Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Return To Paradise ❯ Possess Me ( Chapter 29 )

WARNING: LANGUAGE. BAKURA X MARIK LEMON! (It's about damn time we had one of these.) SLIGHT BLOODPLAY.

 

Possess Me

 

A knock at the door came and Seto raised his head. “Come in. Make it quick.”

The door opened and Aten stood there.

Seto's eyes widened, not expecting to seen the teen. His cold features had melted the minute the Egyptian boy enter. “Aten? What are you here for?”

Aten walked inside and shut the door quietly. As he approached the desk, Seto watched as it look like Aten was gliding without touching the ground. The Egyptian was carrying a small canvas in his gaunt right hand.

The Egyptian teen sat on the chair in front of Seto's desk. “I hope I'm not interrupting anything, uncle.”

“No, No, Aten. You weren't. I just didn't expect to see you.”

Seto saw Ryou's smile mirrored in his son.

“I wanted to give you something.”

“Aten, I don't need anything from you.”

Aten removed a small picture from his pocket and handed it to Seto. The CEO took the picture and he felt his heart sink. Hayden, Robbie, and Aten were in the picture. Robbie and Aten had buried Hayden in sand on the beach. Only the boy's hands and feet were showing. The red-headed boy was waving his hand, smiling in the sand. Robbie was holding a yellow bucket, a little patch of chest hair was beginning to grow on the boy. Aten held a yellow sand shovel and wore a tank top, revealing his already-tanned arms to the summer light.

Seto leaned back in his chair. “Aten…..”

“It was taken just before Charlie took us. I wanted you to have it.”

Seto ran his fingers over Hayden's image and bit his lip. “Doesn't Robbie want this?”

“Robbie has a picture like this one. I wanted you to have that one because…..well….let's just say I want you to have it now.”

Seto put the picture on the desk and moved it towards Aten. “I can't take it.”

Aten pushed it back to Seto. “I insist. Besides, I won't have any need of it where I'm going.”

The second part of Aten's argument struck Seto as realistic, albeit a little cold.

“Besides, Seto, I also wanted you to have two more things. One is this painting. I painted it for you a while ago, but I just got to put the finishing glaze on top of it.”

Seto watched as Aten put the painting on the desk. A red sunset hovered above an ocean's rippling waters. A lone fisherman in a boat floated in the distance.

“It's beautiful, Aten.”

Aten smiled proudly. “I'm glad you like it. I probably should have done more with it, but--.”

“No, it's perfect, Aten. I'll hang it up somewhere in my office. I'll find the perfect place for it. How are your current works coming along?”

Aten leaned back in the chair. “I'm almost done the one I'm working on. Uncle Joey won't have anything in the exhibit next Saturday will he?”

“I don't think so. Uncle Joey's not feeling too well.”

“Oh, that is a shame. He is quite good. Well, if he's not feeling too well, he should just take care of himself.”

“Did you see him?”

Aten nodded. “I stopped in and talked to him. I was on my way here when I heard you becoming upset in here.”

Seto sighed. “Sorry you had to hear that.”

“It's alright. Joey was happy to see me. You came to see me before, so I figured I'd return the favor.”

“How are you feeling today?”

Aten shrugged. “Tired, as usual. I convinced Robbie to let me go for a little walk while he takes care of the baby. This is really tiring, so I don't think I'll be going for a walk like this again.”

“I can get someone to drive you home if you want.”

“No thank you. I have to stop at Yugi's place before I go home.

Seto shook his head. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I'm sure.” Aten smiled at Seto again. “Thank you anyway, Seto.”

“Anytime. Have you heard from your sister?”

Aten shook his head. “I saw her last night. She came over with the family. I just need to stop off at Yugi's then I have to finish my painting. I should be able to finish it by tomorrow if I burn the midnight oil.”

“Don't overdo it, Aten.”

Aten gave Seto a smile that the CEO couldn't identify. The smile was one of peace and serenity. The CEO could even see a little glow around Aten's face, despite how sick the teen had become. “Don't worry about me.”

“Why else did you come?”

Aten removed a paper from his jeans. He handed it to Seto. “Open it. You will understand.”

Seto unraveled the paper and saw Aten's handwriting. “Your Last Will and Testament? What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Robbie's going to have enough on his mind without having to worry about what to do with my things. On that paper is where my property and money are meant to go.”

Seto read the paper carefully. “You want to give the camp that much?”

Aten nodded. “It's for a good cause. Those kids are sick and there's no chance of them ever getting better. I loved Camp Sitting Bear and I want to give them what I can.”

Seto chuckled. “I still remember the wallet you gave me. I still have it. You kept calling it `Camp Shitting Bear.'”

“I was only a kid, Uncle Seto!”

“I know, but it was cute. The rest goes to Robbie and Heaven?”

Aten nodded. “If Robbie wishes to give some to my sister, I told him to do so. When Aria has her baby, she may need help with paying the bills. I may not be there to help her physically with the baby, but I will be there in some way.” Aten looked down. “I wish I could be there to see the baby.”

“You could still live to see the baby, Aten.”

Aten shrugged. “Whatever Ra has planned for me, I can't change it. I just have to go on as I can. I really wish I could be there. Do you think she will have a boy or a girl?”

Seto swallowed hard and crossed his arms in front of his chest. `How can I answer this question?'

“Well, she has two boys already.”

Aten burst into laughter. “What if she has twins?! Can you imagine that?!”

Seto laughed uncomfortably. “That……..would be interesting.”

“My sister is due to have a girl, though, I think. I don't have to worry about that with Robbie for obvious reasons. I don't know much about that stuff anyway. We'll see in seven months, I guess.”

“I guess we will,” Seto said.

Aten stood up. “Well, you're a busy man, Uncle Seto. I should let you go. Is Jaimen here? I would like to see him.”

“Jaimen should be here somewhere.”

“I'll go looking for him. Have a nice day, Uncle Seto.”

Seto watched Aten walk towards the door. “Take care of yourself.”

Aten turned, nodded, and smiled at the CEO. Seto could see that Aten had assumed the calm smile that his mother, Ryou, had given him during times of distress. “Thank you for everything.”

The Egyptian left the room, the Scepter of Ra strapped to his belt. Seto shook his head as he saw the teen walk away with a sway of the hips reminiscent of his Marik. `So much like his father…..'

Aten walked down the hall and knocked on Jaimen's door. “Jaimen, you there?”

“Who is it?”

“Aten.”

Aten waited for a moment and heard Jaimen unlock the door. The door swung open and Jaimen began walking away towards his desk.

“You don't come around here much,” the other teen said. “What's the occasion?”

The Egyptian shrugged. “I just wanted to give Seto something I thought he should have. What are you up to?”

Jaimen sighed with frustration. “Dad won't let me go for a ride on my own.”

“Ride?”

“In the helicopter! Donny's been training me on how to fly by myself and I know I'm ready for it!”

“He's just concerned for your safety, Jaimen.”

Jaimen rolled his eyes. “He's just babying me. He knows I can handle it, but he's being an overprotective jackass.”

“Jaimen, your father loves you. He doesn't want to see you get hurt. You're special to him.”

Jaimen laughed loudly. “KaibaCorp is important to him.”

“Now that's not entirely true. He knows that problems can happen when you are so high up in the air. He doesn't want to see you hurt.”

“I know he loves me, but why does he have to smother me with love?”

Aten looked down at the teen. “Because you are the only son they have since Hayden died. They don't want to lose that.”

Jaimen stared up at Aten silently. His eyes gazed into Aten's, searching for signs of truth to what he said. “Well, I guess you're right there.”

“Of course I am. I know they were very upset. They don't want to lose you, too.”

Jaimen took a deep breath. “Sometimes I feel like I just want to go up there and fly on my own….without telling anyone. I want to prove to myself that I can do it.”

“It won't end well if you try that.”

Jaimen narrowed his eyes at Aten. “Then you have no faith in me, too, is that it?”

“No, that's not it!”

“Well, I've become a damn good pilot! I'm not afraid of anything!”

Aten returned the threatening gaze. “I never said I had no faith in you. I am simply saying that if you try to fly on your own, you might get in over your head.”

Jaimen crossed his arms defiantly. “I've trained long and hard to be a pilot and I'm gonna be the best damn one I can be!”

Aten sighed and shrugged. “Well, I tried my best to give you good advice, Jaimen. If you do try to fly solo, I wish you the best of luck, but I highly discourage it. I'm not saying this as your enemy, because I wish you all the best. I'm saying this to let you know that your father would hate to see anything happen to his son.” Aten looked down at the floor sadly. “I know what I'm talking about, Jaimen. Trust me.”

“I do trust you, Aten, but I feel like I have to push my limits.”

“Push them responsibly.”

Jaimen nodded with resignation. “Okay, you win.”

Aten began to cough, covering his mouth. Jaimen heard the other teen wheezing.

“Hey, man, you okay?”

Aten leaned over, using the desk for his own stability. “I'm….fine. I have to go.” The Egyptian winced as the pain in his head intensified. He gripped the top of his head and coughed harder.

“You alright?”

“Awful migraines…”

“Maybe you should sit down.”

Aten shook his head. “No, I have to go to Yugi's.” Aten cleared his throat. “I have to see Yugi before I go home.”

“Okay. I hope you feel better.”

“Thanks, Jaimen. You take care of yourself.”

Jaimen watched the Egyptian walk out of the room. “You, too.”

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

 

Yugi looked his opponent in the mis-matched eyes. The frail figure before him smiled at him confidently. “What are you up to?”

“Me? Up to? Nothing. It's your move.”

Yugi licked his lips and scanned the cards in his hand. He still needed two more pieces of Exodia. His opponent had destroyed one of those pieces with his Card Destruction.

The duelist looked at his opponents cards on the field. Zombies and mummies covered the field in front of him. `Share the Pain' had just been placed in the graveyard by his opponent.

Yugi picked up a card and removed two cards from the field. “I summon my Dark Magician and he's going to attack your face down defense card.”

His opponent flipped the card face up. “It's my `Helpless Child' card.”

Yugi smiled at the Egyptian in front of him. “You are open for attack now.”

Aten smiled. “Okay. Come get me.”

Yugi laughed. “You'd like that!”

“This isn't a Shadow Game, uncle. It's good to play a normal game for a change without it having to determine the fate of the world.”

Yugi chuckled. “Yeah, it's a nice change of pace. Okay. My Blue Eyes hits you and my Kuriboh hits you.”

Aten smiled. “You almost had me there.”

“I'm done. Your move, Chibi Ishtar.”

The Egyptian drew a card and leaned back in his chair. “It was a nice duel, Yugi. I play `Dark Hole.'”

Yugi looked down at his field and swept up the Dark Magician and Kuriboh.

“I sacrifice my two monsters to summon the `Ultimate Obedient Fiend' in attack mode. He's going to wipe you clean of points. Game. Set. Match.”

Yugi chuckled. “You think it was that easy? Well, let me tell you something, Little Yami Marik, I--.” Yugi checked his magic cards on the field and none could counter the summoning of a creature, sacrifices, or dispel magic. “I don't believe it!”

Aten gathered his cards with a smile. “Don't worry about it, Uncle Yugi. You played a good game.”

Aten extended his cold hand to Yugi, who shook it firmly.

“I must be a little rusty.”

“No, you're very good. I haven't won all the time either, remember?”

Yugi nodded, gathering up his cards. He could still see Aten and his sister facing against Seto and Yami. Aten's Scepter of Ra gripped firmly in his hand as he stood beside Aria holding her trident, very pregnant.

The Egyptian had taken an attack for Aria and had been blasted off the platform arena. The teen suffered serious injury, but it gave an opening for Aria to strike back with her last bit of strength.

Aten's scepter remained strapped to his belt as he sat across from Yugi.

“How have you been feeling, Aten?”

Aten shrugged. “Not too bad if it wasn't for the migraines. The doctors don't know why I'm having them. The tests show up nothing.”

“Did they give you anything to help you with the pain?”

Aten nodded. “My medications include painkillers…many of them. I'm just tired of taking pills. Every day it's the same thing three or four times a day. It gets exhausting.”

“I can imagine.”

“How has the shop been?”

Yugi shrugged. “Not too bad.”

“I've made you something, Yugi, but I forgot to bring it. I have it at home in the Studio.”

“You didn't have to, Aten.”

The Egyptian smiled. “Sure I did. I'll have to bring it over tomorrow if I'm feeling okay.”

“Well, I can always come get it if you are not feeling the best.”

“We'll see what happens. The gods have plans that we can't anticipate.”

Yugi nodded. “Very true.”

Aten slipped his deck into his pocket and stood up. “Has Yami come around here?”

Yugi swallowed hard. “Yes, he's stopped by a few times already.”

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Aten asked quickly.

“No, he didn't. He…he's trying to apologize to me and get together with me again.”

The Egyptian raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “I don't trust him. He's got to have another motive for wanting to get back at you.”

“I don't trust him either. I'm with Glenn and he's just going to have to cope on his own because I'm through with him.”

“Well, if he ever gives you trouble, you can call me or my father. Father Bakura and my father will stand up to him. I could do whatever is in my power to do.”

Yugi shook his head. “I can handle my yami. You focus on taking care of yourself and Bakura and Marik know that I can call them if there ever is trouble with Yami.”

“Okay, I just don't want to see you hurt.”

“I'll be fine.”

Aten nodded. “Okay, I'm just making sure. Well, I have to get back home. I'm feeling tired and my migraine is coming back again.”

Yugi gave Aten a hug. “Bye, Aten. See you tomorrow, then.”

Aten waved goodbye with a smile and began walking home.

The rain continued to fall as he walked along the streets. As he passed newspaper stands, he saw headlines of another murdered woman found naked and bound. The young woman was found in a nearby alley.

The lesser headlines were of flash flooding that was happening in the Midwest. Houses were crumbling into the rushing rivers of water. Cars were washed away. In the West, crops were burning from an intense heat wave that hit the area. Tornadoes hit the south, sending devastation in their wake.

Aten continued to walk down the street until he felt two pairs of hands grab him and pull him into an alley, the same alley he recognized from the story of the murdered woman.

He looked into the dark eyes of Eric Barnes, his nemesis smiling at him menacingly. Beside him, Jason held a knife to Aten's throat.

“Well, well, lookie what we found, Jason.”

Aten swallowed hard as the knife pressed against his skin. “Eric, let me go!”

“I don't know if I should, considering what your little fuck buddy did to my girl.”

Aten looked Eric in the eyes. “You're the baby's father, aren't you?”

Eric grinned. “Yeah, I heard you faggots have my kid.”

Aten tried pushing Eric away, but the teen pressed him against the wall hard. “At least we take care of her.”

Eric chuckled. “She's just as useless as you and Limpy.”

“Your fuck buddy should learn to control his temper,” Jason grinned.

Aten felt his heart begin to race in his chest. “You should learn compassion.”

Eric threw Aten on the ground, making the teen hit his head on the concrete. Aten held his head as he felt a little trickle of blood start to drip.

Jason grabbed Aten's Scepter of Ra and pulled it off the teen. “Hey, this is pretty nice, Freak. Where'd you get it?”

Aten turned around on the ground. “That's mine,” Aten groaned.

“You want it?”

Aten tried to stand up, but the impact to his head made him dizzy.

“You can have it!” Jason laughed, slamming the Scepter against Aten's chest hard.

The teen fell back on the ground struggling for breath.

Eric laughed and took the Scepter from his friend. “This is for Rhonda!”

Eric slammed the Scepter against Aten's ribs, making the teen roll onto his side and curl up in a ball. “You tell your boyfriend that I have a score to settle with him and I'm not going to take it easy on him! He will pay!” Eric threw the Scepter down on Aten's leg and it fell to the floor.

Jason and his companion walked away laughing.

Aten held his side, tears falling down his face as his head burned from a new migraine and his heart racing like a wild stallion.

Aten coughed again and attempted to stand up once more. He slowly came to his feet and picked up the Scepter from the ground. Aten limped slightly on his right leg as he made his way to the pharmacy next door.

He washed his face clean and saw a red spot on his ribs where Eric bludgeoned him with the scepter.

`It could be worse. I could be dead.'

//Kill them.//

/I can't. I'm feeling too sick to let you out, yami./ Aten responded to his own yami.

//Torture them. Kill them. Make them bleed.//

Aten leaned over the sink, coughing hard. With each cough, his side burned. /I'm too weak to let you out./

//I will get my revenge! Torture….Kill…..Bleed.//

Aten rubbed his leg and realized that it wasn't severely injured. It would just be sore for a couple days.

The Egyptian walked towards home, arriving sore and tired.

Robbie welcomed Aten when he returned home with a hug and a kiss. “How was your walk?”

“I need to lay down upstairs. My migraine is bad and….let's just say I need to rest.”

Robbie followed Aten upstairs and noticed Aten wincing when he took his shirt off.

“Oh my god, what happened to you?!” Robbie exclaimed, seeing the red on Aten's right rib cage.

Aten removed his pants as he sat on the bed, ready to fall over if it hadn't been for Robbie's help. “Eric and Jason. They told me they were really pissed off for you hurting Rhonda.”

Robbie handed Aten a pair of boxers. “Oh, Aten, I'm sorry. I never expected them to hurt you. I didn't mean for this to happen.”

Aten stood up and slipped under the covers. “I know you didn't, Robbie. Rhonda deserved it, anyway. At least I came back in one piece.”

Robbie sat beside Aten and rubbed Aten's stomach through the sheets. “Still. I didn't mean for you to get hurt.”

Aten gave Robbie a small smile. “I've had worse. My deck is in my pants pocket. Can you place it in my box?”

Robbie placed Aten's deck in a small box which he kept locked at all times. He looked back at the teen and returned to his side. “Do you need anything? Food? Water?”

Aten shook his head. “No, I don't need anything. Just rest.”

Robbie reached down and began to caress Aten's hair lightly. The Egyptian closed his eyes and began to sigh. Robbie leaned down and kissed Aten's cheek.

“Sleep well, baby.”

“Love you, Robbie,” Aten moaned.

“Love you, Aten. Always.”

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Malik popped another piece of popcorn into his mouth. He caught it and let out a snicker as he rested his head on Bakura's lap. He chewed the popcorn and swallowed.

“I didn't think I could do that anymore.”

Bakura changed the channels on the television. “You're going to choke yourself if you lay down and eat popcorn.”

“I'll be fine.”

The news reporter on the screen began to report that the heat wave was beginning to destroy crops around Domino. The farms nearby were losing produce due to the scorching heat during the day.

“It's almost like the desert in here,” Bakura said, wiping his forehead.

“I know. It's only going to get worse.”

Bakura narrowed his eyes at the television. “If I can cook an egg on the pavement outside during the day then it is entirely too fricken hot. Has Ishtar said anything to you since he came back from the dinner yesterday at the Morgans?”

Malik shook his head. “Nope. He's been in his room all day again. I think he's outside now in the backyard.”

“I'm going to speak with him. Get up, Popcorn Boy.”

Malik sat up as Bakura grabbed a handful of popcorn and walked out. He walked towards the backyard where he found Marik sitting by a small fire in the backyard. Marik was staring absently into the blazing fire pit.

“Ishtar?”

“Itemri.”

Bakura walked slowly towards the fire and sat beside his partner. He looked up at the stars and the half moon in the sky. “Nice out here tonight. Almost feels like we're back in the desert under the stars.”

Marik nodded as he focused his gaze on the fire. “It is nice out. The stars are comforting.”

The white-haired yami looked over at Marik. When Marik became upset, he had to be handled the right way. Yelling at Marik for being upset at Aten's impending death was no way to handle this situation. Had Aria been in the situation as her brother, Bakura knew he would be devastated like his partner. He would be lost and heartbroken. Likewise, yelling at him for the recent natural disasters would do nothing to quell the torrent of emotions flowing within the blond.

Bakura reached out and took Marik's hand. “I'm sorry, Ishtar.”

Marik bit his lip and leaned over to hide his face from Bakura. The white-haired yami saw the blond's back rising sharply. “I don't know what to do, Bakura. I want to stop it, but I can't.”

Bakura gave Marik's hand a reassuring squeeze. “Whatever happens, Marik, it's all going to happen for the right reason.”

Marik sniffled and raised his head. Bakura could see the yami's face covered in silent tears. “What do you mean?”

“Aten has had to fight with that heart condition all his life. He'll finally be able to find rest. The rest, Ishtar, that you and I were denied.”

Marik rubbed his eyes with his free hand. “Odion tried to tell me that Aten will be dangerous when he dies. How could he possibly be dangerous?! He told me that the dead should remain dead.”

Bakura nodded. “That would be best, Marik.”

“But that means I won't be able to see my little boy ever again…until you and I return to the Underworld permanently.”

“That's not possible,” Bakura said. “Our spirits are bound to this mortal plane. We can't return to a state of repose. We are bound to our Items and that is where we must stay.”

Marik closed his eyes. “I cannot accept that.”

“Well, Ishtar, there's little choice in the matter. The gods decide our fate. Our fate is tied to our Millennium Items. We will have each other only when those around us age and die. We will have an eternity to spend together, never aging, never changing.”

Marik watched as the fire crackled in front of them. “I need your help, Bakura.”

“What with?”

Marik turned his head and looked Bakura in the brown eyes. “I need you to help me perform the burial rites on Aten and prepare him for burial.”

Bakura raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you are up to that task? I think that would be too much for you.”

“Please, Itemri,” Marik pleaded, taking Bakura's other hand. “I can't do this alone. I'll need your help.”

“I think that would upset you further than you are,” Bakura said honestly.

Marik kissed Bakura's hands. “Please. As a friend.”

Bakura looked into the purple eyes and saw them sparkle in the firelight. It had been five thousand years since they had sat beside a fire under the stars. The lights from the house didn't disturb their surroundings.

“Do you really think you can actually cut your son's body open and remove his organs? Do you have any idea how that will make you feel? Do you realize you created him and now you want to cut him open and remove his entrails? I tell you, Ishtar, if Aria died, I wouldn't be able to mummify my own baby girl.”

“I know it seems strange, but I want to do this. I need your help doing this, Itemri.”

Bakura took a deep breath and sighed. “Did you discuss this with Ryou?”

Marik shook his head. “No. But he doesn't have to know. We can do it someplace where he doesn't know. We could do it at the coroner's or wherever modern people do their burial rites.”

“Well, most people do take their bodies to a mortuary or a coroner's. If we brought the casket, I don't see why we couldn't do it at the Coroner's office.”

“What about here?”

Bakura's eyes widened. “What the hell?! Here?! No!”

“I just wanted Aten's body home where it belongs.”

Bakura shook his head. “No, we'll do it at the Coroner's or the hospital or wherever Aten's body is, but we can't do it here. I don't have any surgical tools on me and I've never performed a mummification ceremony. The bodies of the poor were normally just left for hungry dogs or left to rot out of the city. Nobles were given a decent burial. I'll have to look up specifics.”

“I know how to do it, Itemri. I just need you to read the rites and scriptures.”

Bakura nodded. “Okay. Some words may look odd if they are not in the Common tongue, but I'll do my best.”

A small smile crossed Marik's face. “Thank you, Itemri. I knew I could count on you.”

“You are creepy sometimes, Ishtar.”

Marik snickered. “You like it.”

The blond leaned over and planted a kiss on Bakura's lips. The other yami shifted closer to Marik and deepened the kiss. Marik leaned back on the grass, pulling Bakura on top of him.

Bakura slipped his hands down Marik's side, straddling the blond on the grass. Under the stars, Bakura slipped his hand under Marik's shirt, rubbing the yami's warm, dark skin.

Marik moaned into the kiss as the fire sent out warmth from its light. The blond wrapped his arms around his partner and held him close. The white-haired yami moaned into the kiss as he grinded his hip against the blond's awakening arousal.

Bakura could feel Marik increasing his breathing rate as the yami laid beneath him. Marik's skin began to heat under Bakura's touch.

Bakura kissed down Marik's jaw and down to his neck where he gave the blond a possessive bite.

The blond arched his back and whimpered as Bakura's teeth sunk into his flesh. Marik bucked his hips up against Bakura, rubbing himself against his partner. His fingers dug into Bakura's back as the domineering yami bit down hard on the flesh of his neck.

Bakura's hand slipped away from Marik's chest and snaked between them, reaching into Marik's pants.

Marik whimpered, panting heavily as he raised his hips with Bakura's touch. The blond reached for the bucket nearby as Bakura began to growl into the bite.

“Don't move,” Bakura snarled.

The blond closed his eyes and focused his attention below to where Bakura was stroking his arousal as it was rubbing against the yami giving him pleasure.

Marik's face was now covered in a sheer veil of sweat as his body began to tingle. The desire for more contact with Bakura made him raise his hips into Bakura's grasp.

Bakura released himself from Marik's neck and smiled down at his partner. “Care for some?”

Marik opened his eyes and saw a slight trickle of blood coming from the corner of Bakura's mouth. Marik pulled Bakura down for a hungry kiss, lapping the taste of his own blood from Bakura's tongue. The dominating yami's tongue allowed some of the blood to drip down into Marik's own mouth.

The thin envelope of clouds that was covering the stars receded, leaving the stars and moon to light the night and the world around them.

Marik reached over for the bucket of water and dumped it over onto the fire without breaking the kiss with Bakura. The fire was extinguished, leaving only thin ribbons of smoke behind.

Bakura began to rub against Marik with more intensity. The blond reached to Bakura's pants and began removing them.

The white-haired yami didn't break his caress of his partner's manhood as Bakura's pants were slipped away.

Bakura's thumb traced around the head of Marik's arousal. The blond bucked against the other's ministrations, whimpering and panting heavily.

Marik reached between them and wrapped his hand around Bakura's length, making him moan into the minimally bloody kiss. The blond cupped Bakura in his hand and began to rub lightly.

Bakura moaned into the kiss, rubbing himself against Marik's grip. The yami moaned and thrust into the hand, enjoying the delicate petting of his partner.

Marik tugged at his own pants with his free hand, but the other yami anticipated the motion.

Bakura pulled Marik's pants off, raising himself up slightly. The yami went to the other side of Marik's neck and bit down, controlling the yami's motions with the gyrations of his own body.

Marik teased Bakura's arousal with his fingers, feeling Bakura's length twitch with denied attention. The blond would lightly brush Bakura's flesh with his fingers, only to remove them when Bakura thrust into Marik's hand.

The blond felt his skin break under Bakura's controlling bite. He shivered and shifted, rubbing his arousal against Bakura's.

The two yamis laid in the grass, the blond below, rubbing their hips together. Bakura growled into the neck of his lover, snarling into the bite.

The blond bucked up against Bakura, whimpering and trembling with passion and lust.

Bakura broke his bite-grip and removed his shirt. He placed it under Marik's head and shifted towards the blond's face so he was sitting on Marik's chest.

He leaned forward on his hands as Marik swallowed around his length. Bakura sucked air in through his teeth and tried to hold still as Marik swallowed around him.

The yami moaned and breathed sharply as the blond sucked lightly on his twitching, hardening flesh. Bakura's nails dug into the grass as he thrust downward, giving the blond more of what he wanted.

“That's it, Marik, take it slow. Don't waste a drop.”

Marik reached down and wrapped his hand around his own arousal, rubbing his own arousal. He deep-throated around Bakura, making the yami moan.

The yami's body shivered and Marik moaned at the first morsel of pre-cum.

Bakura reached down and caressed Marik's cheek. “Swallow well, lover. There's more where that came from.”

Marik closed his eyes and continued to suck around Bakura's arousal lightly. His own body became more covered in sweat as he raised his hips into his own grip.

He reached down with his free hand and slipped two fingers into his body. He moaned around Bakura's length, sending shivers down his spine.

“Here's more,” Bakura tensed, feeling a few more drops of liquid slipping from him into Marik's wet heat.

The blond breathed heavily through his nose as he swallowed Bakura's essence.

Bakura buried himself into Marik's heat without choking him. The blond bucked against his own fingers, adding a third and trembling.

Bakura sat up, looking down at Marik suckling on him as a newborn to its mother's breast. Bakura removed himself from Marik and leaned down.

The blond kissed Bakura hungrily, tasting himself on the blond's tongue. Marik removed his fingers from his body.

Bakura kissed down Marik's jaw and down his chest. Marik arched his back and spread his legs. The yami kissed Marik's stomach and finally arrived at the hard arousal.

Bakura swallowed around Marik's length, deep-throating it and holding there still. Marik's chest rose and fell as he tried to hold back the primal urge to raise his hips into the welcoming heat.

The blond panted heavily and arched forward slightly, falling back onto the ground. Bakura broke the contact with Marik's arousal and kissed up the Ishtar's body again.

Bakura planted a kiss on Marik, sharing a little taste of himself with the blond.

The white-haired yami settled between Marik's legs and pressed the tip of his arousal inside the blond.

Marik whimpered into the contact with the lack of lubricant. His partner entered him, continuing to kiss him heatedly.

The blond wrapped his legs around Bakura and began bucking up against his lover. Bakura moved slowly inside Marik at first, almost pulling out of him before slamming back into Marik's body.

Bakura broke the kiss and began lapping at the tiny amount of blood still on Marik's neck. “It's been too long since we were alone together….under the stars.”

Marik whimpered as he felt Bakura hitting his prostate with force, sending his body trembling with pain and desire. “Possess me.”

The blond closed his eyes as Bakura bit hard onto Marik's neck again, snarling into the new wound. His lover thrust hard and fast into his body, purposefully slamming into the same pleasure spot continuously.

Bakura breathed through his nose, plunging his arousal deep into his lover's body. Bakura sucked on the wound as Marik had done to him earlier.

Bakura grabbed Marik's wrists with his hands and held them on the grass, unable to move. The blond was pinned against Bakura's body, pounding into him with a primal desire.

The blond tensed as his body released a little trickle of pre-cum. He moaned as he rubbed himself against Bakura on top of him.

“Ishtar, you are so fucking hot,” Bakura said, breaking the bite.

Marik threw his head back, exposing the front of his neck to Bakura. “Do it…fuck me! Hard!”

Bakura grinned and gripped the front of Marik's neck with a bite that would not kill his lover, but would let the blond know who was in charge of their `quality time.'

Bakura pounded into Marik harder, pulling back only to say, “I'm not gonna stop till you get it all out.”

Bakura reapplied the grip on Marik's neck and released one of Marik's hands. He reached between them and began stroking Marik's arousal.

The blond propelled his hips against Bakura's motions, desperate for release.

“Itemri…..that's it….don't stop,” Marik wheezed through a slightly constricted windpipe.

The white-haired yami stroked the blond's length as he crashed against the blond's prostate.

Marik closed his eyes tightly and arched his back. His body trembled as his release erupted between them, covering Bakura's fingers with Marik's essence. He continued to plunge into Marik's body as the blond rose the waves of his orgasm.

Bakura kissed Marik hard, grabbing Marik's wrists again.

The blond's eyes opened wide as he felt Bakura's release surge into his body. “Come on, Bakura….let it all out….”

Bakura slammed deep into his lover and tense, letting the rest of his release spill from him.

Marik breathed heavily as Bakura collapsed on Marik's body. The white-haired hikari panted heavily, his body spasming as he continued thrusting, emptying the rest of his release into his lover.

Marik tensed, finishing his orgasm.

Bakura released Marik's wrists and laid beside the Egyptian. “Damn….”

The blond turned and held Bakura against him. “I can't remember the last time we did this….just laid under the stars after making love.”

Bakura rubbed Marik's chest and looked into the blond's eyes. “Long time ago…when it was just you and I….under the stars….in our Oasis….and the world could go screw itself and rotate on it.”

Marik chuckled. “There was nothing but the stars and the moon and our little piece of paradise in the middle of nowhere.”

Bakura reached up and caressed Marik's cheek. “We can go back there, you know. We can return to our paradise.”

Marik's bottom lip trembled and he nodded slowly. “To our paradise for eternity.”

Bakura nodded. “Together for eternity, Ishtar. We have each other. My time with you under the Heavens like this….eternity has brought us together for a reason again.”

Marik's eyes filled with tears. “I….I don't want to live alone for eternity, Itemri. Please. Don't leave me alone.”

Bakura placed his forehead against Marik's and closed his eyes. He gave his lover a tender kiss on the forehead. “You never will be, Marik. You never will be.”

 

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