamis watched as Malik slipped an oil-covered finger into Ryou's body.

The hikari on the bed arched his back and grabbed onto Bakura's hand tightly. He breathed in and out slowly as his body struggled to repel the intruder. The digit entering Ryou's body slipped high and moved within his body. His finger brushed against something and Ryou bucked his hips up into the air.

Bakura let out a growl as Marik found his prostate.

The yami added another finger and wiggled them with a slow, torturous motion.

Bakura thrust against the fingers, trying to bring them deeper inside. “Marik….gods…take me.”

Marik removed his fingers and grabbed the peach oil. Bakura sat up and oiled Marik's length with slow strokes.

When Marik knew he was oiled enough, he settled himself between Bakura's legs and entered him. Ryou watched Marik enter him slowly at first.

The blond yami leaned down and kissed Bakura's lips as Bakura entered him the rest of the way. Ryou's hand moved to Bakura's length, stroking his yami lightly.

Malik added a second finger to Ryou, making the hikari buck against the intruders. He kissed Ryou's length gently.

Ryou looked down at Malik. “Malik, please…I need you.”

Malik oiled himself thoroughly and crawled up towards Ryou. Malik settled himself between Ryou's legs and slowly pressed inside.

Ryou arched his back and gripped onto Malik's shoulders tightly.

“Ryou, are you okay?”

Ryou nodded. “I'm fine, Malik. I need you. Kiss me.”

Malik leaned down and kissed Ryou on the lips.

Marik licked his lips as he watched Malik move into Ryou's body. With every penetration of his body, Ryou moaned in pleasure.

“Ryou…love you…”

Ryou reached up and stroked Malik's cheek. “I love you, Malik.”

Marik shifted closer to Bakura and pounded into the other yami's body. The blond put his lover's legs on his shoulders and slammed his length into Bakura's body.

Bakura's knees were bent and were pressed against his shoulders as Marik plowed into him, making the bed creak with the force of their lovemaking. The sounds of their flesh colliding added to Bakura's moans.

Malik started to move within Ryou slowly at first and then picked up speed.

Bakura and Ryou closed their eyes and moaned as their lovers penetrated them with more speed. Both of them panted heavily as the Ishtars entered them quickly.

Ryou closed his eyes and moaned as Malik hit his prostate. “Oh yes, Malik…..harder…”

Malik pounded harder into Ryou, both hikaris became covered in sweat from their rapid lovemaking.

Beside them, the two yamis were grunting and growling at each other. Marik leaned over and sunk his teeth into Bakura's neck. With his hands, he pinned Bakura's wrists to the bed, leaving the yami helpless.

“Ishtar,” Bakura moaned.

Marik whispered in Bakura's ear, “Come for me, Itemri….Submit to me and let me feel you come hard for me.”

Marik bit Bakura's neck again, making the white-haired yami whimper.

“That's right, Itemri…”

Bakura whimpered again as Marik made direct contact with his prostate, slamming into it over and over again.

Marik pulled back from the bite and looked into Bakura's chocolate eyes. “Look into my eyes as you come, baby.”

Bakura's brown eyes pierced deeply into the purple eyes hovering above him. He wrestled his wrists free and the white-haired yami grabbed onto the sweaty shoulders of his lover. He pulled Marik down for a kiss and moaned.

Bakura's body convulsed as he sent his release between he and his lover.

Marik continued to pound into Bakura and turned his head to watch the two hikaris.

Malik leaned down to kiss Ryou as his body thrust into Ryou's body with heated passion. The Egyptian moaned into Ryou's mouth and tensed. The white-haired hikari broke the kiss and arched his back as he felt warm release fill him inside.

Ryou arched his back and climaxed between he and his lover.

Marik let out a moan and kissed Bakura on the lips, kissing the other yami deeply. Bakura held Marik close as he felt the familiar sensation of Marik filling him.

Both Ishtars collapsed on their lovers, their bodies sweaty, twitching, and their hips slowly stopping their thrusting motions.

Ryou held Malik close to him and kissed Malik's ear. “Thank you.”

“No…*pant*….problem.”

Marik held onto Bakura tightly. “Love you, Itemri.”

“Love you…*pant*….too….*pant*….Ishtar.”

When the Ishtars were able to steady themselves on their feet, they crawled into the bed with the Itemris. Marik switched places with Malik, cuddling Ryou against his body.

Malik cuddled against Bakura's back with a happy and contented sigh.

Ryou snuggled against Marik's chest with his own contented sigh. He felt the yami's hand on his hip, rubbing it gently with the palm of his hand. The hikari closed his eyes and pressed his warm cheek against Marik's chest.

“How are you holding up, Ryou?”

“Okay,” he said with a sigh.

“What's wrong, baby?”

Ryou sighed. “I was thinking about Aten in the hallway.”

“It's not going to be easy not having him around. I miss him, too, Ryou. I miss my son very much. I'm finding it hard to let go of him.”

“I know. But I'm worried about Aria. What if the necklace doesn't work? What if the baby is born dead?”

Bakura reached over and stroked Ryou's hair. “That necklace will work, love.”

“Yeah, Ryou. That necklace has never let down any woman in my family! That necklace is very old and it has a high rate of success.”

“I hope so,” Ryou said with uncertainty. “I hope you're right.”

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