Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Redemption ❯ Uninvited Guests ( Chapter 11 )

AN:

Okay peoples, now is a very good time to be going and reading those warnings I put up in the first couple of chapters. I mean read them very carefully and if there is anything there you see that you don't like, back off from this chapter right now. There is definitely mature content in here people so if you are underage, back out now or I will not be held accountable. It will also be malexmale so you have been warned. Any flames for ignoring said warning will be laughed at I assure you. That said, onward.

 

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Seto made his way to earth, or more accurately Domino, while most of the inhabitants lay sleeping. His mood had not improved much since he had been informed that he would be coming to earth, and while that in itself did not bother him, the fact that he was going to be stuck there for an indefinite period of time until he was summoned did. He dealt with angels, not humans. He blamed Marik and Yami, for they had always been a thorn in his side, and he had absolutely no doubt that the blame for this lay squarely at their feet. Had it not been for their meddling he would be busy with some other task in Heaven, not wondering how he was going to pass his time here.

 

With this and other irritations plaguing his mind he touched down elegantly in a dark alley. His wings flared briefly behind him before he released the magic required to banish them. He stretched his shoulders irritably, aware that he was going to have to get used to the feeling of being without his wings, rather than just putting up with the sensation as he had done on his previous visits. With a scowl, he closed his eyes and used his power to morph his robes into the modern clothing he would require. His eyes snapped open when he was ready to face the mortal world, and he knew exactly where he was going to go.

 

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Bakura entered his apartment with a grin on his face. It had been a very pleasant evening, and Ryou making that move had been a very nice development. It had allowed him to make his without any discomfort, knowing full well that it was welcomed. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Ryou off by moving too fast, though he was being over cautious but this was the first time he had attempted something like this. But being around Ryou was intoxicating, at least now had it not been before that not so innocent tease in the restaurant, which now had his mind working overtime on sinful images of the youth. This slow chase was delicious and painful at the same time, and while new to him, he found it to be exquisite.

 

He went to run his fingers through his hair, snagging quickly on the wild knots. He gave a grunt of irritation and gave up for now heading for his kitchen, more specifically the fridge. He grabbed a glass and some juice, but as he walked to his living room he caught sight of himself in a mirror. His unruly hair was really starting to look a mess. So perhaps he ought to drag a brush through it more often. Okay, so a shower to try and help him tame it was in order. Abandoning the glass of juice on a table, he walked quickly to the bathroom, turning the shower on to let the water heat. That done he headed to the bedroom to grab a towel, shedding his t-shirt while he was there. When he made his way back into the bathroom it was already beginning to fog up with steam.

 

He unzipped then toed off his boots, before quickly slipping out of his clothes, leaving them where they fell. He could pick them up later. He stepped into the bath and under the hot, powerful stream of water. Hmm this was one of those mortal pleasures he had grown fond of. He sighed as he stood with his head beneath the flow, feeling his hair slick itself to his back, oh but the warmth felt so good. Reaching out, eyes closed as the water ran down his face he grabbed the shampoo bottle, squeezing the soapy liquid into his palm, before replacing the bottle and beginning to lather it into his hair. As he massaged the liquid through he could feel the knots beginning to shift. With a smile of satisfaction he continued to work, feeling the foam flow down his shoulders.

 

He turned suddenly at the sound of his doorbell. Shit! Who in Hell could that be? Well he was in no state to answer the door so they would just have to go away or wait. He began to rinse the foam from his hair, only to get irritated when the bell rang again refusing to be ignored. Damn it! What was with this person? Fine, if they were so insistent.

 

“Alright already, the door is open; now give me ten fucking minutes to finish up!”

 

What a load of shit this was. Who the fuck was coming round here at this time of night? He was willing to bet that Marik was up to his bloody tricks again. Oh if he only had his powers he would teach that bloody Fallen a thing or two, Devil or not. Oh by the gates of Hell the former angel had a knack for getting on his nerves. This was pent up `tick Bakura off time' after holding back the other night. Damn him, oh he'd damn him to Hell if there were any bloody point. For fucks sake! He growled in annoyance while rushing through his washing routine.

 

While Bakura ranted to himself mentally he missed the sound of someone softly opening the bathroom door. A figure made their way through the mist, smiling gently as they saw the silhouette through the shower curtain. A second set of clothes hit the floor, Bakura missing the sound entirely as the sound of running water over his ears blocked everything out. With a smirk the figure stepped into the bath behind Bakura, eyes running hungrily over the naked back, the smooth flesh ghosted with rivulets and beads of water. It was a sight too tempting, the figure reaching out, allowing fingers to brush over the small of Bakura's back.

 

Bakura almost leapt out of his skin at the unexpected contact, moving to whirl round and kick the living daylights out of the intruder, he was shocked when strong hands gripped his hips firmly stopping him.

 

“Don't!” Came the calm, but firm voice from behind him. It wasn't a request, it was a damn order.

 

Bakura snarled, about to wrench himself out of that grip, until the scent of jasmine wafted across the steam filled room, his eyes widened, the grip on his hips softening, the fingers of the intruder's right hand moving to gently caress the small of his back.

 

“Ryou?” He asked confused. He was even more shocked when he heard a familiar giggle.

 

“Did you miss me?” Came the soft reply.

 

Bakura's mind reeled. What the Hell was Ryou doing here, now wait a minute, how the Hell did he know where he lived? Did the youth really follow him home? Damn he should never have mentioned stalking, yet he was strangely exhilarated by this bizarre turn of events. Still, there was something not quite right about this situation, his evening having taken a surreal turn.

 

“Ryou…” He said softly starting to turn around. Suddenly the tight grip was back on his hips, forcing him back, and with a resounding smack Ryou whacked his behind hard. Bakura cried out in sheer indignation.

 

“I said don't!” Again that tone of authority from lips he hadn't thought could be like this.

 

Bakura growled, his eyes narrowing. He was not happy about the pain and heat that radiated from where Ryou had smacked him. What the fuck was going on here? Ryou's hands moved now, away from his hips, inwards to the small of his back, thumbs massaging the base of his spine. Hmm, now that on the other hand was good, and he caught himself sighing at the pleasurable sensation. Still, he really had to think, which wasn't easy as those hands slid up his back, his eyes sliding closed as he felt Ryou step closer.

 

“What are you doing?” He asked, meaning for the question to be firm, but it came as a soft sigh as those hands began to massage his shoulders in just the right way to make him melt.

 

Ryou chuckled. “I wanted to see you. I just got lucky and found you in here.” He purred. Bakura's eyes flew open, oh Hell's gates, it was that tone that had nearly been his undoing earlier. That tone which had been used in play earlier, but now left no doubt in his mind what Ryou had on his mind right now.

 

Ryou trailed his hands down Bakura's sides pressing his lips to the flesh of Bakura's shoulder. Bakura let out a soft moan, feeling a lot of blood rushing to his nether regions. Oh fuck what was happening here? In answer to the question he could not have heard, Ryou slid one hand under Bakura's arm to caress his throat, while the fingers of the other hand gently traced circles on his stomach, sending little sparks of sensation straight to his awakening arousal. Oh how he wanted to turn round, grab hold of the youth and claim his lips and ravage his mouth. As he tried to move Ryou tightened his grip at Bakura's throat, biting his shoulder hard, making him hiss against the pain.

 

“I said no.” He stated in Bakura's ear, that tone of command adding to Bakura's rising arousal.

 

Okay, so perhaps Ryou hadn't been teasing at the restaurant earlier. At that thought he felt his mind start to slip into a fog of lust, his arousal twitching. This was just so fucking left field, and so damn hot! Ryou loosened his grip, now assured that Bakura was listening.

 

“What am I going to do with you?” Ryou purred lasciviously, the tone making Bakura groan in want. “You don't seem to be able to do as you are told.” His fingers caressed the bite mark that both of them knew was going to leave a bruise in the morning, gently soothing the pain that he had caused. He took hold of Bakura's wrists, Bakura letting him move him, his rational mind long since departed. He placed Bakura's hands against the wall. “Now keep them there until I tell you to.” Ryou barked.

 

“But?” The question slipped out before he realised it, or could stop it.

 

Bakura cried out as Ryou bit him again. Damn that hurt!

 

“I said don't move.” Came the answering growl, the message clear, he was not to be questioned.

 

Oh he was so fucked! “Shit Ryou!” He moaned, Ryou chuckling in return.

 

“Now play nice and I assure you I'll make it worth your while.” Ryou purred in his ear.

 

Bakura could only moan in reply as Ryou ground his now very evident arousal against his backside, the motion had his own cock twitching with more than a little interest. Determined not to remain completely passive he pushed back, delighting in Ryou's answering murmur of pleasure. Ryou's hands traced their way to his hips, fingers gently stroking over the curve of his pelvis, thumbs massaging his lower back. Bakura allowed his eyes to close, his head falling forward under the stream of water, revelling in the feel of the two grinding against each other, those gentle, skilled hands, and the rising wave of lust and need that was beginning to overwhelm him.

 

He rolled his head back as Ryou's lips moved back to his shoulder, kissing and licking at the bite marks he had left, gently soothing the abused flesh. As one of Ryou's hands slid softly to his stomach he realised he was panting for breath, and despite the setting he could feel himself break out into a sweat. Ryou being naked in the shower with him would be hot under any circumstance, but being commanded by him like this, damn he felt like he was going to explode with lust.

 

“Fuck Ryou. This is the last thing I expected.” He managed to grind out as Ryou's hands wandered over his chest.

 

Ryou drew Bakura's wet hair away from his neck, nipping at the newly exposed flesh lightly. “Of course it is, but that's what makes it so fun.”

 

He felt Ryou grin against his neck as one hand began to follow the water's path down his body. Ryou took his time, his touch firm, sliding over slick flesh, all the time kissing and sucking at a sensitive spot behind Bakura's ear. Bakura almost whined when he found that spot, how in Hell did Ryou just seem to know his weak points. In return he ground back into Ryou, loving hearing Ryou sigh in pleasure at the contact. Ryou's hand was now skimming the plane of his stomach, and there was only one place it was headed. Bakura's breathing quickened in anticipation, grunting at the first feather-light touch to his manhood. The next sound that tore from his throat was somewhere between a feral growl and a sigh of relief as Ryou's slender fingers wrapped around his twitching length, his hips bucking at the sensation.

 

“You like that?” Came the purred question in his ear.

 

“Fuck yes!” Bakura responded without hesitation, gasping despite himself as Ryou started to pump him gently at a torturously slow pace. Bakura ground back into Ryou in response, the two forming a rhythm as Ryou matched him, moaning at the friction against his own arousal. He bit back a cry, gritting his teeth as Ryou's free hand teased at a sensitive spot where his body and thigh met. He knew his breathing was ragged, and he had lost any kind of control of his body ages ago. He was currently torn between the need for Ryou to hurry up and force him to orgasm, or to risk Ryou's wrath by saying fuck it, spinning round, pinning the youth to the wall and fucking him into next week. Ryou seemed to sense Bakura's inner turmoil, increasing the pressure and speed of his wicked hand job in reply.

 

“Fuck!” Bakura yelled at the sudden increase in sensation. “Shit Ryou, you have no idea how much I want to turn round and ravage you right now.”

 

“But that's the whole point.” Ryou teased. “And I will let you, when you are good and ready.” He purred.

 

Bakura snarled in utter want at the comment, no longer able to think clearly in any way. All that mattered was the pleasure, the sinful things Ryou seemed to be able to do to his body and the sheer ferocity of his need to come right now! He was by now thrusting into Ryou's accommodating hand, letting out a guttural moan as Ryou's thumb stroked over the head of his erection, the sounds echoing off the tiled walls. Wet flesh against wet flesh, heat against heat, moving in rhythm, in a dance as old as time itself. Every stroke and every touch nearly bringing Bakura to the point of explosion. He was so fucking close, so…damn…close… Oh fuck, here it comes, fuuuuckkk!!!

 

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Bakura sat bolt upright in bed, shocked out of his dream by the sound of someone banging loudly nearby. What the fuck?! His mind was clouded and he was sweating. It took him a moment to get a grip on reality, realising that no matter how real it had seemed it was just a dream. And what a fucking dream! Their banter and those kisses had evidently gone to his head, well perhaps more accurately to his groin he chuckled, feeling the pressure between his legs. Damn that youth had him horny as hell. He shifted in bed, hissing at the painful hardness at his groin. Shit, why the dream couldn't have ended he had no idea, so now he was stuck with having to fucking take matters into his own hands.

 

The loud banging reached his ears again and he suddenly understood what had disturbed his slumber, it was his fucking front door. He was suddenly alert and registering that it was dark outside. He turned to the clock, growling at the sight of 00:00, midnight. So his dream was a mix of fantasy and reality. So who the fuck would be at his door at this time? He was pretty sure it wouldn't be Ryou no matter how he might want it to be, pounding at the door would not be his style. The hammering began again and he narrowed his eyes in annoyance. Once again his dreaming and reality seemed to cross over, his thoughts turning to Marik. Who the fuck else could possibly be doing this to him?

 

Angrily he threw away the covers getting to his feet quickly. Grabbing a pair of black jeans he pulled them on quickly, growling in frustration when his erection refused to go down. Well it wasn't going down on its own and his guest seemed determined not to wait. Well they'd have to see and not give a shit then. He made himself as possible as he could under the circumstances before he turned his attention to the source of the pounding. Whoever the fuck decided to wake him from such a fucking brilliant dream was about to get a piece of his mind and almost certainly a fist or two their way. He found himself almost hoping it was Marik, he felt he owed the Fallen for some of his pranks in the past, though this one took the fucking biscuit.

 

He stormed across the apartment to the front door, opening it with almost violent force. He glared at the figure before him for a moment, before being stunned to find it wasn't Marik. The figure before him was so unexpected his brain refused to process it. Shaking his head he refused to believe what he saw, thinking it to be a result of his sleep befuddled mind. That decided he slammed the front door, turning to go back to bed, vaguely noticing that his little `problem' in his jeans had gone as effectively as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over him. What was he thinking, it couldn't have been. There was no way in Hell that he had been at his door unless… Marik had warned him… Fuck no! The hammering on the door began again and Bakura cringed. Oh Hell this was not going to be good. He opened the door swiftly and looked up to see a rather predictably irate…

 

“Seto.” He growled. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

 

The cerulean eyed angel just snorted in disgust and barged past him into the apartment. Bakura ground his teeth in annoyance.

 

“Why it's good to see you too Seto, it's been a few millennia, how about we catch up, come on in why don't you.” He snarled sarcastically at the retreating back of the slender angel. Oh he was royally fucked if he had Seto on his doorstep, and he had slammed the door in his face. Shit, so this was Heaven's move. So much for not affecting him, thanks Marik. With a grunt of frustration he closed the door and headed to his lounge to see what kind of Hell awaited him in the angel's presence. Seto was stood arms folded across his chest, his blue eyes as cold as Bakura had ever seen them, seeming to burn with blue flame in his ire.

 

“What is going on Bakura?” Seto growled at his reluctant host.

 

“Well set a fucking context for that question and I might be able to give you an answer.” Bakura snapped.

 

“Don't play games with me wingless freak.” Seto spat, Bakura recoiling at the insult. “I know Marik is up to something and I want to know what it is.”

 

Bakura snorted in derision. “What? Don't tell me Heaven hasn't seen his attempts at matchmaking. I know for a fact that this is not your first visit recently, so who is playing games now?” He retorted.

 

“I am not referring to Marik's twisted attempts to help you find redemption; don't be so arrogant as to think this is about you.” Seto snarled with venom.

 

“If this is about him setting you up to bump into Joey then…” Bakura smirked.

 

“Will you get to the damn point?” Seto yelled. “This is not about you, this is not about me, but about the fact that Marik and one of his minions have been meddling about with humans when they know better.” He clarified through clenched teeth.

 

Bakura shrugged, knowing it would annoy Seto further, and why not? The Bastard had woken him at midnight. “How the fuck should I know? I'm not his fucking PA.” He barked back. He really did not take kindly to being yelled at like this, though in some ways seeing Seto lose his cool like this was strangely satisfying.

 

“Don't give me that, I know you have been consorting with him.” Seto sneered.

 

“Consorting with him?” Bakura actually sniggered. “For Heaven's sakes you really have got to update your vocabulary.” He sniggered again at the icy glare he got in response. “While I have met with Marik, it has hardly been by choice and not to my benefit. In fact he has been a royal fucking pain in the ass, but thanks to you I can do nothing but endure him. So before you start accusing me of being some part of his fucking little plots, you should sure as shit take the time to get your facts straight!”

 

Okay, so he had started to rant some there, not a good idea considering who he was ranting at, but damn it felt good to say that. He knew that half of Hell would kill to have the chance to put the Left Hand of God in his place. He even smirked, he had not seen Seto since the day he had fulfilled God's wish and there was a certain amount of pent up aggression within him that had been festering in regards to the Avenger. He chuckled when Seto scowled and looked away; obviously Bakura had not given him the answers he was looking for.

 

“So that's it. That was what was so important that in the small hours of the morning you are practically breaking my door down in an attempt to interrogate me about Marik's plans. Great, remind me to maim said Fallen the next time I lay eyes on him.”

 

Seto merely grunted in reply and looked about for a place to sit before sitting in an armchair. Said action left Bakura puzzled and scratching his head. Seto had come here, woken him up, pestered him for answers which he had not been given, and was now sitting down. Isn't he supposed to storm out in a huff right about now? Okay something was definitely screwy here. With deliberate slowness he crossed to sit in the chair opposite Seto, regarding the Adversary as one might a poisonous and deadly snake. Seto on the other hand seemed to be staring out of the window, eyes narrowed in distinct annoyance, and seemingly ignoring Bakura altogether. This was not the Avenger that Bakura had known in Heaven, well the accusations, the yelling the coldness yes, but this? Eying Seto cautiously he knew he had to get to the bottom of this strange behaviour.

 

“Okay, what in all of creation is going on Seto?” He addressed him seriously, being careful to drop all hints of malice in his voice, knowing that provoking Seto was not going to get him any answers. Meanwhile he was trying not to get too freaked out by the fact that Seto was sat opposite him, in his flat and…sulking?

 

“The Lord is concerned, that your friends are interacting with the humans inappropriately.” Seto's answer was smooth, his angered face settling back into that cool mask that Bakura remembered. Bakura relaxed, now this Seto he could handle.

 

“Friends is a strong word, especially in the plural. I wouldn't describe Marik as a friend, but I'm at a loss for an accurate word to use.” Bakura leaned forward as Seto raised an eyebrow at his ignorance. “So tell me who else is involved in this mess?”

 

“Yami.” Seto spat the name as if it left a foul taste in his mouth.

 

Bakura sniggered. “Ah, the diabolical duo.” He smirked as Seto rolled his eyes at the comment. “I might have known. I've not laid eyes on him since the last time I saw you.” He stated pointedly.

 

“Well his involvement in this little scheme of Marik's and the way he has been overstepping his mark has the Lord curious. He doesn't want another…incident.”

 

Bakura chuckled. “Oh is that what you're calling it now?” Seto glared at him. “Okay, I get it, modern times is not the place for the Lord to have to go all Old Testament on people. Having to resort to such tactics would be a disaster, and Heaven is wondering if this is the first step in another catastrophe.”

 

Seto eyed him carefully and then nodded.

 

“Then what the Hell are you doing here with me then? I'm so far fucking removed form Heaven and Hell that I can be of no use to anyone. Hell for the first time in millennia I actually have a fucking clue as to what both are thinking. Marik did say he was expecting some kind of move from the Heaven's though I don't think he was expecting you to come interrogate me.”

 

“So you have been consorting with him.” Seto barked, a flare of anger in his eyes once more.

 

Bakura groaned in frustration. “Enough with the consorting! No, he merely mentioned at our last conversation, which was the first civil one I have had with him in a while, that he was expecting something, call it a little heads up.”

 

“It figures that he would be expecting retribution. He knows when he has sinned.”

 

Bakura sat back, raising a hand to his forehead, wrapping his free arm round his bare chest. He had forgotten how irritating the Avenger's pious attitude could be. “Whatever.” He tossed the comment away. “I still haven't had an answer to my original question.”

 

Seto merely raised an eyebrow in response.

 

Bakura sighed in annoyance. “What are you doing here of all places Seto?”

 

To his surprise Seto smirked. Oh Hell this was not good. Seto was about to enjoy himself which could only mean he wasn't going to be.

 

“Well, quite simply, the Lord has decided that while no rules have actually been broken, Marik and his pet cannot simply be left to carry on as they are without supervision. Hence I have been despatched to keep an eye on things, make sure they don't get out of hand.”

 

“Still doesn't explain what the fuck you are doing trying to hammer my door down at this unholy hour of the morning.”

 

“Well, since no one knows how long this little scheme of theirs is going to take to play out, the Lord thought it best that I remain on earth until it is over.”

 

“And what in the darkest pits of Hell does that have to do with me?” He snapped. He was feeling tired and distinctly irritable.

 

Seto just smirked and waited for him to work it out for himself. Bakura eyed him suspiciously, knowing he was missing something obvious. Damn his tired mind, he knew Seto was inwardly laughing at him for not picking up on his point. So the angel was going to be on earth for a while and… His eyes widened in shock and ire.

 

“Hell no! There is no fucking way Seto!”

 

Seto sat coolly and watched as Bakura exploded onto his feet, gaining more than a little satisfaction at seeing Bakura riled.

 

“It was a logical choice. You are the only angel to have lived on earth for any amount of time. Though you do seem to prolong your sentence much more than is necessary.”

 

“Piss off!” Bakura hissed. “Don't play concerned with me. I know you don't give a shit!”

 

Seto ignored his ire. “Since I will have to stay here for some time, I thought it prudent to start here. I will need a place to stay and to blend in amongst the humans.”

 

“Fucking Hell, why me!” Bakura moaned.

 

Right, it was official; the whole world was against him. He was just about starting to enjoy this life on earth thing and bam! The rug just had to get fucking pulled from underneath him. The last thing he needed was to be babysitting an angel and teaching him how to blend in. much less said angel being Seto. Yep the world was definitely against him. He wanted to fight this, scream and shout but he knew it wouldn't do any good. Even if he succeeded in getting rid of Seto for now, it would mean that he would have another problem on his hands when he did turn up around Ryou's friends and started acting like an angel.

 

“Do you have any idea what you are asking of me?” He snarled at the smirking angel. He remembered only too well the adjustments he had to go through on his banishment to earth. Seto had no idea, and he knew it was only temporary. He looked up at the smug bastard. “I bet all you have done is hide your wings. Your body isn't ready for living in this world. You have to eat, drink sleep… where the fuck are you going to sleep? You sure as Hell are not having my bed!”

 

Seto cocked an eyebrow at this. “I do not need to do any of those things.”

 

Bakura sniggered. “Don't be so naïve. There is no way you are going to sit here day in day out where no one can see you till whatever it is, is over. Therefore you will have to do all of the aforementioned. And because this apartment is meant for one, you sure as shit won't be staying here.” He sneered.

 

“What!” Seto barked in shock.

 

“You heard me. As soon as I have you presentable for the world you are on your own and you can fucking deal with it. I didn't ask you to come here and there is no room for you. I'll do what I have to because if you are going to be round Ryou and his friends I don't want you freaking them out. And neither do you, it would be kind of against the fucking point of your little mission wouldn't it?”

 

Seto snorted, not dignifying Bakura's rant with a real response.

 

“So, Avenger.” He spat. “You are going to take a crash course in being human, and then you will get the fuck out of my life so I can get back to more important things.”

 

“Ah, that little look-alike of yours. How Marik intends for you to achieve redemption through him is beyond me. But enjoy it if you must. It seems to please the Lord.”

 

Bakura turned at that little titbit of information. So God still kept a watch on him, even after all these years. The thought brought a soft smile to his face, instantly calming him. There was not one amongst the host who did not enjoy being in the Lord's favour, he was their creator, their father, their guide and master. For a moment it was as if nothing had happened, as if the last few millennia had been nothing but a bad dream. But pressure in his bladder brought him back to reality. He didn't know if he even had a bladder as an angel. Well that was another thing Seto would have to learn.

 

He stretched and yawned, the movement bringing displeasure to the eyes of his rather impromptu houseguest.

 

“Well I suppose for the next couple of days you can stay, but we will have to work things out after that. After all, until I manage to educate you about sleep not having a second bed will not be an issue.”

 

Seto grunted. “I don't want to be here anymore than you want me here Bakura, don't forget that. I do the Lord's will and he has commanded me here.”

 

Bakura snorted. “I highly doubt that he ordered you to come wake me in the small hours of the morning and basically hijack my life.”

 

“I am merely being resourceful.” Seto replied blandly.

 

“Whatever.” He yawned again. Damn he needed that sleep Well at least tomorrow…today was Monday and he had work, that would at least keep him from Seto for a few hours, and hopefully he would still have an apartment to come home to. But he could deal with that later. “Well the TV's there if you can work it out, or you can entertain yourself for a few hours.” With that he turned and headed to the bedroom.

 

“Just where are you going?”

 

Bakura turned and sneered. “To bed, where you dragged me from in the first place. I need to sleep even if you don't, you made sure of that!” He spat. With that he left the stunned angel to his own devices, slamming his bedroom door behind him.

 

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Sat by the pool Akeifa could only watch in fixated horror as the events in Bakura's apartment played out. This was certainly more than they had bargained for.

 

“Oh we have a problem.” He sighed to himself.

 

He set off quickly, his tail switching back and forth in his agitation. He hated to be the one that broke the news, but it was better coming from him he knew. He found Marik in the main hall deep in consultation with a group of fellow Fallen.

 

“My Lord Marik, I must speak with you.”

 

The group turned and looked at him, Marik looking puzzled, and then concerned when he saw the look on his friend's face.

 

“Please forgive the intrusion, but this is a matter of some importance, I would speak with you alone.”

 

Marik quickly dismissed his companions, Akeifa waiting for the doors to be closed before revealing the news. Outside the hall the departing Fallen all jumped at the roar that came from within the closed room.

 

“WHAT!!!!!”

 

They hurried away quickly knowing that an angry Marik was also a dangerous Marik.

 

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AN:

Okay, now that was a chappie and a half. Okay it was a little short and as for the citrus content… did you really think I would make Ryou into a creepy molesting stalker. What do you take me for? But it was fun. Anyways, next chapter will be longer I solemnly swear.

 

Now I must give a huge head up to Nell, people you need to say a big hi and thanks to this girl because she has agreed to become my Beta reader *squeals*, since I can never see my own bloody mistakes this is a god send and we should all benefit from this partnership. Plus she does a wicked RP and between her and Paniwi (Another wicked RP, what the hell we are doing in this strange cross of ours I will never know, all we need is TY to turn up now…) *sighs* I am up to my knees in plot bunnies for future chapters. I hope you are prepared for an epic. How long is this already… 50,000+ words!!! O.o. Okay it is official, I have an overactive imagination.

 

Anyways, I have help, so… Nell, you are an angel, thanks for the second pair of eyes and making me laugh so hard I can't write. Paniwi, my dearest darling girl where would I be without you? Lost I am sure. So enough of the rambling!!! On to the next chapter!!!

 

R&R people