Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ More Than Just That ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Warnings: Yaoi(MalexMale), Auish, OOCness, Rape, Minor, Mild Language, Strong
Violence, and Strong Angst.

Disclaimer: I don't own YuGiOh, but I do use its characters for my own sick and
twisted imagination.

Read these notes before you start story: I'm doing my own version of what happened
to Bakura in the past, so fuck what you have to say about me being wrong.

Yami No Bakura will be called Bakura in past and Bakura in present.

Yami No Yugi will be called Atemu in past and Yami Yugi in present.

Ryou Bakura will be called Ryou in present.

Yugi Mouto will be called Yugi in present.

Marik Ishtar will be called Marik in the past.

Joey Wheeler will be called Jounouchi in past and Joey in present.
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Chapter 7

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Bakura is thirteen now.

The white haired boy dived behind a rock, curling up so he wasn't visible. He
was escaping the guards who were after him, sent by the pharoah.

'What the hell does he want now' Bakura thought.'Maybe I should send all
these pathetic guards to the shadow realm!'

"Where the hell did that boy go!?" The guard growled."You'll idiots let him
get away!"

"You were the one chasing him, too!" The other guard argued. All the guards
began to argue.

"Shut up!" Another guard demanded."Lets just shut up and look for him,
remember we will get severely punished if we don't return the boy to the
kingdom!"

'Hm, this will prove to be interesting' Bakura thought, pressing his hand
to his own mouth trying to surpress his laughter.

Bakura was relieved to see the guards run torwards another direction.

"Finally," Bakura groaned, uncurling and standing up. He streched, flinching
as he felt his muscles throb with pain."Damn, I'm sore from running."

The white haired boy felt lonely without Marik, he missed him so much.

"Fate is cruel," Bakura said to himself. He yawned tiredly."I better find
shelter." He searced around the area, and grinned to himself as he saw a tree
tipped a bit over, having a opening underground. He slid under, curling up.

He fell into a deep sleep....

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"But sir, do you really think it was necessary to trap Seth's soul in the rod?"
A young man asked Atemu, apparently concerned about the whole mess.

"Yes!" Atemu hissed at the man."If I had tried to kill him, he would of sealed
me into a item like I did him!"

"Whatever you say," The man replied, turning around and walking away.

"Thats what he gets for trying to overpower me!" Atemu said, looking to his
wife and wrapping his arm around her slim waist. They engaged into a deep
and passionate kiss (A/N: I needed him to have a queen, its part of the plot
of Bakura killing people, if you know what I mean!).

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Bakura's dream.....


*~* Dream Sequence *~*

(A/N: This dream has some lime! If you don't like, don't read!)

"Marik?" Bakura said, cupping his lovers cheek.

"Bakura.." Marik breathed, pressing his body against the white haired boy's
body.

"I thought you were trapped into the rod..." Bakura said, tears forming in
his eyes.

"Your love brought me back!" Marik said, wrapping his arm around Bakura's
neck, burying his head on the boy's shoulder."Please..."

"Please what?" Bakura asked, confused.

"Please touch me!" Marik exclaimed, pulling his head up and brushing his lips
against Bakura's lips.

"But, we are only thirteen!" Bakura gasped, blushing as he felt Marik's lips
against his lips. That was he first kiss ever.

"I'm not talking about making love.." Marik said."I'm only talking about
touching... please... I need you..."

"Alright, anything for you..." Bakura said, blushing as he trailed his own
hand down the sandy blonde haired boy's clothed chest. He bit his own lip,
blushing more as his hand went closer to clothed waist. He took in a breathe,
pushing his hand inbetween his lover's leg. He felt Marik's limp member through
his tunic. He grabbed it through the tunic, feeling it stiffen a bit.

Marik let out a moan, leaning onto Bakura's hand.

'His moans sound.... beautiful...' Bakura thought, gently squeezing Marik's
clothed member.

"Please... slip your hand under my tunic..." Marik begged. Bakura did so,
grabbing the sandy haired boy's slighly erect bare member. He blushed, feeling
his own member stand up from doing this to the other boy.

Bakura let out a cry as Marik began to disappear.

"Marik!" Bakura cried, stumbling as Marik turned into thin air.

*~* End Of Dream Sequence *~*

"Marik!" Bakura screamed, sitting up. He breathed hard, his face drenched in
sweat."Marik..."

He held back his tears, shaking. He looked down, seeing a bulge between his
leg on his robe.

(A/N: Critrus! Get your yummy citrus here!)

Bakura shakingly let his hand travel down his body, stopping on the bulge
inbetween his legs. He pressed his hand on it, feeling shivers of pleasure
travel up his body. He pulled his robes up, letting the cool air touch his
slighly erected member.

He spread his leg, letting the cool air make his member erect all the way.
He then wrapped his fingers around it, pumping it. He moaned to himself, feeling
precum drip at the top. He stroked faster, wanting release. After several
moments later, he released with a cry, collasping to the ground, panting. He
looked down, seeing all his cum all over the grass.

Bakura blushed because that was the first time he ever touch himself.

"Marik... I wished you were here to touch me like that..." Bakura said to
himself. He pulled his robe over his member, smoothing it down and getting
up.

"I will save you..." Bakura said."In fact, I need to save him, now!"

Bakura marched out of the forest, with the monsters and his knife.

TBC

Authoress's Notes: Got to love me! ^_~ I added some juicy lime and citrus in
this chapter since yall've been good little readers, waiting for it. Sorry
for the lack of lemon, I'll be adding some very soon, I promise. Well, I'll
update later, bye!