Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Return To Paradise ❯ Marik's Rescue ( Chapter 24 )

WARNING: RYOU X BAKURA LEMON! YAOI!

 

Marik's Rescue

 

Bakura walked along the boardwalk as the warm night wind caused slight ripples on the water. He passed two men staggering together with their arms around each other's shoulders talking incoherently.

The yami narrowed his eyes, searching for any sign of Marik's presence, but it was of no avail. He walked along and saw Aria's houseboat with only one light lit below the deck. `Aria must be having a late night,' the father thought as he passed.

Two men ahead of them were arguing loudly, poking each other's chests with hostility, and eventually breaking up into a fistfight. The loud music of the boardwalk tavern dulled the shouting insults thrown by the two sailors.

The yami looked around and found a familiar man sitting on a barrel outside the tavern and away from the fistfight.

The other man recognized Bakura and lifted a glass of ale. “Hello, my friend, Bakura! What brings you here this late at night?”

“Hi, Mako, I'm on a mission.”

Mako laughed. “You make it sound like it's top-secret.”

“It is, Mako.”

Mako smiled at the yami. “I hear you and I are going to be grandparents again, `Kura! Congratulations!”

Bakura sighed. “Yes, I know.”

“I'm quite proud of my boy. He comes from good stock, just like his daddy.”

“My seed is good seed…..just a little crazy sometimes.”

Mako raised his glass with a wink. “Just like her daddy, right, `Kura?”

“The fruit never falls far from the tree, Mako, never forget that.”

Mako smiled proudly. “I wonder if it'll be a girl this time around. Of course, I'd be happy either way as long as the baby was healthy.”

“Look, Ishtar, I didn't come to discuss our spawns spawning. Have you seen Ishtar around here?”

Mako scratched his blue hair and shook his head. “Can't say I have. I haven't seen him for a while. How is he these days?”

Bakura crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. “Knowing Ishtar, right now he's in deep shit and I have to pull him out of it no matter how stinky the job gets.”

“What did he do this time? Cause an earthquake in California?”

“No, that was two weeks ago. No, this is something worse.”

Mako sipped from his glass. “Did he threaten to bring the Shadows once more into the human world?”

“No, he's been a good boy on that account.”

“He didn't raise the dead, did he?”

Bakura shook his head again. “No, that's not his thing. I'd be more able to command the souls of the dead and use them to my advantage, but Ishtar can't control the dead. That's my job.”

“Is he on the lamb?”

“Ishtar is more likely on chicken, not on lamb. You know how he gets if you put chicken in front of his mouth. He drools worse than Sekhmet and growls if anyone so much as looks at his plate. Of course, meat is meat.”

“No, you silly! You know, I mean running from the cops?”

Bakura laughed. “Ishtar and I always run from them. Old habits die hard, you see.”

“Yeah, I'm familiar.”

“No, Ishtar was arrested and I'm out to find him.”

“Try the police stations in Domino.”

Bakura shook his head. “No, the INS supposedly came and grabbed him, but I doubt those fuckers really were from the INS. My people told me that the car headed towards the docks. Somebody kidnapped Ishtar and I'm here to track him down before something happens to him.”

“No, I haven't seen him at all, `Kura. If I do see him, though, I will let you know. You might not have any luck tonight, though. All the places around the docks are closed for the night.”

Bakura grinned. “That's never stopped me before. I'm a thief, remember? I can usually get anywhere I need to go, day or night.”

“I wish you luck on your search, my friend.”

“Thanks, Mako.”

Bakura continued to walk along the docks, scrutinizing the shadows and every person that passed him. `Ishtar, where are you?'

Bakura looked up into the sky and saw a light coming from the distance. `The stars are so bright tonight.' As the yami focused his vision on the light, he discovered the light wasn't flickering like a star.

He ran towards the light and saw a three story building by the docks with a light on in the top floor. His smile curled like a stalker who has just found his prey.

There was a large fence surrounding the building with barbed wire on the top of the fence. Men with dogs patrolled the perimeter.

`Time for a test of all my abilities,' he thought as he looked for a weakness in the building's defenses.

He crept in the shadows as the dogs began to bark nearby. The handlers allowed the dogs to run to the fence and snarl, foaming at the mouth in animalistic fury.

`Makes me wish I had a Milkbone in my pocket. Note to self: Next time, bring doggie snacks to distract canines while busting a friend out of harm's way.”

Bakura walked around the back of the building and found a lock on the gate. The numeric keypad made him groan in frustration. “Modern humans have to make this so damn complicated,” he grumbled to himself quietly. “Whatever happened to the good old days when things were held together by a lock you can pick?”

He closed his eyes and the ring glowed. “Open this gate so that I may pass.”

The numerical keypad sparked and smoked with the magic emanating from the Millennium Ring.

The yami opened the gate slowly and closed it behind him. If the gate looked shut, no one would question.

Bakura sneaked among the shadows, approaching quietly in the darkness. `Marik, I'm coming to get you. Hold on.'

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The doctors removed the jacket from Marik and laid him on a table. The unconscious yami didn't respond as IV lines were inserted into his veins.

The head doctor opened up Marik's file folder. “This specimen is very unusual. There's enzymes in this….being's body….that I have never seen before. The most unusual thing about this creature is that the machines all failed to pick up a heartbeat.”

A woman doctor looked down at the patient. “How can he live if he has no heartbeat?”

“That's not the half of it. The scans we did of his body reveal that there is a tip of an arrow impaled into his lungs, piercing part of his heart. Upon examining his back, there is evidence of a healed wound in his back. This individual should be dead by all accounts and yet he can move and survive.”

The doctors looked at the scans with disbelief.

“This man should be dead; what is he doing alive?”

“If he has no heartbeat, how come we can take a pulse on his neck?”

“He can't be human.”

The head doctor closed the file folder and placed it on the nearby table. “He also has a tattoo on the back of his neck that we have not been able to identify. It doesn't look gang related, but it does have hieroglyphs on it that we can't decipher. Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we are going to get all of our answers. We have been ordered to dissect this individual and examine everything before the media catches the news that we have this creature.”

The doctor turned to his assistant. “Scalpel, please.”

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Bakura held his breath as a soldier walked past him. The yami narrowed his eyes, reached for his dagger, and lunged for the guard in the darkness. He covered his mouth quickly and dragged him back into the shadows.

“Now you listen to me here, boy. Do you have a friend of mine in this building named Marik Ishtar?”

The man struggled against Bakura, but the yami pressed the blade close to the man's jugular vein.

“Nod if he's in here or so help me Ra, I will bleed you like a ritual sacrifice!”

The man nodded quickly, stopping his struggle.

“Good. You just stay right there.” Bakura turned around and pressed the man against the stone of the building. He reached for the man's access card and grinned. He turned the man around again and his white hair spiked. “I want you to know, it's nothing personal, just business.” Bakura grinned as he sliced through the man's throat with his dagger. The man's blood flowed freely from the wound as the man's eyes widened in terror. “Considering that your payment for fucking with the wrong people.”

The man fell limp against Bakura as his body shuddered from the death throes.

“That is sexy work,” Bakura whispered to himself. “Of course, this is just the tip of the iceberg. Many more people are going to pay for what they have done to my family.”

Bakura hid the man's body in the shadows and proceeded cautiously to a door. He quickly scanned the dead man's access card and slipped inside.

The yami held onto his Millennium Ring again and whispered a silent command. The halls were dark as he crept along the wide hallway. He looked into the dark rooms and found offices with desks piled high with paper.

He climbed the stairs in the stairwell, knowing the dangers of taking an elevator and fighting in a crowded area.

He climbed to the next set of stairs and saw a doctor descending the steps. He ambushed the doctor and gripped him tightly.

“Don't hurt me!” the doctor pleaded.

“Ishtar, where is he?”

The man shuddered with fear at Bakura's glowing red eyes and his spiky hair.

“I'm not playing around here! Where is he?”

“He's…in surgery! That's all I know!”

Bakura felt his heart leap into his throat. “Surgery? For what?”

“He's unlike any person we have ever seen before!”

Bakura grinned. “And you will experience pain like you never have before if you don't tell me EXACTLY where he is!”

The doctor pointed up. “He's upstairs!”

“Where upstairs, mortal?”

The man fainted from his fear and Bakura rolled his eyes. He grabbed another security access card from the man and fished in his pockets for money. He grabbed the man's wallet and looked down at the fainted man.

“That is so rude,” Bakura thought as he tossed the man from the second story flight of stairs. A crunch sounded from below as the man's bones broke.

Bakura entered the second level hallway and looked into the rooms. Doctor's offices lines the corridor. A medical files room was at the end of the hall and Bakura picked the lock. He entered the room and searched for Marik's file, but came up empty. `They must have it with them. They'll pay for this.'

Bakura rushed up to the next level and scanned his card again. The door unlocked and Bakura searched every door for the surgery room. He found a padded room where he found clawmarks and dried blood.

He leaned down and sniffed the blood. “Fresh. Ishtar's.”

The yami ran out of the door and into the only room left to search.

Bakura burst through the door and saw the doctors crowded around a table. They all looked up at him in surprise.

“What are you doing here? Who are you?” the head doctor asked.

“I am your Angel of Death,” the yami said with a grin as the smell of blood wafted through his nose.

One doctor ran to a phone, but Bakura charged for her. He grabbed it before she could get a hold on it and slapped her. The woman fell onto the ground, moaning and sobbing.

Two doctors lunged for him and Bakura ducked from their grasp. He buried his dagger blade into the back of one and slashed the other doctor's chest when he turned around.

A purple mist surrounded the room as the other four doctors ran for the door. One doctor ran to the window and broke the window, calling into the courtyard for help.

“The door won't open!” the doctor cried out in horror.

Bakura chuckled. “Do you really think I'd let you out that easily?”

The doctors ran to the window, but Bakura intercepted them, swinging his dagger and slashing one doctor's face.

Bakura looked at the table and found an incision had already been made on Marik's chest. The yami's chest cavity was exposed for all to see.

“How DARE you do this to him!” Bakura growled.

Dark Necrofear appeared beside Marik's bed. The monster reached out and touched Marik's blond hair lovingly.

The doctors stood in horror as the monster leaned down to kiss Marik's cold lips.

Bakura turned to Dark Necrofear. “Deal with them. Leave Ishtar to me.”

The monster bowed to her master and turned on the remaining doctors, sending blood and gore flying in all directions.

Bakura walked to Marik's side and looked down at his lover. Bakura leaned down and caressed Marik's hair.

“Ishtar? Marik, wake up.”

The yami remained unconscious.

Dark Necrofear returned to her master. “The job is done. They will join those in the Netherworld.”

“Dismissed,” Bakura said quickly.

Dark Necrofear disappeared, as well as the purple haze.

The yami looked into Marik's chest. Marik's heart looked decayed, but his lungs appeared normal. Bakura put his arm around Marik and held him. “Marik……I thought I'd never find you. I'm going to get you out of here….and destroy any evidence of us once and for all.”

Bakura put his hands on Marik's chest and focused his energy into Marik. Marik's incision had closed on his chest, but he didn't have enough energy to bring the yami back to consciousness. Marik's “pulse” was slow and it appeared that Marik's condition was deteriorating.

Marik was hurt badly and needed his Item……fast.

Bakura removed the doctors' jackets and set them on the ground. He placed Marik's medical file on the pile and set it ablaze.

The yami picked up his lover and carried him over his shoulder. “Let's go home, Marik.”

Bakura carried Marik out of the room as the fire quickly spread, sending smoke creeping into the corridor.

Bakura reached the end of the hall. He stepped into the stairwell and ducked as gunfire erupted from below the sound of soldiers marching up caught his attention.

Bakura put Marik on the ground, leaning him against the wall out of the line of shot.

Four soldiers charged up the third flight of stairs, but Bakura was ready with his daggers to cut the weapons from their hands.

One gun fired and grazed Bakura's ear. Bakura grabbed the man's wrist and snapped it, making the guard drop his firearm. The yami kicked him down the steps as he continued to fight the other three for their weapons.

Bakura ducked one man's gun blast and stabbed the man in the gut. He could hear the panicked screams from outside.

“FIRE!”

“CALL 911!”

The two guards pistol-whipped Bakura, but the yami stood his ground. The yami slashed one and stabbed the other.

Three more guards ran up the stairs as smoke began creeping into the stairwell.

“Hold on, Marik. This may take more time than I expected.”

Bakura threw one of his daggers at a man, hitting him in the eye. The man fired his gun into the air, barely missing Marik's head and fell backwards down the stairs. The yami threw one more dagger and the man fell forward, lifeless.

“Surrender now!” the last guard threatened.

Bakura chuckled. “You do not scare me, mortal.”

Bakura dodged the bullet as the man fired. The yami's Item glowed and the man screamed in agony.

“Enjoy the pain as your soul leaves your body forever.”

The man collapsed in a lifeless heap on the stairs.

Bakura picked up Marik as the smoke became heavier and the roar of the fire could be heard behind the door to the stairwell.

The two yamis descended the stairs, Bakura picking up his daggers from the dead as he carried Marik.

“Marik, you need to cut down on the chicken, man. You're heavier than I remember you. First thing…when we get home….your ass is on a diet….”

On the second level, three more guards charged up the stairs, hitting Bakura in the hand.

Bakura screamed and cursed loudly. He threw two daggers, hitting two and knocking down the third as the two wounded men fell. He retrieved his daggers from the two dead men and saw that the fall of the two soldiers had broken the neck of the third.

Bakura left the building on the first floor and heard gunfire erupting towards him. The bullets carved at the stone of the building beside him as he ran for the gate.

Thick, heavy smoke erupted from the building as flames shot out of the windows.

A loud, thunderous explosion shook the building as stone, glass, and roofing rained down upon the soldiers and dogs.

Dogs were running after Bakura, but the yami turned around. He grinned and his Millennium Item glowed.

“Do you foolish puppies really want to mess with me?” he asked the charging, seething dogs.

The dogs slowed down their pursuit and began to whimper at Bakura's glowing red eyes and his spiky, white hair.

The dogs ran away as their owners continued their pursuit.

Bakura's Ring continued to glow as the bullets ricocheted off of him and Marik. “Your dogs are more intelligent than you are, I see. MILLENNIUM RING, ERASE THEIR MINDS!”

Spires of light emanated from the ring as the men fell to the ground unconscious. Bakura carried Marik through the gate and looked back at the burning building.

“Good riddance.”

The fire engine's wail came piercing from nearby. The yami picked up Marik and returned back to the shadows, sneaking home.

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Malik knocked quietly on Ryou's door and opened it slowly. “Ry? You still awake?”

Ryou turned around and nodded as he laid in the bed. “Yeah, come in. Did Bakura return yet?”

“Nope, not yet, Ry. Sorry. He should be back soon. I hope Marik is okay.”

Ryou turned onto his back and rested his head on his hands. “So do I. I'm worried about him and `Kura.”

Malik closed the door behind him and walked around to the empty side of the bed. “Mind if I join you?”

Ryou pulled back the covers and smiled. “Climb aboard.”

Malik removed his bathrobe and slipped into the sheets, pulling the soft, clean linens on top of himself. He shifted close to Ryou and felt his own bare skin touching that of his friend. He cuddled close to Ryou and sighed contentedly. “Hell yeah.”

Ryou chuckled and put his arm around the blond hikari. “Who do you think took him?”

“Who knows? We're public enemy number one now. Anyone could have taken him. I know Rocher's my number one suspect since it hasn't been long since Rocher's goons made mincemeat out of Bakura.”

“I wish I had the answers.”

Malik yawned beside Ryou. “I know. I wish I could just snap my fingers and Marik would be back here safe and sound. I also wish I could explain how that cut healed so quickly during our dinner with Seto.”

“I've never seen anything like that happen before. All I know is that Rhett was nearby. Do you think that he did it? Do you really think Rhett has Shadow Powers?”

“All I know is that cut healed way too fast. It wouldn't be so bad, though. Shadow Magic seems to run in the family.”

Ryou turned his head to Malik and looked him in the purple eyes. “Seriously? You don't think it's a bad thing?”

“Well, no, not really, Ry. You can't go back and change it anyway. Rhett's powers could be a good thing. If he can heal a little cut, think about what he'll be able to heal as he gets older! He could use that power to benefit a lot of people. Maybe he could even help Aten!”

Ryou bit his lip nervously. “Do you really think he'll be able to cure Aten?”

“Well, we never tried. That is, it may work, it might not, too. Rhett is still a little guy. He's only a baby. I don't know if he'd be able to cure something as advanced as severe heart failure, not when Aten's heart has been damaged this badly so far.”

“Maybe we can try. Maybe Aten won't have to die.”

Malik shrugged. “Some wounds are beyond repair, Ryou. You and I know that of all people.”

“If there's a chance that I could save my son, then I'm going to take it. You understand, don't you?”

“I do. I keep trying to think of other explanations for that cut healing so quickly and I keep coming up with nothing. It's worth a try, Ry, but I don't know if Aria would approve of having Rhett being used solely as a way of having Aten cured.”

Ryou sighed. “I'm sure Aria would understand. I don't think Aria wants to see her brother dead. I'm sure she would want to try.”

“I'm sure you're right there.”

“I'd go to the ends of the Earth to keep Aten alive, Malik. I do not want to see him suffer.”

Malik nodded and rubbed Ryou's chest. “If it works, that would be a miracle, Ry. Just don't get your hopes up too fast.”

“Don't you want to see him get better, Malik?”

“Of course I do! Why wouldn't I? It's worth a try, but I don't know if it was even Rhett who did it.”

Ryou sighed. “I want to at least try.”

Malik and Ryou heard a raucous in the crowd and Bakura's booming voice calling for Malik.

The Egyptian rolled out of bed quickly and darted from the room. He ran down the steps as Bakura burst through the door with Marik in his arms.

“Marik! Oh my god, what happened to him?!”

Bakura laid Marik on the couch as he panted heavily. “He was hurt pretty bad when I got there. They were cutting him open like a Thanksgiving turkey when I arrived. He's lucky I got there just in time.”

Malik grabbed the Millennium Rod and took Marik's hand. “Marik, wake up. It's me, Malik.”

Bakura shook his head as Ryou ran down the steps quickly. “He's not going to wake up. I used whatever spare energy I could to stitch him back together so I could move him. He'd be better off recovering in your Item.”

Malik held up the Millennium Rod and it began to glow. “Spirit of the Millennium Rod, return!”

Marik glowed on the couch and faded from their vision.

Ryou stood beside Bakura with Maxine. “Where was he? Did Rocher's men have him?”

“I found him in a building by the docks. Mako helped indirectly, so I guess we owe him one. These men in white were going to dissect him for medical study.”

“Rocher's men are not into cutting open their victims for medical experimentation.”

Bakura sat on the high-backed chair. “Nope. Rocher didn't have him. The Feds did. I thought Rocher had him, too, but my people gave me some tips.” A grin passed Bakura's face. “I owe Jewel and Eagle Eye something nice for lending a hand.”

Malik looked worried. “What if they come looking for him?”

“They won't find him if he's in the Millennium Rod. Besides, I don't think anyone is going to look for him because that would mean they would have to release the purpose behind why they wanted him. Do you really think the media is going to say that Marik had escaped while medical experimentation was being conducted on him? I highly doubt that,” Ryou said.

Bakura took a deep breath. “I'm inclined to agree with Ry. They won't do anything about this because that would mean they would have breached their own laws regarding experimentation on citizenry. I destroyed the files and lit that place up like a torch. They lost all information they collected on Ishtar.”

Ryou hugged Bakura. “Thank you for bringing him back, baby.”

The yami grinned as his hikari kissed his cheek. “Don't mention it, sexy. Come here,” the yami said, patting his thigh.

Ryou sat on Bakura's lap and wrapped his arms around Bakura's shoulders.

“I should get going to my room. I want to check on Marik and make sure he is in his soulroom safe and sound.”

“Goodnight, Malik,” the two Itemris said as they sat on the chair.

Malik ran upstairs as Ryou and Bakura looked each other in the eyes.

“I'm very proud of you for bringing him home. That was very brave.”

Bakura shrugged with a grin. “It took some stealth and some coercion, but the goal was getting home without looking like swiss cheese. Those firesticks hurt when you get shot with their bullets.”

Ryou smiled and placed his warm hand on Bakura's cheek. “Very brave.”

Ryou pressed his lips against Bakura's and deepened the kiss. Bakura reached up and began to caress Ryou's hair with his left hand. His right crept to Ryou's thigh, rubbing it seductively.

Maxine cleared her throat. “Perhaps I should leave you two alone.”

Ryou and Bakura broke their kiss. Ryou looked down and realized that he had forgotten, like Malik, to put any clothes on when they ran down the stairs for Marik.

“Oh, Maxie! I'm sorry!” Ryou blushed as he reached for a blanket.

“No, no, I'll leave you two alone.”

Bakura chuckled. “Like what you see, Maxie Girl?”

Maxine blushed and shuddered. “I've seen Malik naked….and I don't think I'll be able to get that image out of my head for a long time.”

“Ishtars are not ones for modesty,” Bakura explained. “They let it all hang out…literally.”

“I will allow you both some privacy,” the Chinese woman said as she locked the door and climbed the stairs.

Ryou giggled. “I can't believe I forgot to put clothes on! I was so concerned about Marik that I forgot about it.”

“Honest mistake. Malik being naked…that's just normal around here.”

Ryou giggled again. “She'll be alright.”

“No, she'll be scarred for life. Now, where were we?” Bakura asked with an evil chuckle.

“Right here.”

Ryou kissed Bakura deeply, burying his fingers in Bakura's spiky, white locks. He moaned into the kiss as Bakura's hand rubbed his thigh lightly.

Bakura slipped his tongue between Ryou's lips, probing his lover's warm mouth. Bakura's hand raised to rub Ryou's chest, eliciting a quiet sigh from the hikari. The yami kissed down Ryou's neck and sucked on the side of the warm flesh.

The hikari whimpered as Bakura's hand brushed over his arousal delicately. Ryou moaned again as he felt Bakura's teeth begin to nibble on his heating flesh.

The hikari swung his legs over and straddled Bakura, facing him. Bakura held Ryou close to him, continuing to assault that same spot on Ryou's neck. The yami held him tightly, preventing any attempts to escape from the delightful pleasure.

One of Bakura's arms left Ryou's back and slipped between them. Ryou gasped as he felt Bakura's hand wrap around his length and begin to stroke him lovingly.

“Bakura…..don't stop.”

Bakura felt Ryou's body tremble slightly at the assault of pleasurable sensations flooding through him. “I don't intend to…..” Bakura leaned into Ryou's ear. “Until I make you mine.”

Ryou put his hands on Bakura's shoulders as the yami continued to stroke him. Ryou's white skin was becoming flushed and warmer to the touch as he moved his hips in time with Bakura's motions.

The yami felt his jeans becoming increasingly uncomfortable with Ryou's thrusting naked against him. He shifted in the chair to find another comfortable angle to sit.

Ryou released Bakura's shoulders and removed Bakura's shirt. The hikari kissed Bakura's neck and his shoulders. He kissed Bakura deeply and began rubbing Bakura's right nipple.

The white-haired yami moaned into the kiss and found himself grinding against Ryou's body pressing down on him.

`I don't know how much more I can take,' Bakura thought as his own body began to tremble from his desires.

The hikari reached below and began to rub Bakura through the jeans. The yami's thrusting frustrated him with his jeans still zippered and buttoned. His body was begging to be touched and he could feel every vein in his body plead for contact with his lover.

Ryou unbuttoned Bakura's pants and unzipped them. “Let me help you.”

Ryou stood up and helped Bakura relieve him on his pants and underwear. Bakura sat down in the chair and Ryou kneeled in between Bakura's legs.

Ryou took Bakura's length in his hand and pursed his lips around the sensitive head. The yami whimpered, his face covering with sweat as he gripped the sides of the chair.

The hikari swallowed around Bakura's length, letting the warm, moist heat tantalize Bakura's body.

“Ryou….that's it,” Bakura moaned.

Ryou pulled back only to swallow around his husband's length again, sucking gently on the dripping flesh.

Bakura placed his hands on Ryou's head and pet his hair as the hikari licked the tip of his arousal. “You are so damn sexy, Ry,” Bakura whimpered.

Ryou smiled and swallowed Bakura's length again with wet, moist warmth. The yami sucked in air through closed teeth as he felt his lover's tongue gliding slowly up his arousal.

The hikari pulled back, eliciting a whimper of protest from his partner. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Why'd you stop?” Bakura protested.

Ryou leaned over to kiss Bakura's cheek. “Because I have to get a few things upstairs. Think you could hold on for a few minutes?”

“Make it quick,” Bakura sighed in clear discomfort.

“Patience, big boy,” Ryou said, touching the tip of Bakura's nose with his finger.

Bakura watched Ryou scurry up the steps and leaned his head against the back of the chair. He looked down at his arousal, stiffened and seeping clear fluid. “What a bad place to stop me,” Bakura moaned as his groin ached from the sudden lack of attention it had so desperately abhorred.

He could hear Ryou's footsteps above moving to the side table and sifting through the drawer's contents.

//Ry, for the love of Ra, this is painful!// Bakura whined through the mindlink.

/I know, baby, give me a moment. I had to take care of a few things./

Bakura heard Ryou scurry out of the room and run down the stairs. “What did you need?”

Ryou held up a bottle of oil and smiled. “This. Well, and I also had to take my pill.”

“Get over here, sexy boy,” Bakura grinned.

Ryou straddled Bakura's hip as he sat on the chair and grinded against his yami. “It's been a while. Hasn't it, `Kura?”

Bakura nodded as he let his hands explore and caress his lover's body. “Yes, it has, angel.”

Ryou reached up and brushed his hand against Bakura's cheek lightly. “I'm sorry. I've just been so preoccupied with what has been going on with the media and with Aten's condition that I haven't had time for you.”

“Don't you worry about it, Ry. I'm guilty of that, too, if that is the case. We haven't known a moment's peace since all that nonsense started. Well, I don't think we'll hear anything about what happened tonight. There are some things that the Feds don't want in the media; And medical experimentation on citizenry is one of them.”

Ryou leaned in and kissed Bakura's lips gingerly. The yami reached between them and touched his lover's arousal, dripping some of the oil onto the head.

“Everything will work out, Ry. Somehow. Okay?”

Ryou nodded. “I know. Thank you, baby.”

Bakura smiled back at his lover. “Just focus on us now, alright? Nothing else exists on this mortal plane but you and I.”

Ryou nodded and rested his head on Bakura's shoulders as his yami continued to touch him and tease him with his fingers. Ryou closed his eyes as his body reacted to Bakura's manual teases and taunts.

Ryou reached for the oil and dribbled some on Bakura's length, letting the slick liquid slide down the slope of Bakura's flesh.

Ryou reciprocated the caress that Bakura was giving to him.

The yami heard his hikari begin to breathe harder with quiet moans of pleasure intervening in the patterns of breathing.

“You like this?” Bakura whispered in Ryou's ear.

Ryou nodded. “Of course. What about you?”

Bakura licked the lobe of Ryou's left ear. “Do you want me inside you?”

The hikari clutched onto Bakura as he thrust his hips into Bakura's grip. “Please….'Kura.”

Bakura grinned and licked Ryou's ear. “Get up for a moment.”

Ryou reluctantly stood up and Bakura picked Ryou up into his arms.

The yami laid his lover on the couch and grabbed the bottle of oil. He placed himself between Ryou's legs and leaned over to kiss Ryou's lips. The hikari's head leaned against a pillow as he settled into the couch cushions, relaxing.

Bakura slicked two fingers without breaking the kiss with Ryou. //This may sting a bit.//

Bakura slipped one finger into Ryou's body and heard the hikari whimper loudly into the kiss. //Shh…I know it hurts, angel. It's been a while since we were intimate.//

Ryou wrapped his arms around Bakura, almost clawing into Bakura's skin from the pain.

Bakura added a second finger, touching Ryou's insides lightly and trying to mix pleasure in with the pain his partner was experiencing.

The hikari reached between himself and Bakura and began touching himself with Bakura's motions.

//There we go. Good idea, Ry.//

/Had to try something to distract from the pain./

Bakura grinned and removed his fingers. “ I know what will help.”

The yami positioned himself just outside Ryou's entrance. He placed the tip against Ryou's flesh.

“Do you want it?” Bakura asked.

“Yes,” Ryou moaned as he bucked his hips trying to get Bakura further into him.

Bakura grinned, enjoying Ryou's desperate motions. “I don't know if you want me inside of you.”

“Please, Bakura…”

Bakura leaned over and shook his head. “You want me inside of you, you have to put it in there yourself…convince me you want it.”

The look in Ryou's eyes was something Bakura had never seen from his hikari. He was almost convinced that Ryou had changed into a complete stranger. Ryou's gaze was a mixture of sheer passion, confusion, anger, frustration, and lust.

Ryou went to reach between them, but Bakura shook his head.

“No, no. You can't put me in there yourself.”

Ryou thrust up against Bakura, whimpering and moaning. Ryou's length seeped with lost attention and longing.

Ryou's face was covered in sweat, his body was trembling with need. “Please, baby, please.”

Bakura slid himself inside Ryou a little more, biting his lip against thrusting completely into Ryou and ravaging him just like the good old days…the days when it was just him and Ryou in the house while Steven was on his archaeological digs.

There were no Ishtars in the house. No kids. Just an empty house and an unlimited places where he and his lover could mate for hours without interruption.

Ryou thrust up against Bakura harder as Bakura's length slipped further into him. A sigh of contentment escaped Ryou as he continued to grind himself against Bakura and jockey Bakura's arousal into him deeper.

The yami leaned down and kissed Ryou's cheek. “I think you're ready enough, angel.”

Bakura slipped inside completely burying his arousal in Ryou's body. The hikari moaned and arched his back in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

The yami began moving inside of his partner as he felt the pressure already mounting inside him.

Ryou rested his leg on top of the couch as Bakura buried himself deeper into Ryou's heat.

The yami's face covered in sweat and his body quivered from the sensations of Ryou's body.

“Bakura…that's it, baby. Harder!”

Bakura thrust into Ryou deeper, making Ryou spasm with each penetration. Ryou arched his back as Bakura pounded harder into him.

Bakura thrust inside hard as Ryou felt him release a little.

“That's it, baby,” Ryou moaned, touching Bakura's cheek.

Bakura buried himself deeper and faster into Ryou, who had reached down and began stroking his arousal with Bakura's motions.

The yami watched this, fueling his quickened thrusts. He could feel Ryou's body tightening around him.

“Ry, come for me, angel. That's it.”

Ryou thrust up into his hand as Bakura hit his prostate with a sudden penetration. “Again! Hit there again!”

Bakura thrust in deep and Ryou tilted his head back in pleasure. The hikari thrust up harder as Bakura collided with that same area repeatedly.

Ryou's body trembled and he raised his hips, releasing hard over his hand. “Oh gods…!”

Bakura thrust deep into Ryou as his partner climaxed. “Let it all out, Ry. Every drop. Come on, baby. Let it all out. Yeah.”

Ryou's body tightened around Bakura's. “So much….”

Bakura leaned over Ryou, bringing Ryou into a deep, hungry kiss. Ryou continued to climax as he felt Bakura's own heat flooding into him.

/Give me all of it, `Kura./

//Ry….I love you.//

The hikari smiled at his lover as Bakura broke the kiss. “I love you, too.”

*******************

 

****Dream Sequence****

Marik awoke to find himself in a library. There were books piled on different tables in the room. Ancient scrolls were piled on one table, all unraveled.

“Greetings, Marik. Glad to see you are well.”

Marik raised an eyebrow. “Isis?”

The Egyptian woman turned around with a smile. “Greetings.”

Marik walked up beside her and looked at a table with one ancient scroll opened in front of her. “What are you looking up? I thought your necklace told you everything you needed to know about everything past, present, and future.”

“The future is uncertain, Marik. It can be changed.”

The yami rolled his eyes. “Yes, I know. Odion talked to me about the future, too. He told me a whole line of crap about my son's death.”

Isis looked up at Marik with stern eyes. “What he told you was not, as you say, crap. It was the reality of an uncertain tomorrow. A tomorrow that will be abundant in devastation and battle.”

“Look, Isis, I am not fighting you on this.”

“Correct. You are fighting yourself, Yami Marik. It is a battle that you cannot win if you try and you will lose everything even if you succeed.”

Marik looked into the woman's eyes that resembled Malik's. “It is difficult, Isis. You couldn't understand. You have never had a child.”

“No, you are right. But I had my brother. I cared for him after our mother died. I couldn't be our mother, but I did the best I could.”

Marik shrugged. “Okay, but what about the Tombkeeper's Initiation? Where were you then?”

Isis looked down, disappointed. “I was forbidden. I could not help my brother. I couldn't spare my baby brother the pain of the mutilation. Very few people get a fresh start….as you will soon see.”

“There you go talking in riddles again. Hey, Isis, speak clearly so I can understand you.”

Isis pointed down to the open scroll in front of her. “You will have a chance to start anew…with someone new.”

Marik rolled his eyes and stared daggers at Isis. “Hey, Isis….ENGLISH!

E-N-G-L-I-S-H!”

“You will have a new child to raise very soon.”

Marik laughed. “Ryou can't conceive anymore. He's got…you know, guy parts. I know. I've looked.”

“This new baby will not be solely yours, but you will have a chance to raise her.”

“'Her?' A girl? Me? I don't know about that, Isis. Girls….why don't you ask Itemri to do that? It was hilarious watching him have tea parties in the backyard with Aria when she was a little one. Bakura's better at girls than I could be.”

Isis shook her head. “Bakura has no relation to the child. Only you and your son.”

“You must be talking about Heaven. Robbie will take care of her when my son passes into the Underworld.”

Isis looked up sadly at Marik. “Robbie will join Aten sooner than you think.”

Marik crossed his arms. “Robbie's young yet. He won't die.”

“I have seen it, Marik. Heaven will be yours to raise.”

Marik shook his head. “I can't have a baby running around here anymore! It's not that I don't want her, but she should be with her family, the Morgans.”

“That is why I said she will not be your complete responsibility. You will have to help raise that baby girl, Marik.”

Marik took a deep breath. “Well, I'll have to warn Robbie.”

“Anything you do, Marik Ishtar, will not stop the Cycle of Fate. We are all destined for something in this world. We all have a chance to perform before the curtains fall. I could warn you of everything that will happen. It will not stop them from coming true.”

Marik fell silent and looked at the floor. “Are you certain?”

Isis put her hand on Marik's shoulder. “I would not lie to you, Yami Marik.”

“Me be a father to a girl? I guess I'll have to ask Itemri for tips on tea parties and how to hold the teacup.”

Isis smiled. “It's not as hard as you think.”

********End Dream Sequence*****

 

Marik opened his eyes and he heard a delighted happy gasp.

“Yami! I'm so glad you're awake!”

Marik winced at the high pitch of the exclamation. “Down a few notches! My head is killing me.”

Malik took Marik's hand. “You're safe now, Marik. Bakura brought you home. You're in the Millennium Rod.”

“I feel like fuck.”

“I don't recommend it now,” the voice giggled. “You're in rough shape.”

Marik groaned and rubbed his forehead. “I didn't say I felt like fucking. I meant I feel like crap.”

“Well, I should say so. I've been feeling everything you've been going through the past few days.”

Marik stopped rubbing his forehead. “You…felt everything?”

Malik nodded. “You were too weak to really hear me through our mindlink.”

The blond yami grabbed his hikari and brought him into an embrace. “I'm sorry you had to feel all that.”

Malik shrugged as he laid beside his yami on the large, soft bed in Marik's soulroom. “Don't worry about it. I lived through it. I'm glad you did, too. Bakura got to you just in time.”

“Is he alright?”

Malik nodded. “Oh yeah, he's with Ry downstairs. I don't know if they went to bed yet.”

Marik held Malik against him as he laid beside his hikari. He thought of his dream with Isis. `Was it real or only part of a very strange dream?'

 

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