Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Seraph ❯ Chapter 5

Warning: Tendershipping with Ryou seme

 

This is AU, seriously so

 

:blah: = hikari to yami telepathy

 

-blah- = yami to hikari telepathy

 

Yugi'd got the top score on all of the new games except one by six. The only game he wasn't the best at was a shooting game where the joystick was a gun. Ryou'd started on that one as soon as it came free, abandoning his other game halfway through to get it, and he was still on it two and a half hours later. He'd died after ten minutes the first time, but than he'd seemed to figure it out, and he hadn't died since, getting through each level in turn progressively faster, and only hesitating slightly when the machine started to cycle through the levels again.

 

“Come on Yugi. If Bakura-kun's cooking for us we don't want to be late.” Trust Anzu to be the first to use the familiar suffix. “And we're going to need a few minutes to fight through Ryou-kun's audience.” He'd drawn the sort of crowd Yugi usually drew. And when they finally got to the oddly clear space around Ryou he could see why. In a display of breathtaking arrogance Ryou had blindfolded himself at some point, and was working just from the sounds, and memory. Just as he was about to step into the cleared area a woman grabbed him back.

 

“Don't, he pushes anyone who crowds him away.”

 

“We're his friends.” Honda ignored the warning, and pushed past Yugi into the open area. But he didn't say anything, and when he reached out to put his hand on Ryou's shoulder the smaller boy just took hold of his wrist, and almost absently tossed him into the crowd on the other side.

 

-Let me aibou.- Yugi was more than happy to let Yami get Ryou's attention. What he was doing right now was more than a little frightening and Yugi watched from inside Yami in growing horror as the spirit summoned a tiny ball of Shadow Magic, no more than the width of their thumb across and threw it at Ryou. What was even more shocking was when it got just a foot away from his friend and disappeared in a flash of light. But it did get Ryou's attention, he pulled off the blindfold and turned his head to Yami, still somehow keeping a perfect score.

 

“Something you need to say to me?”

 

“Isn't your boyfriend supposed to have a meal waiting for us in...” Yami pointedly looked at the watch they were wearing, “oh, twenty minutes Seraph?”

 

“Fuck, yeah.” And he abandoned the game just like that, pushing through the crowd better than Jou and Honda had managed together, pulling everyone with him.

 

“That's one game we're never going to get top score on, me or Yami.” Yugi laughed when Yami yielded their body back to him. “How the hell did you manage to do that?”

 

Ryou looked a little insulted by the question. “I am an assassin after all, even if I think depending on weapons is a bad idea I know how to use them. The first game, I was getting used to the feel of the `gun', then the first run through I more or less memorised what was happening, without realising it. Second time through I was checking that nothing had changed, then I knew what I needed to do. And I don't need to depend on just one sense.”

 

-Aibou, what about what he did to my Shadow Magic?-

 

:You didn't know he could do that?: Yugi was almost shouting at Yami through their link, outraged at the idea.

 

-I expected him to do what I would, or Bakura would, dodge it, or put up a shield of Shadow Magic, and even if it hit it wasn't enough to do more than sting. I didn't expect him to use a different type of magic, or do that, whatever it was.- And now Yami sounded anxious to calm him and justify his actions.

 

“What does Yami want now?” Ryou sounded oddly patient, almost resigned as he asked the question, Yugi didn't quite get it.

 

“What did you do to that Shadow Magic he threw at you?”

 

“Burned it away.” Ryou laughed as he replied. “My original magic was Light Magic and healing, Shadow Magic is a melding of Light Magic and Dark Magic, so once I learned about it I was able to use it, although I'll never have the power with Shadow Magic that I do with Light Magic, or that even my Shadow has. I don't know about you, whether or not you can get access to Shadow Magic in your own right, but you probably can, or you wouldn't be able to assemble the Puzzle. I'd guess that my power level with Light Magic is a few notches above your Yami's with Shadow Magic.” That idea was scary, but they'd reached Ryou's house by then, and Bakura opened the door, letting Ryou kiss him demandingly.

 

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Bakura was startled to find their guests still waiting outside the door when Seraph finished kissing him. He supposed that at some level he'd expected them to act like Adepts and just walk in while his master had been enjoying him.

 

“Please, come in.” He stepped back from the door, glancing after Seraph as the others removed their... “Shoes Katsuya.”

 

“Ooops, sorry.” He'd sounded like some traditional housewife, but Jou had responded to that, and it even had Yugi and Anzu looking at him approvingly. “You promised us dinner, we're not late or anything are we?”

 

“No, actually, it'll be ten to fifteen minutes. I started the stuff that would be spoiled if it cooks for too long when Seraph-sama told me you'd started off from the arcade. I need to get back to the kitchen, but I'll show you to the living room first.” He frowned as he spoke, wishing that Seraph had waited long enough to do that himself. They were all quiet as he led them to where his hikari was waiting, but Anzu didn't go in with the others, instead she put a hand on his arm, stopping him as he turned to leave.

 

“Wait, can you show me where the toilet is first? I don't like using public toilets.” She was blushing just a little as she explained, but he could empathise. He'd been cornered once or twice by Adepts in communal toilets, and even if they hadn't done more than touch him it had still made his skin crawl.

 

“This way.” He led her to the appropriate room, wincing as he realised that today might not have been the best time to invite anyone to dinner, since the maid service were due tomorrow, but he shrugged and dismissed it, returning to his cooking. He'd decided to go for traditional British vegetables and such to go with the rabbit, rather than anything Asian, it worked better with the way he was cooking the rabbit. He didn't want to risk losing track of the time by being around Seraph, so he picked up the project he'd begun working on again. He'd already spotted a couple of bugs in latest iteration of the firewall code, and he was sure there were more that he hadn't found yet. He'd started taking on projects like this a couple of years back, they were nowhere near as well-paid as Work, but Seraph allowed him to keep half of what they brought in for himself, and he'd promised to allow the same with any Work he was asked to do.

 

-Seraph, I'm just about finished cooking.- He knew that his hikari would bring their guests through to the dining room while he took the meal to the table. He'd already set the rabbits out, and there were six place settings ready, he'd decided Western style cutlery would be best in this case, but if anyone asked he had chopsticks on a side table.

 

“Mmm, this is great Bakura. Never would have thought you were such a good cook.” It hadn't been at all surprising that Jou was the first to try the unfamiliar food, Honda seemed more reluctant to try it, but after Jou's endorsement he began eating too.

 

“Yes Bakura-kun, this is very good. Can you give me the recipes? Especially for how you did the vegetables, I haven't had vegetables like this outside of a fancy restaurant.”

 

“I...I wasn't trying to show off, but yes, of course you can.” He was blushing, at least a little, he could tell from the faint smile on Seraph's face. “Yugi-dono, if you do not wish to try the rabbit you could allow Yami to eat it in your stead perhaps?” He suspected that the pharaoh would be grateful to taste anything, and far less likely to be fussy than Yugi was, after all, he vaguely remembered seeing the court hunting for the Pharaoh's table when he was first learning to be a thief, and how they'd collected the rabbits as well as more `noble' animals.

 

All his suggestion got him was a scowl, and then Yugi did begin to eat, reluctantly at first, but then with increasing eagerness. In a way that was more of a compliment than Jou's wolfing it down, or even Anzu's asking for the recipes, because he trusted Bakura so little. After that Seraph was the one who led the conversation for the most part, keeping to Duel Monsters, and other things that Bakura could actually talk about with the teenagers. He flashed his hikari a grateful smile when he realised this, at least Seraph was keeping him from being ignored - well, except for by Yugi.

 

When everyone had finished eating he pushed back from the table and began clearing it.

 

“No Bakura-kun, don't.” Anzu put a hand on his arm, and he looked up in surprise before she continued. “You cooked, we can clear the table and wash the dishes. Can't we, Jou, Honda, Yugi?” He wasn't sure why she hadn't included Seraph, but he was relieved by that, and he could sense Seraph's amusement.

 

“Anzu, there's a desert as well, just wait and I'll get it.”

 

“No. We'll help.” Seraph laughed as she determinedly pulled two plates away from him, and stood, picking up the heaviest of the serving plates. Yugi was the last to move from his seat.

 

--0--

 

Yami hadn't expected Shadow to suggest that Yugi allow him to eat the meal he'd prepared, why would he? After all the other yami had made it very clear what he thought their relationship should be. But he didn't allow himself to hope he'd be permitted that, he'd been allowed to control their body more in the last two days than in the two months before that. Usually he was only in charge long enough to duel an opponent, or protect his hikari, he knew better than to try and steal his body for anything but that. But it did motivate Yugi to start eating, and stop being so uncharacteristically rude.

 

For a while at least, he still ignored everything that Shadow said, and when he got up to clear the table and Anzu offered their help Yami began to wonder if he wasn't going to help at all.

 

-Aibou...- He trailed off, he didn't know how to put it into words, and besides he was the last person to talk about manners.

 

:You do it. I can't handle Bakura at the moment.: And he retreated into his soul room, only pausing for a moment to ask one last question. :Did you want to take my place for this dinner?:

 

-Only if you wanted me to aibou.- And then Yami took over their body, picking up what was left on the table and following the others through to the kitchen, where he was met with a raised eyebrow from Shadow.

 

“Put the butter in the fridge, any uneaten food in the bin, the cutlery in the sink, and stack the plates beside the sink, same for the bowls.” Yami hadn't expected Seraph to be the one to organise this, but the blunt order didn't seem at all out of place, and it reassured him in a way. It hinted at more equality in how the chores were apportioned than Shadow's earlier words had implied. Anzu was soon scraping the plates, while Jou organised them, and as Yami began to follow Seraph and Honda on their retreat back to the dining room a print-out made up of seemingly random numbers and letters caught his eye.

 

“Put that back!” Shadow sounded pissed, somehow noticing what Yami was doing even as he took a tray set with six small bowls from the fridge.

 

“I apologise, but what is it?”

 

“Nothing you'd understand Pharaoh. I highly doubt you understand anything about computers other than how to play games on them.” Yami found himself flushing at how accurate that assessment was. “Suffice it to say that you could have ruined a lot of my work. And it's one of the few things it's acceptable for even concubines to do.” Something he wouldn't have lost if he'd failed this `testing' that Seraph and Shadow put such value on. “I shouldn't have left it there, but...I was working on it while I watched the vegetables.” Yami couldn't think of anything to say to that, and when Shadow turned to take the tray to the table he followed. They were the last two to reach the table, and he wasn't sure he liked the amusement in Seraph's eyes as Shadow gracefully served a bowl of what looked like some sort of chocolate desert to everyone.

 

He shut his eyes to savour the heavenly taste, rich, dark, almost bitter chocolate, with an underlying hint of mint. His first taste of food in 5000 years was more than worth it. Not that he had much to compare it with, but even if he'd had nothing to compare it with he'd know just how perfect this was.

 

“If you ever need a cover story for how you make your money you can always claim to be a professional cook, Shadow. No one who's tasted anything like this would doubt you.”

 

“I already have a cover story Pharaoh. You saw it in the kitchen.” Shadow laughed as he replied, and Yami could see the humour. “But thank you for the compliment anyway.”

 

“I'm lucky that Shadow has a real talent for cooking. I certainly don't. You know he never uses the store bought stuff for anything, he made the gravy from scratch for instance, and he bakes all our bread from scratch too.” From Anzu's reaction that had to be impressive. “Yami, if your hikari can't be polite to Shadow over a meal do you really think there's any chance he'll be able to learn from him?”

 

:I'll keep my promise.: Yugi spoke up from inside his soul room. :I just don't want to interact with him socially.:

 

“He says that he can.” Yami wasn't going to pass on the other part of the message.

 

“He should know that the first lesson will be totally exhausting, and it could last all day.” Shadow was frowning. “To my knowledge Yugi-dono is not aware of his magic as we are, and it's easiest, at this stage to teach him to be aware of his ki instead. Later he can extend that to Shadow Magic, which might well be a better power source for him.”

 

“I...then would I be able to learn how to use ki as well as Shadow Magic?”

 

“At the moment, no, you have no personal ki.” Seraph's voice range with authority. “But let's change the subject, we're boring our friends.”

 

When they'd all finished eating Jou insisted on washing the dishes, and even managed to get Honda to agree to help. Shadow went back with them to supervise.

 

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Ryou had enjoyed the last four days, even with having to guard Shadow when he restocked the groceries on Wednesday since he was still weakened. Until Tuesday Shadow had always been so punctilious about never initiating sex, not even just by trying to arouse him, even under the influence of aphrodisiacs, and he'd never clung so closely to Ryou as he had since then. Ryou didn't think it was just feeling vulnerable because of the effects of the drugs he'd been given either, or he'd have let Ryou refuse to go to that arcade after school on Tuesday instead of suggesting that he stay at home, and cook for the gang. The gang! That was it, the key. Shadow had been acting like the perfect trophy around Yugi and his friends, and he'd done his very best not to be caught alone with any of them. Now that he knew what was behind some of his Consort's behaviour, the public displays of affection anyway he could relax. The others had stopped walking to school with them when they realised how good Ryou was at roofhopping, and he scooped Shadow up into his arms before they set out.

 

The school had already gotten used to the flashy way they arrived, and no one even seemed to notice after the second day, when Ryou'd carried Shadow to school again as he'd almost collapsed the night before after making their bentos up. Ryou had ended up easing his guilt by asking if Shadow wanted him to put him down a block from school and walk that last bit beside him. Shadow had told him that it was a bit too late to try and save his reputation that way, he'd have to get a proper reputation himself after the drugs wore off.

 

Yugi and his friends arrived just a few minutes later, and the others waited near the door while Yugi, or his body, came over to them. There were none of the subtle changes in his hair, and the eyes were still violet, so it was probably Yugi, but both he and Shadow could make enough changes to be mistaken for the other, or use glamor as needed.

 

“Hello Bakura, Ryou,” So it was Yugi, Yami was the only one who addressed them by their usenames in conversation, everyone else used their personal names. “I just wanted to say that I'm willing to accept your terms for lessons.” If it had been Yami Shadow would be nuzzling at Ryou's neck by now, instead he barely looked up from his bag.

 

“I'll tell you where and when the first lesson will start after Shadow's recovered then.” Yugi looked surprised, had he expected Ryou to let Shadow make the decisions about lessons himself?

 

“Seraph-sama has to know more or less where I am, and when, because I'd be too good a lever if any of his rivals got their hands on me. It's a bit like the way Kaiba-san is so careful about his younger brother Yugi-dono.” Shadow somehow managed to make his admittedly damn near psychotic possessiveness into a mixture of sweetness and enlightened self-interest. Ryou would not laugh at the look of revelation on Yugi's face.

 

Instead he reached out, pulling his Consort to him for a kiss, licking lightly at that delicious scar, and the tasty lipstick painting it red. Shadow leaned into the kiss, looking at Yugi almost defiantly from beneath lowered lashes. The kid blushed, and mumbled some excuse before leaving, all too obviously embarrassed. No wonder he couldn't control his yami properly.

 

“How much longer do you think those drugs will affect you for my pet?” It wasn't a fair question, and Ryou knew that, but he also knew that Shadow was one hell of a lot more aware of his body than even most Adepts, and he seemed to be more sensitive to his own biochemistry than Seraph, than any angelic, was to anyone's.

 

“I'm not entirely certain Seraph-sama, but...perhaps another two weeks, the effects have fallen to perhaps a quarter of what they were, and it feels like a half life thing, the effects falling by half every so many days.” A lot of drugs worked like that, others worked more linearly, and some increased the effects until they were dissipated somehow.

 

“Good. That gives us time to work out exactly how you're going to teach Yugi to sense his ki. I'll check the records for methods to teach such an old student. You can try to find somewhere suitable to teach him - over the phone and internet of course.”

 

“As you wish Seraph.” Shadow smiled at him obediently.

 

--0--

 

Bakura stretched out at Seraph's feet while they did their homework for the weekend. It felt nice to be doing this with his hikari, almost as if they were equals, stupid as that was. But he'd never been doing the same sort of work as Seraph before. Seraph bent down to stroke his hair and he nuzzled into his hikari's hand affectionately.

 

“Will you be alright tomorrow, when I go hunting?”

 

“Yes Seraph-sama.” This was one reason they had to get their homework done now, most of Sunday would be taken up by the household chores. “I need to prepare some more noodles and bread anyway.” He'd get the noodles to the point when they were ready to go into a stir fry, then freeze them in one person servings, and he'd get the bread dough to the point where it needed to rise before freezing it. “And I can wash my hair and leave it to dry over the course of the day. But you'll need to get back soon enough for us to get some more fruit and vegetables.”

 

“Not a problem my pet. Any particular type of meat you'd like?”

 

“Can you get some fish please Seraph-sama. A tuna perhaps, or some smaller fish, and some large red meat.”

 

“I'll see what I can do.” There was a pause then, perhaps half an hour while they did some solid work. “I'm finished, you?”

 

“Not quite.” But he still knelt and put his books aside. “I'll be here all day tomorrow.” Seraph would activate the spell on the house that kept him from leaving before he went hunting. It protected him as well as imprisoning him, it meant no one with any significant magic of their own would be able to enter the house. “I can finish my work off sometime then.” He could tell when his master wanted sexual release, and nothing else mattered then.

 

“Good.” Seraph opened his yukata, pressing Bakura's face to his groin, and he took the hint, first nuzzling there, and then licking, before finally taking his hikari into his mouth. “I think you'd best start wearing your uniform next week. It was fun dressing you up and seeing the way people reacted this week, but we can't flout the rules for too long, and going to school helps a lot with our cover.”

 

Bakura felt vaguely insulted that Seraph could be so coherent while he was pleasuring him, and redoubled his efforts, until all Seraph was doing was moaning, and controlling his movements through a tight hold on his hair. Bakura swallowed Seraph's seed when he released, then sat back on his heels, watching and waiting. Seraph might be happy with just getting off once and let him get back to his homework, or he might want more, Bakura just couldn't tell. Either way, when Seraph's hold on his hair relaxed and morphed into a gentle stroking he just shut his eyes and leaned into it, enjoying the touch.

 

He was surprised when Seraph's hands moved to his waist and hauled him up into Seraph's lap, but he still kept his eyes closed, and switched to nuzzling into the side of Seraph's neck as one hand reached into his yukata, working at him until he climaxed.

 

“Open your mouth my pet.” Seraph's voice was amused, and he obeyed, eyes still closed, taking the offered hand into his mouth, licking and sucking until it was clean. He felt it when Seraph's hand returned to his groin to collect more of his seed, and they repeated the cycle until Seraph was satisfied - and aroused again, just as Bakura was feeling new stirrings himself. He was expecting his hikari to bend him over the couch arm or something, but instead he just returned to petting Bakura, and the thief relaxed and let himself enjoy it.

 

He vaguely wondered where Seraph had got the oil when his yukata was pushed right open and he felt the familiar cleaning spell just as an oiled finger slid into his entrance, but that didn't matter, especially not when Seraph hit the right spot and began the slow process of adding more fingers.

 

“Just enjoy yourself.” With Seraph's whisper in his ear and mind Bakura didn't even try to keep from climaxing as the assassin finger-fucked him on his knee. Then he slid off Seraph's lap under the urging of the other's hands, kneeling as Seraph thrust into the mass of his white hair.

 

“You really will need to wash your hair tomorrow now.” He laughed, running a hand through the semen covered tangle, and let Bakura return to his schoolwork and later the firewall code.

 

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