Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Return To Paradise ❯ Ressurection ( Chapter 38 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

WARNING: VIOLENCE, TORTURE, YAMI ATEN X ROBBIE LEMON!

/…../=hikari to yami

//…….//-yami to hikari

Resurrection

Marik walked down the street in the darkness. His eyes darted in front of him, waiting for something to jump out at him from the midnight darkness. The cemetery was not far away. He looked up at the second floor window and watched the light turn off. Miranda had just gone to bed.

He walked on and watched as Robbie's bedroom light remained illuminated. “Don't worry, Robbie. He'll be back with all of us soon enough.”

Marik continued walking towards the cemetery with the Millennium Rod gripped in his hands. He was grateful that Malik couldn't see the Millennium Items dangling from him when he encountered his lover in the backyard.

`Malik may have heard Aten laughing and playing, but I know what is really happening to my flesh and blood in the Shadow Realm. What parent wouldn't do what he can to save his child's tormented soul?'

/Yami, where are you? I thought you were going to get Bakura to come downstairs./

//Something important came up, Malik. I will be busy.//

/Marik, there's something you're not telling me. What is it? What are you up to?/

//Malik, I must do this alone. I will be back soon.//

/But, Yami Marik, I---./

Marik cut off the mindlink with his hikari. `Malik can't know what I'm about to do. I have to do this alone.'

Marik climbed over the fence of the cemetery and looked around. The graves stood silently, their occupants quiet, known only by the names carved into their tombstones.

The moonlight made the trees cast eerie shadows on the ground. The branches swayed lightly in the cool breeze.

`This was always more of Itemri's forte. Bakura used to wander the cemeteries at night, blessing the dead and praying. He always said he felt more at home in the cemeteries. He said the dead never argued back with him.'

Marik walked cautiously along the grass, stopping periodically to listen for the sound of voices or footsteps. He arrived near the grave and ordered the Millennium Rod to illuminate slightly so he could locate the exact grave where his son's body rested.

The light shown on the Itemri grave and a cold wind blew through his hair. He kneeled in front of the grave and touched the dirt with his hands. “I'm sorry, Rhea. I must have my boy back.”

The Millennium Rod glowed and Marik pointed the Item at the soil.

“Soil of our Mother Earth

Pull back your blanket of dirt

That it may release my son

From death's cold grip, my will be done!”

The soil on the grave rumbled and split in two. The coffin was brought to the surface as the dirt rolled away.

Marik looked at the dirty coffin and placed his hand gently on the wood. “I'll bring you back, my son.”

A man with a lantern began running towards him yelling, “You, stop right there!”

Marik grinned as a purple mist enveloped him and the coffin. “Try to catch me if you dare!”

The man watched in fear and disbelief as the figure and the coffin disappeared into nothingness.

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Malik looked into his room and found Bakura and Ryou cuddled up against each other sleeping quietly.

Bakura's fingers twitched in his sleep as he held his hikari.

`Marik's supposed to be here. Where'd he go?'

Malik checked the Itemri bedroom thinking that Marik was cleaning up the room he destroyed in his fight with Ryou. He opened the door and didn't find anything there other than broken furniture and the broken mirror.

`Where in the name of Amun-Re did he go?'

“MALIK!” he heard Isis screaming from her bedroom.

Malik ran down the hall to Isis' room at the end. He opened the door and saw Isis sitting on the bed. Odion laid unconscious on the floor.

“Sister! What happened?” Malik asked, racing to his sister's side.

Isis held her head and groaned. “Marik….Marik was here.”

“Where is he now?”

“I don't…know, my brother. All I know is that Marik made Odion take my Millennium Necklace.”

The Egyptian looked down at Odion's body. Malik kneeled on the floor and tried to gently rouse Odion, but the tall man remained still.

“Why did he want your Necklace?”

Isis sighed and looked at Malik. “Brother, we are all in serious danger.”

“What kind of danger?”

“Malik, your yami seeks the Millennium Items. He…has gone mad.”

Malik shrugged. “Marik's always been a little insane. We all knew it.”

“No, he wants to resurrect his son. He wants to bring Aten back from the dead.”

Malik's jaw dropped. “Why would he want to do that?”

“He misses Aten and cannot let him rest. He needs the Millennium Items to bring Aten back.”

“Damn it!” Malik's eyes widened. “Bakura!”

Malik stood up and ran into his bedroom. He put his hands on Bakura's shoulder and shook him desperately. “Bakura, wake up! Quick!”

“I don't want pink frosting, Aria,” Bakura groaned in his sleep.

“Yami Bakura Osiris Itemri! Wake up!”

Bakura opened his eyes and jolted. “Hikari Ishtar, what is it?”

“Where is your Millennium Ring?”

Bakura looked at the bedpost where he hung his Item. “Where I always hang it…it…It's not there.”

“Marik stole your Millennium Ring!”

The yami groaned and rubbed his forehead, obviously not processing the urgency of the situation. “Can't this wait until morning?”

“No! Marik wants to bring Aten back from the dead!”

Ryou opened his eyes slowly and looked at Malik through half-closed eyes. “Malik, what is it?”

“Ryou, Marik took Isis' Necklace and Bakura's Millennium Ring! Marik wants to resurrect Aten! We have to stop him!”

“I want sleep now,” Bakura groaned, pulling the covers over his head.

“Ra damn it, Bakura! I'm not joking!” Malik growled, punching the comforter over Bakura.

The doorbell sounded downstairs and Bakura threw the covers off of him.

“Bloody hell. Fine. I'm awake.”

Bakura shifted away from Ryou and wrapped his blue bathrobe around himself. Malik and Bakura walked down the steps and opened the door.

“Can I help you?” Bakura asked the policeman standing on the doorstep.

“This is the Itemri home?”

Bakura yawned. “Close enough. What do you want?”

“I came to report an incident regarding your family's plot at the cemetery.”

Malik's eyes widened. “Oh my god. Aten.”

Bakura raised an eyebrow. “This better be important.”

“One of the coffins had been dug up from your family plot by someone in the night. The man and the coffin disappeared according to the groundskeeper.”

Malik grabbed Bakura's arm. “It has to be him!”

“Who could have done this?”

Bakura shook his head with a yawn. “I don't know who could have done this.”

“So many strange things happen with your family plot. The groundskeeper told me that this isn't the first time a coffin has been removed from the plot.”

“I know. That ground is cursed. Thank you for letting us know,” Ryou said.

Bakura shivered as the night air hit him. “Thank you for telling us. Now if you don't mind, I'm fucking tired.”

“We will try to catch the thieves, sir. Have a good night.”

Bakura shut the door and shuddered. “I can't believe the bastard did it.”

“Marik knocked out Odion cold and took my sister's Necklace! I tried talking to him through the mindlink, but he shut it closed.”

Bakura ran his fingers through his hair. “I guess I should get dressed and confront him before he does something stupid.”

“What if he gets all of the Millennium Items and resurrects Aten?”

Bakura smiled. “He didn't get all of the Millennium Items, Malik. I spoke with Isis. She told me what Marik was planning.”

Malik's eyes widened. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“Because if you confronted Marik, he would have only become more determined to follow his own plans. The dead should be able to rest in peace. That is what I am going to fight for when I find him.”

“Where is he going? How do you know where he's going? Can I come with you?”

The yami turned to Malik. “Too many questions, Hikari Ishtar. There's only one place where he can perform the ritual and that is in the eyes of a god. It's going to be dangerous. I'm not even going to bring Ry. Marik can be considered very dangerous now. He gets a goal in his mind and he stops at nothing until he succeeds.”

“I'm going with you! No way are you going to confront him alone!”

“Very well. I must get dressed. I'm not going to my destination naked as the day I was born.”

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Marik looked around the temple. It was empty as he lit the torches around the altar. He placed the scroll on the altar and looked down at the coffin.

He held up the glowing Millennium Rod. The seal on the coffin broke with a snap. Marik opened the coffin and saw his son's body laying peacefully inside. The skin had grown patches of gray and had assumed some minor wrinkles.

Little decay was noticeable on the body, but the smell from their oils was still sweet.

Marik put the Rod on the altar and picked up Aten's body. He placed the stiff, cold corpse on the altar and sighed. He brushed Aten's hair with his fingers.

“My boy, you shall live again. An immortal life free from pain awaits you.”

Marik took the Millennium Rod in his hand and opened the scroll.

“O One, bright as the moon-god Iah; O One, shining as Iah; This Osiris Ani comes forth among these your multitudes outside, bringing himself back as a shining one. He has opened the netherworld. Lo, the Osiris Ani comes forth by day, and does as he desires on earth among the living. Lord of the Underworld, hear my prayer and release the souls of this fallen son. Grant that spirits of Dark rise from the grave, rise from the shadow of death, and return to the world of the living!”

Marik narrowed his eyes. Nothing was happening.

“Damn it! The last time this worked! Why isn't it working now?”

“Because you don't have all the Millennium Items, you thief!”

Marik raised his head and saw Bakura and Malik standing at the steps of the temple. Marik gripped the Millennium Rod tightly. “Itemri! What are you doing here?”

Bakura stood up and crossed his arms sternly. “I could have asked the same of you. Planning a little ritual I should know about, Marik?”

Malik stood beside Bakura and crossed his arms sternly. “Marik, you can't do this! Put Aten back into his coffin and bury him again!”

“Malik, one day you will understand why I am doing what I am.” Marik looked around Bakura's neck and saw the other yami with the Millennium Ring. “What are you doing with that Millennium Ring?”

Bakura chuckled. “This Item belongs to me. Do you really think I'd be foolish enough to leave the real Millennium Item where you could steal it from me?”

Malik looked at Bakura and saw the yami draw the real Millennium Rod from his neck.

“I have your Millennium Item! I will return it to you when I am finished with it!”

“No you won't. You won't need to. That Millennium Ring is a fake!”

Marik narrowed his eyes. “What?!”

“You can't fool a master thief, Ishtar,” Bakura said approaching the altar. “Put Aten back into the ground where he belongs.”

Marik growled and stepped in front of the altar. “How did you know about my plans?”

“Isis came and warned me that you planning to steal my Millennium Item. So, I pulled out something from my old bags of tricks. I kept a fake Millennium Ring around just in case the pharaoh came and decided to steal my Item. This way he would have stolen a fake and mine would remain safe and sound with me where it belongs. I'm surprised you didn't recognize it. The real Millennium Ring still has the bite marks when my daughter was using it as a teething ring! Obviously, you are not as perceptive as I had thought.”

Marik's hair spiked angrily and he pointed his Millennium Rod at Bakura. “Give me your Item!”

Bakura's hair spiked and his Millennium Ring glowed with an eerie light. “Try and take it from me!”

“I'm not backing down!”

Bakura grinned, his canines sharpening. “That makes two of us, Marik!”

Malik stepped closer to his yami, noticing the increasing tension between the two yamis. Both friends were preparing themselves for a confrontation and their fights would not end until they were bathed in their own blood. “Marik, please don't do this! Aten will be missed, yes, but he deserves to rest!”

“No! He's not resting! His soul is tormented and I'm going to free him!”

Bakura removed a dagger from his belt. “You don't realize what you are doing.”

“I know full well what I am doing. I'm going to save him!”

Malik shook his head as he ran between the two yamis preparing for combat. “Aten wouldn't want this!”

“I know what is best for him!” Marik growled.

Bakura tightened his grip on the dagger's hilt. “No, you only know what you want. You only know what would be the best for you.”

Malik stood in front of his yami and looked into his yami's dark, wild eyes. “Marik, we only want to help you.”

Marik withdrew the dagger in the Millennium Rod and pointed the blade at Itemri. “Malik, stay out of this. He will give me his real Millennium Rod even if I have to take it by force.”

“Don't hurt `Kura, Marik. He wants what is best for you, too.”

Marik growled. “He doesn't know what is best! He doesn't know what I have seen! I am going to save Aten from that castle!”

“Aten's human part is dead, Ishtar! Only his yami remains in that body now! His yami's spirit fused with the body and now that body is evil!” Bakura growled, pointing furiously at the corpse.

“This ritual brought us back! It can do the same for him!”

“This ritual brought our human souls back, but it changed us into immortals! Aten had a yami and he was human! Humanity is dead! Only the spirit remains!”

Marik narrowed his eyes. “I'm bringing him back! I'm saving him from hell!”

“Marik, don't do it! Listen to me for once and get the fucking cotton out of your ears!” Bakura barked.

“Give me that Millennium Ring!”

Marik grabbed Malik and pushed him aside. He lunged for Bakura, raising the Millennium Rod over his head. Bakura charged towards his partner, clutching the golden hilt of the dagger tightly.

Their weapons clanged, creating sparks between the two combatants. Malik ran to Marik and grabbed his yami's arm tightly.

“Marik, don't do this! Don't fight Bakura!”

Marik growled. “Malik, release me now! I need to do this!”

Marik elbowed his hikari away and Bakura slammed his dagger into Marik's arm. The blond screamed and stumbled. Blood seeped from Marik's wound and the blond turned to his opponent, ferocity in his eyes. “I won't let you stop me, Itemri!”

“Marik, listen to us! Don't be a fool!” Bakura snarled.

“I am not a fool! I'm going to save him!”

Bakura pulled his dagger from Marik's arm and swept his blade across Marik's shoulder. The blond jumped aside and kicked Bakura in the ribs.

Malik jumped onto Marik's back, struggling to grab Marik's weapon. “Yami Marik, stop this!”

Marik stumbled, carrying Malik. He backed quickly against the pillar, slamming Malik into the concrete. Malik lost his grip and fell onto the temple floor holding the back of his head.

Bakura narrowed his eyes at Marik. “You have lost your mind! You've finally cracked!”

Marik grinned, looking at Bakura through blond hair that had fallen into his face. “I don't want to fight you, `Kura. But to save my son, I would fight the gods themselves!”

Bakura tightened his grip on the dagger's hilt. “Ishtar, I know you want him back, but you have to realize that it would do more harm than good.”

“I need him, Itemri, and I will do anything to get him back!”

Marik and Bakura's weapons clashed again. Bakura kicked Marik into the pillar and grabbed onto the blond's throat.

Marik gasped for breath as Bakura squeezed tightly. The blond reached out and grabbed Bakura's throat with both hands. He clutched Bakura's neck and constricted his grip.

Bakura dropped his weapon and grabbed Marik's wrists with both of his hands.

The yami looked into the fierce eyes of the blond who backed him against the concrete pillar.

“Marik….stop,” Bakura struggled to say through the crushing force of Marik's grip.

Marik glared at his opponent and tightened his grip. “I can't let Aten down, Bakura.”

Bakura tried to push against Marik's grip as he felt his head throb from lack of oxygen. He tried to speak, but Marik's new grip wouldn't allow him. He tried to speak, but the air wasn't there.

The blond watched his friend struggle for breath and heard a snapping sound as he throttled his friend.

Marik watched as Bakura's face turned color. His partner's struggle slowly ceased. “I will not be stopped!”

Bakura's arms fell to his side and his body went limp.

Marik released him and Bakura fell to the floor, breathing shallow and coughing. The blond reached for the Millennium Ring around Bakura's neck and placed it around his own.

“Now I have all the Items I need to bring back my son.”

Marik returned to the altar and spread his arms over Aten's body.

“Lord of the Underworld, hear our prayer and release the souls of this fallen son. Grant that spirits rise from the grave, rise from the shadow of death, and return to the world of the living!”

The wind picked up within the temple, sending the flames from the torches dancing and glowing an eerie blue.

“Praise of Osiris at the head of the West, Lord of lords, king of kings, prince, god of gods, Let him enter and allow this spirit leave of the torment of the afterlife without repulse at the doors of the netherworld, to the ka of the Osiris Ani.”

Bright light emanated from all of the Millennium Items around his neck. The bright glow illuminated the temple.

Malik opened his eyes and saw Bakura laying on the floor gasping for breath. He crawled over to Bakura and threw his arm protectively over the wheezing yami.

“Shadow Powers, Gather Now!

Use all the magic that you allow!

Power of Puzzle, Grant him Health!

Power of Rod, Grant him Stealth!

Power of Ring, Grant him Shadow Power!

Power of Eye, Grant him Insight!

Power of Key, Unlock his Soul from Anubis' grip!

Power of Scales, Balance the Light and the Dark!

Power of the Necklace, Help him Remember his past!

Scepter of Ra, become his immortal home!

SHADOW MAGIC, SHADOW POWER

COME TO US IN OUR DARKEST HOUR!

REBUILD THIS BROKEN BODY

WITH THY POWER!”

Malik buried his face in Bakura's shoulder as the blinding light increased. A loud, piercing scream filled the temple.

Bakura opened his eyes and coughed as the light burned his eyes. “Malik, is that you?”

“Bakura, are you okay?”

“I can't see!”

Marik watched as the light decreased. The body on the altar was screaming and trembling. The eyes were wide and filled with terror. The Millennium Items ceased their glow.

Malik's eyes were wide with shock as he watched the corpse moving and flailing. He clutched onto Bakura tightly, fearing Isis' prophecy.

“Aten, it's going to be okay,” Marik whispered quietly.

The body on the altar stopped its screeching and looked up at Marik. “Father?”

Marik smiled down at the resurrected body of his son and caressed his son's hair. “Yes, my Aten.”

Aten reached up for his father and wrapped his arms around him tightly, shivering. “Father, it was a nightmare!”

“I know, my son, I know. It's all over now. The nightmare is over.” Marik held his son and heard him chuckle.

“The nightmare is over for me….but not for you.”

Marik felt Aten punch him in the stomach. The blond released his son and stumbled back. Aten sat up and threw his legs over the side of the altar.

Marik fell to his knees and looked up into the coal-black eyes of his son. “Aten?”

Aten laughed and jumped off of the altar. He grabbed the Scepter of Ra that had fallen onto the floor. “Why did you bring me back from the Land of the Dead?”

“I saw you….with Steven. I had to save you. You were being hurt.”

The son grinned, his canines sharpening. “Yes, I was. But it was no different than what I suffered in life.”

Marik straightened up, rubbing his sore stomach. “That is why I saved you! I didn't want you to suffer that cruelty in death.”

“I should thank you, father, for bringing me back. Now, I no longer have a mortal body to hold me back. I am free!”

Aten turned to leave and Marik put his hand on his son's shoulder. Aten turned his head to see his father. “What?” he asked sternly.

“Aten, don't be angry at me for bringing you back from the Dead. I did what I thought was right.”

Aten narrowed his eyes and pushed his father down onto his back. “Don't tell me what I can and cannot feel! I have no further need for you.”

Aten walked towards Malik and Bakura laying on the floor. Malik looked up at Aten with wide, terrified eyes. Bakura held his side and rolled over on his stomach to stand up. Aten put his foot on Bakura's back, shoving him back down to the ground.

“Aten, stop it!” Malik exclaimed, trying to move Aten's foot off of the yami.

Aten grinned. “It's not my fault if he's in my way.” Aten stepped over Bakura and continued to walk calmly out of the temple.

Marik stood up slowly and watched his son leave the temple. He looked down at the scroll on the altar. “I thought I was doing a good deed bringing him back. I thought he would be happy that I saved him from the Castle of Dark Illusions.”

The first rays of dawn were creeping into the temple as Marik approached Bakura and Malik.

“I'm sorry,” Marik said, reaching down to help Bakura to his feet.

Bakura swatted Marik's hand away. “Don't touch me, Ishtar.”

Malik helped Bakura to his feet and glared at his yami. “I thought you trusted us, Marik.”

Bakura struggled to his feet and glared at Marik in the eyes. Without a word, he turned and walked towards the entrance of the Temple of Isis.

“Itemri….don't walk away!”

The white-haired yami stopped and turned his head. “Let's go, Hikari Ishtar. There's nothing left for us here.”

Malik looked at Bakura and back at his yami. Malik turned and ran from Marik and stood by Bakura's side. “I'm ready.”

Bakura took Malik's hand and walked down the steps without looking back at the blond yami.

“Itemri…Malik….I'm sorry. I only wanted to save my son from pain.”

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Robbie tossed and turned in his sleep. It was still strange for him to sleep alone. He had spent two years with Aten constantly sleeping beside him.

He turned on his back, felt a pressure on his stomach and felt something strong pinning his wrists against the bed. The scent of death filled the air.

His eyes shot open and saw a pair of coal-black eyes staring down at him. White and blond spiky hair flared from his scalp.

Robbie's eyes widened and he took a sharp gasp of air. His bottom lip trembled as he looked up at his intruder with a mixture of horror and surprise.

“Hello, Robert.”

Robbie breathed quickly as fear crawled up his spine. Aten was sitting on top of him…..but it wasn't Aten. He recognized his partner's yami.

“Ah---At---Ah-“

Yami Aten licked his lips and chuckled. “That's all you have to say to me? After I was brought back from death's cold clutches?”

“Aten?”

The yami shook his head. “Not quite.”

“Yami Aten….what….how?”

“Give me a kiss.”

Yami Aten leaned over and possessed Robbie's lips in a hungry, desperate kiss. Robbie whimpered into the kiss as Aten's tongue plunged past his lips.

Robbie tried to move his arms, but the yami tightened his grip on his wrists.

The yami was the first to break the kiss, chuckling as he watched Robbie's shiver and quake.

“What do you have to say to me?”

“Aten, how? You are dead! We buried you! I watched you die!”

Yami Aten released Robbie's wrists and crossed them over his chest. “I did die, Robbie. But I was torn, ripped from my Journey to Paradise. My soul was ripped, torn in twain.”

Robbie reached up slowly towards Yami Aten's face. He cupped Aten's cheek in his hand lovingly. “I saw….Were you with your grandfather? Did he hurt you, Aten?”

Yami Aten grabbed Robbie's wrist and quickly twisted the arm, making Robbie scream in pain. “Don't you touch me! You never touch me, understand?”

“Ow! Aten, stop! That hurts!”

“You have no permission to touch me!”

“Ow! Okay! You're right! I'm sorry! Please, stop!”

“Robbie?!” his father called from the bedroom. “What's wrong?”

The door to the bedroom opened and Daniel ran into the room. The father stopped as he saw a figure on top of his son. “Let go of my son this instant!”

Yami Aten turned his head as he felt Daniel's hands on his arms. “LET GO OF ME!”

Robbie gasped as a blast of dark energy threw Daniel into the opposite wall and against the desk. Daniel fell to the floor groaning as Heaven began to cry from her room.

“Aten, let me up! Heaven needs me.”

Yami Aten glared at Robbie. “I get up when I am good and ready!”

“Daniel? Robbie? What's going on up there?” Miranda called from downstairs.

Aten grinned, licking his lips hungrily. “Here comes more fun.”

“MOM! DON'T TOUCH ATEN!”

Miranda ran up the steps and stood in the doorway. Aten turned his head towards her and grinned. Miranda's eyes opened wide, pushing down the fear of seeing a twisted version of Aten kneeling above her son.

“Mira, little help,” Daniel groaned from the floor.

“Daniel, what happened?”

Robbie tried to sit up, but Aten put a hand on Robbie's chest holding him down. “Mom, somehow Aten came back! Don't touch him!”

Miranda helped Daniel to his feet and helped Daniel slowly to Robbie's bed. “Aten, is that really you? You don't look like yourself.”

Aten grinned. “Death has a way of changing people, Mrs. Morgan.”

“Dad, are you okay?” Robbie asked.

Daniel nodded. “Yeah, I just need to sit down.”

“Maybe that will teach you, little man. Keep your hands to yourself.”

Miranda helped Daniel out of the room as Heaven wailed loudly.

“Aten, don't hurt my parents! They were always nice to you.”

Aten turned his attention to Robbie and placed the jewel of the Scepter of Ra under Robbie's chin. “Be careful how you talk to me, little boy. My hikari may have loved you, but that side is gone. Dead. It died weak. All that is left is strength.”

Robbie swallowed nervously and nodded. “Okay. May I please get up? Our daughter needs my attention.”

Aten shifted off of Robbie and stood to the side. “Go. I must go see my Sanctuary.”

Aten walked out of the room and Robbie sat up quivering. How did Aten come back from the dead? Was it all real?

Robbie grabbed his cane and limped out of the room. He entered Heaven's room and changed the baby's diaper. He rubbed her forehead gently. “Heaven, I don't know how it happened, but…your daddy is back.”

The baby moved her arms excitedly.

He carried Heaven into his parents' room where Miranda was examining her husband. “Mom, dad, I'm really sorry about Aten.”

Miranda shook her head. “That wasn't Aten.”

“That's Yami Aten. I know you've seen him before.”

Daniel groaned from his bed. “Can someone fill me in or at least get me something for my back?”

Miranda rubbed her husband's back as Robbie went for some Tylenol for his father's back. When he returned to the room, he sat beside his father.

“You know Marik and Bakura are spirits? Yamis?”

Daniel nodded. “Yeah, your mom told me all about it many years ago when you were young.”

“Well, maybe Aten was brought back. That is Yami Aten. I've only seen him a few times. He came out when we were at Charlie's. He killed Vinnie and Charlie. He always showed up when Aten dueled. And, well….I've also seen him when Aten and I were….umm…intimate on a few occasions.”

Miranda ran her fingers through her husband's thick, curly hair. “I wonder how he came back, if that is him.”

“I don't know, but I intend to find out. I have to get the Little Muffin here her bottle.”

“If you need us, Robbie, call.”

Robbie nodded. “I will, mom.”

Robbie limped downstairs with Heaven in his arms. He warmed up the baby's formula and sat with her on the couch. He smiled down at her while he fed his daughter. A shadow cast over him and he looked up.

“What happened to my statues?!” Yami Aten growled. “I thought I could rely on you to take care of my prized possessions!”

Robbie swallowed nervously. “Aten, my grandmother and Vera broke into the house while we….we were at your funeral. When we got home, they were in your Studio. They blew out your candle and shattered your statues.”

Yami Aten's eyes narrowed with fury. “Are you telling me the truth, Robert?”

“Aten, I wouldn't lie to you. They broke your statues and blew out your candle! I never would have extinguished it because I know how much it meant to you to have it burn out on its own. If I was here, I would have stopped them from doing such a thing!”

Yami Aten clenched his fists tightly. “I'll have to take matters into my own hands.”

“Aten, we took care of it! They won't be showing their faces around here again.”

“It's time for me to exact my own vengeance, Robert. I will be home later.”

Robbie stood up with the baby girl in his arms. “Aten, what do you plan to do?”

Aten turned and grinned. “You shall see.”

“Aten, wait!”

The yami ran out of the house before Robbie could stop him. He looked down the street and Aten had disappeared.

“Aten, don't leave….”

Miranda ran down the stairs. “Robbie, where did he go?”

Robbie looked back at his mother. “I…I don't know.”

He looked back down the street, knowing what he said was a lie. He knew that Aten was going after those who had disrespected his property. “I need to speak to Marik.”

Robbie went downstairs and opened the door to find a policeman standing there. “Can I help you?”

“Are you Robert Morgan-Ishtar?”

Robbie nodded. “Yes.”

The policeman removed a notepad from his pocket. “You just buried an Aten Ishtar at Resurrection Cemetery, did you not?”

“Yes. Why?”

“We wish to inform you that there has been an incident at the Ishtar family plot. Aten Ishtar's coffin has been taken.”

Robbie's eyes widened. “What!?”

“The groundskeeper said someone removed the coffin from the grave and disappeared. We are looking for the perp, but we wanted to inform you.”

Robbie rubbed his eyes. “I can't believe this is happening.”

“We have people working on it, Mr. Ishtar.”

“I hope you find the person responsible,” Robbie said calmly.

“Try and have a good day, Mr. Ishtar. We're on the case.”

Robbie watched the policeman return to his squadcar and pull away. “Now I have to speak to Marik.”

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

Ryou sat beside Bakura on the couch rubbing his husband's back. Odion kneeled in front of Malik and placed an icepack on the blond's head.

“Let me see, angel,” Ryou said, brushing back Bakura's spiky hair. A series of bruises formed on Bakura's neck. The purple bruises colored Bakura's otherwise pale, white skin.

Isis paced the room slowly with her hands folded in front of her. “I told him. I warned him. Maybe I should have done more.”

“Ishtars have the heads of bulls…they're hard and stubborn and they pack a punch when they hit you,” Bakura winced, rubbing his sore throat.

“I thought Master Marik would listen to us,” Odion sighed. “Now we will have to expedite our search.”

Ryou looked over at Odion. “Search for what?”

Isis looked down at Ryou. “We must find a way to make Yami Aten mortal again. Only then can he permanently rest.”

“Is that really possible? I thought that nothing could kill a yami except the Yami Virus.”

Odion nodded. “That is the legend, but we must find out if there is truth to that fact. If a yami could become mortal, his immortality would no longer keep him from entering Paradise. His soul could permanently reside in the Land of the Dead.”

Bakura looked down at the carpet below his feet. `Could there be a way? Could it work?'

Ryou put his arm around Bakura's shoulders, feeling his yami's sudden emotions. “Bakura? Are you okay?”

The yami nodded and took Ryou's hand gently. “I thought death was a one-way door until I became immortal. Now, I'm not certain what to think. If it is possible to turn mortal again, I…I could enter the Underworld with you, Ry.”

Ryou reached up and caressed Bakura's cheek with a small smile. “You would die again. I remember you when you were sick. It was so hard to watch you disintegrate.”

“Those who taste of immortality become corrupted by it, Bakura,” Odion said.

“Immortality doesn't corrupt a soul, Odion. The restlessness it creates corrupts a soul. Five thousand years is a very long life, Odion.” He turned his head and looked into the eyes of the dark Egyptian. “I crave eternal rest. I want…I want to die.”

Ryou rested his head on Bakura's shoulders. “I know, baby.”

Bakura kissed the top of Ryou's head. “I can only wish Ishtar took our words to heart.”

“I would certainly appreciate the return of my Millennium Item,” Isis said.

A knock sounded on the door and Malik turned his head to look at the door. Odion stood beside Malik protectively. “I will not let any harm come to you, Master Malik.”

Isis opened the door and Robbie gave her a smile. “Robbie? Come in.”

Isis closed the door behind the shaken Caucasian boy.

Malik looked at the clock. “Robbie, it's past midnight! What are you doing here?”

Robbie stood nervously in front of the family watching him. “Can somebody tell me why Aten was on my bed just now?”

Ryou looked up at Robbie. “Marik resurrected him. We tried to stop him, Robbie.”

Bakura lifted his head and pointed to his black-and-blue neck. “Here's the proof.”

Robbie leaned in to look at the injury. With disbelief, he stepped back. “Why would Marik do that to you?”

“We tried to stop him,” Malik chimed into the conversation. “We pleaded with him and we tried to fight him.”

Robbie shook his head and sat on the empty chair. “This isn't real. This can't be real. I'm dreaming. A cop just told me on my way here that Aten's grave was dug up and his coffin missing. I have to be dreaming.” Robbie pinched his arm. “OW! Dang it, I'm not dreaming.”

“I'm afraid this isn't a dream,” Isis spoke. “This is very much real. Yami Aten has returned to the mortal world.”

“He isn't himself. He almost twisted my wrist off!”

Isis approached Robbie. “Be very careful around him, Robert. He is a creature with a very hostile temper.”

Robbie nodded. “I know. But, it's still Aten.”

“That's not Aten anymore,” Bakura said. “That is the angry spirit of Aten, given more power by death.”

“He said he was going to save Aten from the Castle of Dark Illusions,” Malik explained. “I wonder what that has to do with all this.”

Bakura shrugged. “Remember when we went into the castle to look for Steven? I thought the place was caving down around us. The Castle of Dark Illusions messes with everyone's head. Marik probably thought he saw Aten in there. Aten should have arrived at the Underworld.”

Robbie's bottom lip trembled and he began to cry. He clutched his hair between his fingers. “NO! He didn't reach the Underworld, Bakura. When we arrived home after the funeral, mom and dad found my grandmother breaking Aten's statues and she blew out his candle! I spent all night trying to glue the pieces back together. The only thing that stopped Aten from beating the snot out of me this morning was that I had Heaven in my arms. He thought I broke them! If I could have stopped them, I would have!”

Odion and Bakura exchanged worried glances. “Do not worry, Master….umm…”

“Robbie,” Bakura chimed in.

“Master Robbie, do not cry. “

Robbie looked up with blood-shot eyes from crying. “But if Aten didn't finish his journey, I feel it's my fault. I should have….I couldn't have stayed home, though.”

Ryou looked at Bakura. “He always talked about that black candle of his. I can't believe that woman would have blew it out.”

“She never liked Aten because…well…she called Aten a `heathen' because of his beliefs. I know…I know she was glad that he died. She thought this would be a good time to introduce me to a girl. I won't even go into what happened.”

Isis walked over to Robbie and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I know, Robert. She is gone now. Do you know where Aten is right now?”

“Aten said he had to leave. I think he might be after my grandmother.”

Isis looked down at Bakura. “Stop him, Bakura Osiris.”

Bakura stood up and chuckled. “Stop him?! How the fuck am I supposed to stop him? I know what he is capable of doing.”

“His father won't stop him. Help him see the light.”

Malik stood beside Bakura. “Yami Aten will shred Bakura alive, sister! You can't expect Bakura to stop him!”

“His father is not here, so the duty must fall to the next yami in line.”

“Send the pharaoh! It will be entertaining to see Yami Aten do something nasty to the pharaoh. I wouldn't mind seeing that.”

Ryou put his arms around Bakura. “Isis, Bakura could get hurt.”

Bakura shrugged with a sigh. “Well, once again I'm picking up after Ishtar's mess. Very well, Isis. I'll take care of it.”

“Good. Get there before he does anything…vicious.”

“Rob, where does your ass of a grandmother live?”

Robbie scratched his head. “I think she lives at Nicholas Court. I'm not sure where, though. I never speak to her and she's only come and visited a couple of times.”

Bakura's face lit up with a devilish grin. “Nicholas Court? Jackpot!”

“What's jackpot?” Malik asked.

Bakura wiped a line of drool from his chin. “Nicholas Court is one of the richest streets on the east side. Those houses run for up to three million clams!”

Ryou turned Bakura's head to face him. “Just help his grandmother. No stealing.”

“Ry! Telling me not to steal is like telling a fish not to breathe in water!”

“It's not right, Bakura.”

“But, Ry-!” Bakura pleaded. However, his pleas were met with a stern look from his husband with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow.

Bakura sighed and grumbled. “Fine. I'll go save the old crotch.”

“Bakura, be careful. Maybe I should go with you.”

Bakura shook his head. “Probably not a good idea.”

“You'll need someone who can drive.”

“Robbie, you can't drive. I'll have to do this alone,” Bakura grabbed the keys to the car and kissed his husband. “Love you, Ry.”

Ryou hugged his husband and watched him leave. “Goodbye, angel.”

“Do you think Bakura could stand up to Aten?”

Isis looked worriedly at Robbie. “Bakura has faced armies, legions of Pharaoh Yami's best battalions. I would not worry.”

Robbie walked in front of Ryou. “Ryou, can he do it?”

Ryou smiled at Robbie and hugged him. “Bakura is tough. He can take a beating, but it takes much to break him. I have faith in him.”

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

The old woman looked up as the man brought her a hot pot of tea and a cup of sugar cubes and cream.

“Thank you.”

“Mistress Vera has retired for the night. The gate has been locked.”

The old woman waved her hand. “Fine. See you in the morning.”

The man left and the woman poured herself a hot cup of tea. She picked up her book and pulled the blankets over her legs. The fireplace nearby crackled, casting shadows around the room.

She lifted her head from her book as she heard a tapping on the window near her. She couldn't see branches touching the glass. She looked at her book today as a quiet `tap-tap-tap' sounded on her windows.

She grumbled and put her tea on the tray. She stood up and walked to the window. A tree branch was tapping against the pane. “I must tell the gardener to prune these trees.”

She turned and saw a shadow move across her door. “Vera? Is that you?”

No answer came near the door.

“Maybe I'm seeing things.”

She returned to her chair and pulled the blankets over her legs. The old woman picked up her book and felt a chilly wind brush her cheek and make the fire dance.

Her eyes went to the mantle and she dropped her book. Her two glowing white candles were now red. She stood up with shaking legs and staggered over to the mantle. Red liquid dripped from the now-crimson candles. Their fire burned a fiery red. Drops of red liquid trickled from the mantles and onto the carpet.

The cold wind blew behind her head as a thick mist filled the room. She turned around.

“Who is here?! Show yourself, demon! Satan be gone! I will not fear you, Satan!”

The dark, shadowy figure appeared in front of the door. Its black eyes with red spikes blinked in the darkness.

“Greetings, foul woman.”

The woman's eyes widened and she froze where she stood from terror.

“I am no demon, but I will say this, however. I am here to make your worst nightmares come true.”

The figure held a gold scepter with a red, glowing jewel. Golden spikes shot from the glowing gem.

“VERA! VERA! SOMEBODY HELP ME!”

The figure chuckled and advanced towards the woman. “Nobody will help you. You are mine.”

The woman ran around the chair and went towards the second set of doors. She pulled on them, but they would not open. “HELP! HELP! DEMON!”

A hard object slammed against her back and she crumbled to the floor. She looked up at the dark figure standing over her. “I want to enjoy this. I can't enjoy your death if I can't see you.”

The fire in the fireplace blazed, its flames leaping from the fireplace and spreading towards them.

The woman screamed as the fire crawled close to her. The figure stood above her and grinned.

It was dressed in black leather pants and a crimson shirt. The teen's white-and-blond hair was spiked. The blond hair formed lightening within the white. His eyes were black and red.

“You're…..You're….my grandson's…”

Yami Aten leaned down and grabbed the woman's shawl. “Say it! Say it, you weasel!”

“You're my gay grandson's lover!”

Yami Aten chuckled. “You were going to say fuck toy! Say it!”

“WATCH OVER ME, LORD!”

Yami Aten chuckled. “Nobody is watching you now…except myself and my friends.”

“Friends?”

The woman looked above her and saw skeletons and creatures with rotting flesh looking down at her. Beside Yami Aten's feet kneeled a little boy with his arms crossed in front of him defensively.

The woman's color drained from her face and Aten grinned.

He lifted the Scepter of Ra and brought it down hard upon the woman's shoulder. His victim screamed loudly in pain.

“I don't see a broken bone. I'll do it again!”

Aten slammed the scepter on the woman's shoulder again until the bone pierced the skin.

He released her and stood up, smiling down at her gripping her injury.

“You broke my statues, foul woman, and now I will break you!”

Aten brought the scepter down on her side until it bled. He continued to hit her, crunching bone under the scepter's solid gold.

He clutched the scepter in his hands tightly as he glared down at her body, bones poking through the skin and her body covered in blood.

Blood trickled from the side of her mouth as she looked up at her assailant.

“Time for you to repent for your sin in hell!”

Aten brought the scepter down hard upon her skull, bashing it in until brain matter mixed with bone.

The fire crackled around them. Aten waved his hand towards the fireplace. “Return.”

The fire crept away back into the fireplace where it blazed black and crimson flames.

“I should have remembered to thank my father. Without him putting a little of himself into me, I never would have been able to duplicate his power. It's time to deal with other matters.”

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

Vera slept in her bed, snoring and twitching in her sleep. The woman slumbered, unaware of the mist that was seeping from under the door. The door cracked open quietly and shut cautiously, careful not to awaken the sleeping woman.

The figure with black eyes grinned at his next victim. “You deserve your own unique death.”

The woman turned in her sleep, the blankets wrapping around her, curling around her body, holding her immobile.

“Wake up, Vera-darling,” the figure scowled.

The woman in the bed opened her eyes and saw the tall, thin figure standing beside her bed. She opened her mouth to scream, but the blankets had covered her mouth and were tightening around her throat.

“There, there,” the figured said softly, cupping her cheek in a chilled palm. “There's no need to scream. Nobody will hear you, Vera-darling.”

The fireplace in the room sparked to life, illuminating the room and the figure beside the bed.

Vera's eyes widened at the sight of Aten beside her.

“Did you miss me? I sure missed you,” Aten grinned, leaning into her face. “What's this? A tear? For me? No, my dear, no need to cry for me, I'm already dead and those tears won't save you!”

Vera's tears coursed down her face as her skin went pale with fear.

“I'm going to ease your pain. Allow me to be your liberator! You hate Robbie. You've always hated him! Because my lover was disfigured, you taunted him, wanted him dead! Well, Vera, I want you dead!”

Vera shook her head.

“I should disfigure you and see how you like being called a freak! How would you like it?”

Vera struggled against the bedsheets in vain.

“I'm not going to bludgeon you to death like your mother since you did not smash my statues. You may have blown out my candle of the Afterlife, however. For that reason, I'm going to extinguish your candle of life. And how do you extinguish a candle? By smothering it, depriving it of life-giving oxygen.”

Vera struggled harder against her bonds.

One large figure appeared behind Aten and bowed in front of its master.

“Ultimate Obedient Fiend, please carry her to her final resting place.”

The creature picked up the woman and carried her in his arms. She struggled to scream and to break the cloth which seemed to tighten around her as she tried to escape.

“Magic is holding your bindings together, my dear. They will not loosen until you take your last, choking breath like I did.”

Aten lead the creature out to the garden. He held up the Scepter of Ra.

“Earth of Osiris, open for me

Down into the depths do I commend this shell

Holy Osiris, do I worship thee

To you, my lord, guide her well.

May Ammut rend her soul in twain

And may she never return to life again.”

The earth split into two piles as the creature lowered her struggling body into the pit.

“I wish I could watch you die, Vera-darling. You have lived a life of being cruel and suffocating those around you. How it's time for payback. Suffocate in peace, Vera-darling.”

Aten raised the Scepter of Ra and the earth poured over the body. Aten smiled at the ground. “Revenge is a dish best served cold. Ultimate Obedient Fiend, you have served me well. Back to the Shadow Realm.”

The creature beside him disappeared.

“It's time for me to return to my husband. He'll be waiting for me.”

Aten stepped through the bars of the gate and looked down the street. He saw a figure scaling the wall. It was his Uncle Bakura.

The yami teen smiled, knowing what atrocity the yami adult would find. “Have fun, Uncle Bakura.”

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

Bakura climbed down the wall and rubbed his hands against his jeans. “It's been a long time since I've had to scale a wall.”

Only one window was lit. The rest of the house was dark. He pulled out his tools for picking locks, knowing that the rich would lock their doors at night.

After searching for a nonexistent alarm system, he picked the lock to the front door. He slowly opened up the room and closed the door behind him slowly. He turned around and his eyes widened.

The entrance hall was very tall with white pillars and marble floors. Vases and expensive works of art covered the walls. Large ferns stood beside a few pillars. The yami wiped his chin free of drool.

`If this is just the riches in here, think of what the rest of the house holds!'

Bakura went up the stairs and opened the door at the top of the stairs. Inside he found a large desk covered in papers. He turned on a flashlight and looked at the documents.

“Stocks and bonds….bank statements.” Bakura looked at the bank statement and his jaw dropped. “This old bat is loaded!”

He saw a safe in the corner, but unlocking it would not be easy without his Millennium Ring. He would need to make a lot of noise and he didn't want to wake up the inhabitants. He saw a gray box beside the desk and he picked the lock with his tools. He opened the box with shaking hand and was ready to drop to his knees in worship of Osiris. He grabbed the contents of the box and stuck them into his backpack. He closed the box and returned it to its place.

He left the room and crept into the next room. He stuck his head inside and found a black fire raging in the fireplace. The bed was empty and had no bedsheets.

Bakura walked slowly towards the fireplace and watched the black and crimson flames rage. “Who ever heard of a black fire? Fires are usually orange and red. This has to be a magical fire of some kind. I've never seen anything like it.”

Bakura stepped on the carpet and a squishing sounded under his feet. He looked down and saw footprints in blood.

“What the hell?” Bakura followed the tracks out of the room and down the hall. He opened up a door and saw the same black fire blazing in the fireplace. He watched as a puddle of blood trickled on the floor.

“There's death in here,” he moaned. “I can smell it.”

Bakura sniffed across the room until he saw Robbie's grandmother on the ground, her bones shattered, her brains spilling from her skull. An eyeball was hanging down her cheek by the optic nerve.

Bakura grinned as he backed against the wall. “Death….so much beautiful death.”

The yami took a deep breath and looked at the savagery which killed the old woman.

He licked his lips as the scent of blood wafted from the floor and into his nasal passages. He could feel arousal not too far away.

If only Marik was here…..

If only Ryou was here…..

Taking Malik right on the spot would have even been a sexy idea.

The puddle of blood and entrails spread around the carpet. Bakura began to chuckle as he grinded his backside against the wall.

“Damn, this is so sexy.”

Bakura's cell phone rang. The yami removed it from his pocket and moaned into the phone. “Hello?”

[`Kura, are you okay?]

“Ry, I want you.”
[………..Excuse me?]

“Ryou, I wish you were here. I'd bend you over the couch here and pound into you for hours.”

[Well, thank you for the compliment, but I'm calling to find out what you see over there? Did you find the place?]

“Ryou, I need you.”

[Are you in trouble?]

“No, just incredibly horny….so…horny.”

[What do you see over there?]

“She's dead, Ry. I don't know where Vera is, but….damn, you're sexy, Ry. When I get home, I'm going to cover you in something yummy and lick it off of you.”

[Oh good god. Yami Bakura, come home. I don't want you getting caught over there.]

“She got it good, Ry. Aten did a good job.”

[Are you sure it was him?]

“Her body is bashed in. Her brains are beginning to crawl out of the skull. Considering the violence she suffered, yeah, it was your boy.”

[Aten…..]
“Ryou, I'm coming home. I need you so much right now.”

[Get out of there, `Kura. You're blood-lusted.]

“I'll be home soon and then we'll have a sexy party.”

[Okay, baby, be careful coming back.]

Bakura disconnected the call and chuckled. “I might not be able to get into a place this loaded in a very long time. I should take a few mementos for the road.”

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

Robbie turned the page of the book. Heaven sat on his lap looking at the pages as her father read to her. She reached out and touched the pages with her small hands.

“You like this book, little muffin? One day you'll be able to read this to your own kids.”

He heard the front door slam and he watched Aten walk into the house. “Hi, Aten.”

Aten continued to walk upstairs. “Hello.”

Robbie turned to his father. “Dad, can you read to her while I see what Aten's been up to?”

Daniel took the infant into his arms and continued to read as Robbie walked up the steps.

Robbie stepped into the doorway of the bathroom and saw Aten washing off the scepter that was covered in blood.

“Aten, what did you do?”

The yami teen turned and smiled. “I did the right thing for both of us.”

“What did you do?”

Aten put the scepter through the belt at his hip. “Don't you worry about it. What I did, I did for the right reasons. Now, give me a piece of that ass.”

Aten grabbed Robbie and pinned him against the doorway of the bathroom. His hand wrapped around Robbie and began groping Robbie's buttocks. He kissed his husband hungrily, pressing his tongue between Robbie's lips.

The pinned boy froze at the cold feeling of Aten's tongue and hand. He struggled to push Aten away, but the yami teen held firm.

He pressed Robbie against the wall and grabbed for Robbie's other leg. Robbie tried to kick away, but Aten was too strong for him.

The yami carried Robbie into the bedroom and kicked the door shut.

“Aten, put me down!”

Aten dropped Robbie on the bed and fell forward with him. Robbie turned his head to the side to breathe, feeling Aten's arousal growing between his legs.

“Aten, stop! I want to talk!”

The Egyptian narrowed his eyes and lifted his head. “I don't!”

Aten tore Robbie's shirt, leaving the teen's chest and stomach exposed. Aten smiled as he enjoyed the view of his lover's half-naked body laying prone before him.

Aten removed his own shirt, revealing the same scars, but also the scar where his father and Bakura made their incision to prepare Aten for burial.

Robbie watched as Aten lifted the Scepter of Ra. His arms were fastened to the bed by invisible cords.

Yami Aten grinned as he watched Robbie's body shake. His chest rose and fell quickly.

“I can smell your fear, Robert. Are you afraid of me?”

Robbie swallowed hard. “Yami Aten, please don't…hurt me.”

Aten chuckled. “I'll do what I want to you.”

Robbie watched Aten unbutton his pants and remove them. Aten licked the tip of Robbie's arousal and watched the Caucasian boy moan and whimper.

He closed his eyes as he heard a zipper open. He felt Aten kissing up his body.

`Think: This is old Aten doing this. Old Aten wouldn't hurt me. Yami Aten shouldn't hurt me either.'

He raised his hips, grinding up against Yami Aten's arousal. “Aten….”

The yami teen licked Robbie's stomach and kissed it. He kissed up Robbie's chest, rubbing his arousal against his lover's quivering, thrusting body. His lover breathed heavier as his desperation grew.

“You want me inside you, don't you?”

Robbie moaned, bucking up against Aten's body above him. “You know I do.”

Aten grinned and positioned himself at Robbie's entrance. “As you wish.”

Robbie looked up at Aten. “Wait a minute, Aten, you didn't prep---.”

Aten entered Robbie with a single, hard thrust. Robbie's eyes widened and his body filled with fire.

Aten moaned and buried himself deep into Robbie's body. “Gods, Robbie, you feel so good! Yes!”

Robbie burned as Aten thrust himself inside him hard. “Aten, please…..stop. It hurts.”

“Not for me it doesn't. You'll bleed soon and that will make it easier.”

Robbie gasped for breath with each penetration. He tried to grip onto the invisible bindings as Aten lifted one of his legs over a shoulder. Aten's thrusts entered deeper into his body now and tears fell down his eyes.

Aten moaned, wrapping his hand around Robbie's arousal. “I want you to come for me. That is what I want.”

“Aten….I can't…”

Yami Aten gripped tightly onto Robbie's length, making him almost scream. “You WILL! I take what I want when I want it!”

Robbie felt blood trickling down his leg, making the pain subside a little, but not by much. He felt himself raising his hip into Yami Aten's stroking hand.

Robbie arched his back as Yami Aten pounded hard into his body. Robbie's skin was covered in sweat.

Yami Aten reached down and grabbed onto Robbie's neck. “Come for me or I'll break it.”

Robbie arched his back and released, forcing his release over Aten's fingers and his stomach.

Yami Aten moaned and released Robbie's throat. He grit his teeth and released hard into the teen below him.

He collapsed on top of Robbie, breathing heavily. Robbie felt the blood continue to trickle down his leg. “How could you?” Robbie whispered with tears coming down his eyes.

Yami Aten smiled down at Robbie and kissed his lover on the lips gently. “Because you like it.”

Robbie froze as Yami Aten snuggled into his neck. He licked the throbbing vein in Robbie's neck.

With a smile and a purr, the yami teen whispered into his lover's ear, “How about another round?”

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