Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Soul Of The Night ❯ Yugi Strikes Back ( Chapter 13 )

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WARNING: ATEN X ROBBIE LEMON! YAOI!
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Yugi Strikes Back
Yugi and Joey casually walked down the hallway.  Yugi listened to Joey talk about his concerns about his relationship with Seto. “I still love Seto, Yugi. But, how can I not think about what he did with Aria?”
Yugi walked with Joey, his arms crossed against his chest. “That’s too bad, Joey. Do you think Bakura or Ryou know?”
“I’m sure if Bakura knew, Seto wouldn’t be standing and he wouldn’t still have his penis.”
Yugi nodded. “Good point. I think Ryou would take the news better than Bakura.”
“Do you think he could have fought his flashbacks?”
The shorter duelist sighed. “I don’t know.  I know Aten’s been fighting his for years.”
Joey stopped walking and his shoulders sagged. “Do you think I should leave Seto?”
Yugi paused and looked up at Joey sadly. “You can’t be serious, Joey. Do you really want to break up with Seto over this? You two have been together for as long as I can remember.”
“I don’t know. I know Seto had a hard time fighting the flashbacks. It couldn’t have been easy for him.”
Yugi put his hand on Joey’s arm. “Don’t rush into this decision. Think about it carefully.”
“What do you think I should do?”
Yugi shrugged. “It’s not up to me what you do.  But, if you want my opinion, I think you should reconsider breaking up with Seto. You two have been inseparable since high school.”  Yugi chuckled. “You guys have been together twenty years! Most of us thought you wouldn’t last more than twenty seconds with Kaiba. You hated him in Duelist Kingdom and Battle City.”
Joey nodded. “Yeah, he was an asshole.”
“But I know you loved him, Joey,” Yugi said. “You always said you hated his guts, but I know you couldn’t get your mind off him.”
Joey scratched his hair. “How could you tell?”
“Well, for one, you stared at his ass during Gym.  I think when he stopped playing basketball, you were really disappointed.”
Joey grinned. “Seto did look sexy in those shorts. His ass was just perfect. It was as if holy rays of light beamed around his ass. It was a sacred thing to worship. Well, alright, I won’t go that far, but still....his ass was stunning.”
Yugi chuckled. “I know you dreamed about kicking that ass a few times, too.”
“Yeah, well, he asked for it.”
“He pinned you during wrestling. You never were able to pin him.”
Joey chuckled. “I didn’t want to tap out. I just let him lay on top of me and pinned me down. I liked it. It was my way of having him when I thought he would never love me.”
Yugi smiled up at Joey. “Seto loves you alot, Joey. He would do anything to keep you happy.”
“But, Yugi, it was Aria!  She’s a teenage girl!”
Yugi sighed. “I know. When I heard what Yami did to Aten and my friends, I couldn’t look the other way anymore. I had to break up with Yami. It took me a long time to get over him.”
“Why didn’t you get back together with Yami?”
“I heard what he did to Aten. I heard what he did to Ryou. When I heard he was holding your life in his hands, that was too much for me. I couldn’t take him back. I was a fool, Joey. I should have broken up with him earlier.”
Joey sighed. “Maybe I need to talk to Aria about it.”
Yugi nodded. “Don’t rush into this, Joey.  I want you to know that whatever you choose to do, you’ll be my friend no matter what.”
Joey smiled and hugged his shorter friend. “Thank you. I know I can count on you.”
Joey and Yugi’s heads snapped up when they heard a child scream in Yami’s chambers.  “What do you mean the tablets are destroyed?”
Yami’s chamber doors opened and Chatha slid across the floor into the wall.  Joey and Yugi gasped.  They ran down the hallway to the boy laying face-down on the ground.  Joey checked the boy’s pulse and turned him on his back.
“Hold on, kid. You’ll be alright,” Joey said.
Yugi watched the boy’s eyes shift unfocused. “Chatha, are you alright?”
The child’s lower lip trembled and he began to cry. Joey gathered the boy to his chest and hugged him. Chatha gripped onto Joey and cried into the blond’s chest.
Yugi stood and narrowed his eyes as he looked into Yami’s room. Yugi ran to the doorway where he found Yami standing before Anubis.
“The sacred tablets have been destroyed, my pharaoh. Your faithful servants will not respond to your call if their tablets lie in ruins.”
Yami narrowed his eyes. “Who is responsible for this?”
“There was no tell-tale signs.”
Yami’s lip curled in fury. “I bet you the Ishtars are to blame.”
“Pharaoh, what did you do to that boy?” Yugi growled as he stood in the doorway.
“My son, this does not concern you.”
Yugi approached Yami. “How dare you strike that boy!”
“He’s a slave, Yugi. His safety means nothing. He is replaceable.”
Yugi pushed Yami backward angrily. “You’re a bully!  A good-for-nothing bully!”
“My son, you have crossed the line!”
Joey stepped into the doorway, cradling Chatha in his arms. “Pharaoh, what’s the big idea beating this boy?”
“I need not answer to you!”
Yugi kicked Yami’s leg, making the pharaoh crumble to his knee and hold his injured leg. Yugi pushed Yami onto his back. “How do you like it?”
Anubis grabbed Yugi’s shoulder. “You have crossed a line, Little Prince!”
Joey ran beside Yugi. “He’s standing up for this kid who can’t stand up for himself. I wouldn’t say that is crossing a line!”  Joey felt the young boy tremble against him as Chatha buried his face in his neck.
“I do what I want with my slaves, Yugi. You must show them you are better and stronger than them!”
“Of course you are stronger than them! You’re older!”
Joey caressed the child’s back. “I guess Yugi and I have to be the adults here and take care of him.”
“I want him back tonight!” Yami demanded.
“No! He stays with me!”
Yami crossed his arms defiantly. “Very well. Send Bomani into my quarters tonight in Chatha’s stead.”
Joey narrowed his eyes as he and Yugi left Yami’s quarters. “He hasn’t changed at all.”
Yugi sighed and shook his head. “I never believed it before. I guess...I guess I didn’t want to believe it.”
“Now you get to see what an asshole he was in the past, Yugi. That won’t be easy.”
Yugi shivered as he remembered the few stories that Bakura told him from Ancient Egypt. “I don’t want to think about what Yami has done to this boy.”
Chatha slowly raised his head as he felt Joey carry him away from Yami’s room. “Where are you taking me?”
“We’ll check you out for injuries. Are you hungry?”
Chatha nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Yugi and Joey entered the harem. Glenn and Umi looked up and saw Joey carrying the boy. Glenn ran to Yugi. “What’s this?”
“Yami kicked him out of his room.  Kid’s got a nasty bump, but he’ll be alright.”
Joey put Chatha on a pillow beside Umi. The little boy rubbed his arm and looked up curiously at Joey.
Glenn offered the boy a plate of lamb. “Let me check your boo-boo and then you can have some food, alright?”
Chatha nodded as he watched Glenn examine his arm. “The pharaoh hit me and threw me into the wall out of his room.”
Glenn lightly touched the arm, checking for swelling and dislocation of a bone.  Chatha jumped when Glenn touched his elbow. “Ow.”
Glenn released the boy’s arm. “Can you move it?”
The child nodded and moved his arm slowly. “Yes?”
Glenn placed a pillow against the boy’s back and handed the boy the plate of meat. Chatha grabbed the plate excitedly and placed a piece of lamb in his mouth. Glenn sat beside the boy. “Be careful how fast you eat.”
Chatha nodded excitedly and swallowed. “I’m just really hungry!”
Bakura was right about everything...Yugi watched the boy eat and crossed his arm. “Yami really was a butcher...and much worse.”
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Robbie poked the duck with Bakura’s dagger. He watched the juices run clear and licked his lips. Aten watched Bakura lay on the pharaoh’s bed and turn over onto his back. The yami’s head lulled listlessly away from the group.  Aten watched Bakura’s chest rise and fall slowly as the yami slept deeply.
“It’ll be alright, Aten,” Robbie said as he looked at his husband.
Aten turned his head to Robbie quickly. “What?”
“You’re worried,” Robbie said. “I can feel it.”
Aten nodded. “Father Bakura was awake all night keeping an eye on us.  What we saw in that other room was slightly unnerving.  I want to look at the rest of the murals when mother and Father Bakura go to bed.”
Robbie heard Bakura sighing in his sleep. “He sounds really tired.”
“I really hope his younger self is alright,” Aten said.  
Robbie sighed. “Do you think there’s a way out of this place?”
“Every tomb has a way out and a way in. That’s what Father Bakura always taught Aria and I.  We have to be able to get out of here.”
Ryou entered the room and sighed. “Is he still asleep?”
Aten nodded. “Father Bakura looks really tired, mother.”
Ryou sat beside Bakura. “Poor boy was up all night.  Is dinner ready yet?”
Robbie poked the duck again. “Dinner’s done! Time to eat!”
Ryou put his hand lightly on Bakura’s stomach. “‘Kura? Bakura, baby, it’s time to eat.”
Bakura groaned as he opened an eye slowly. “What?”
“Food, sweetheart. It’s time to eat.”
Bakura turned on his side and rubbed Ryou’s leg.  Robbie removed the cooked duck from the small fire made by the torch. The teen cut pieces of meat from the bird. Aten took his meat and licked his lips longingly.
Ryou handed his ration to Bakura, who refused it. Bakura grabbed the second handful of meat and sat beside Ryou on the bed.
Robbie cut some meat and felt his mouth water as he held the food. “Thank you, God!” Robbie bit into the duck and chewed hungrily.
Ryou and Bakura exchanged glances. Bakura bit into his leg of duck and grinned. Ryou popped some of the duck’s breast meat into his mouth. “Robbie, this is phenomenal!”
Robbie nodded. “It’s really good. Aten helped.”
Aten smiled as he took another bite of his meal. “Thank you.”
Ryou took Bakura’s hand. “Did you sleep well?”
Bakura nodded. “You’ll love the bed tonight.”
“Aten, Robbie, do you want the bed tonight?” Ryou asked.
Aten and Robbie shook their heads. “Mother, you need the bed tonight more than we do.”
“Yeah, your back has to be sore after sleeping on the ground.”
Ryou nodded. “It is, but the bed should be big enough for all of us.”
Aten shook his head. “No, mother, that’s alright. You and the baby need a good night’s sleep.”
“We probably have a long day of walking tomorrow, Ry, to find a way out of here,” Robbie said. “You’ve been having back problems and you need a good night’s rest.”
Ryou sighed. “Alright.”
“The pharaoh’s tomb is down the steps. Robbie and I can put something on there and make a bed out of that.”
Ryou looked at Robbie. “Are you sure?”
Aten nodded. “Yeah, mother. We insist.”
Bakura finished his leg and grabbed the duck’s wing. He grabbed a few Dates and sighed with pleasure as he chewed the meat.
“We owe Seto alot when we see him next,” Ryou said. “Robbie, could you cut more for me?”
Robbie grabbed Bakura’s dagger and cut more meat. He handed Ryou another handful of meat. The hikari hiccuped as he accepted the additional food. He felt the baby suddenly bounce. “I think we have the hiccups.”
Aten took a handful of Dates. “So much food! We’re not used to so much!”
Robbie leaned back against a wicker basket and rubbed his stomach. “That was so good!”
Aten nodded and put his head against Robbie’s shoulder. “A meal fit for a pharaoh.”
Ryou licked his fingers clean. “I agree.”
Bakura’s throat rumbled with satisfaction as he finished his meal. “Save the rest for breakfast.”
Aten cleaned the bones and tied the bag which held the remaining food.  “Mother, did you see the murals in the other room?”
Ryou nodded. “I saw a mural which appeared to depict the Millennium Key.”
Bakura raised a curious eyebrow. “What?”
“Come, baby, we’ll show you.”
Ryou lead Bakura into the next room and showed him the murals along the walls. Bakura’s eyes widened when he saw dark streams flowing in the Millennium Ring. Souls of the dead hovered around the Millennium Ring.  The thief reached out and touched the Millennium Ring’s image depicted over a wall of flames.
In the next mural, the Millennium Eye was depicted among a purple haze reminiscent of the Shadow Realm.
Ryou looked at the image of a young woman whose necklace helped her to see a tall structure in the sky.  Robbie looked at the tall structure. “What is that?”
Aten and Bakura looked at the Necklace picture. “What is that?”
Ryou looked at the structure. “It looks....like....”
Bakura’s eyes widened. “KaibaCorp!”
“What?” Aten and Robbie asked.
“Look, boys! It’s KaibaCorp!”
“The Millennium Necklace helped Isis in the future. Is this an example of how the Item works?”
Robbie shrugged. “How would the artist know what KaibaCorp looks like?”
“That can’t be the Millennium Necklace. The stone is black...like an onyx."
Ryou held Bakura’s arm. “Baby, I need to lay down. I’m dizzy.”
Bakura took Ryou’s hand. “Alright, baby. Let’s go.”
Ryou hiccuped as Bakura lead him to the bed. Ryou laid on the bed and looked up at Bakura. “What does it all mean?”
Bakura caressed Ryou’s cheek. “I don’t know, angel.”
“The artists could have seen the future through the Necklace.”
Bakura sighed as his thumb traced Ryou’s cheek. “Anything is possible.” Bakura laid beside Ryou and brought his hikari into his arms. Ryou rested his head against Bakura and lightly pet his yami’s chest.  The yami felt the pain in his lover’s lower back through their mindlink. Bakura’s hand drifted to Ryou’s lower back and rubbed it lightly.
Ryou smiled and purred under his yami’s hand. “That feels so good.”
“Just relax. We have a long day when we wake up to find a way out of this tomb.”
“Is there a way out?” Ryou asked tiredly.
Bakura kissed Ryou’s forehead. “There’s always a way out. Even if we have to make a way out of here, we will.”
Ryou smiled and snuggled against Bakura. “Goodnight, baby.”
Bakura closed his eyes and felt Ryou’s body relax. “Goodnight, angel.”
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Aten and Robbie left the mural room and found Bakura asleep with Ryou in his arms. Aten looked down at his mother and sighed. “Mother is really tired, Robbie,” Aten whispered.  “I think the pregnancy is taking its toll on him.”
“I still can’t believe he’s dead like us,” Robbie whispered.
Aten nodded. “That’s probably for the better. Mother wouldn’t be able to carry another baby if he was mortal. His heart wouldn’t take the stress.” Aten paused as he saw the yami bring his husband closer to him. “Mother would have continued the pregnancy even if it risked his life.”
“You think so?”
Aten nodded. “Mother almost died in childbirth with Aria and I.”
Robbie held Aten’s hand as they descended into the next chamber. “It’s still really odd. You don’t see many pregnant men around.”
Aten shrugged. “He’ll always be a mother to Aria and I. We’ve never known any different. Father Bakura was always protective of mother, but he’s more so now.”
Robbie and Aten arrived in the small chamber. Aten placed his cape on the flat sarcophagus surface.  “It’s not the best bed, but it’s something.”
Aten put his arms around Robbie’s shoulders. Both teens looked around the room. “This is different.”
Robbie smiled. “This is quite an adventure.”
Aten caressed Robbie’s cheek. “I never thought I’d be stuck in an ancient tomb with you.”
Robbie kissed Aten on the lips. The Egyptian kissed Robbie and backed his lover against the pharaoh’s sarcophagus. Robbie pulled Aten’s tunic over his head and kissed his husband’s neck. Aten’s hand touched Robbie’s bare chest and wrapped around Robbie to touch Robbie’s buttocks.
The Caucasian teen kissed Aten’s chest lightly, occasionally kissing the scar from Aten’s many heart operations.  Robbie’s lips kissed Aten’s right nipple making the Egyptian moan quietly in the darkness of the room.  
Aten helped Robbie sit on top of the sarcophagus and stood between his lover’s legs.  Robbie’s walking stick fell from his hand. The Egyptian with white and blond hair kissed his lover hungrily.  
Robbie wrapped his legs around his lover as Aten’s hand touched him between his legs lightly. The teen moaned as his skin tingled under his lover’s hand. Aten kissed Robbie’s neck and laid his lover backward on the stone.  
The Egyptian’s lips kissed down Robbie’s body until he came to Robbie’s arousal. Robbie gasped as he felt Aten swallow around his manhood.  Robbie slowly thrust into his lover’s warmth as a bead of sweat coursed down his neck.  
Aten’s hand wandered from Robbie’s stomach to his chest. Robbie took Aten’s hand and kissed each of his fingers. He closed his eyes as he felt Aten release him and kiss his inner thighs.
Robbie whimpered as his body thrust into the air slowly, aching for the lost intimacy. Aten heard Robbie’s quick breathing in the darkness. He kissed Robbie’s arousal again in the dark.  The Egyptian grinned as he heard Robbie’s breathing accompany quiet pleas.
Aten grinned as he felt Robbie’s rigid flesh in his hand.  “Do you want me?”
Robbie arched his back on the stone as he continued to thrust into Aten’s hand.  The Egyptian closed his eyes as he felt Robbie caress his white and blond hair. “I love you, Robbie.”
“Same here, Aten,” Robbie heaved. “I never thought we ....would do this ....in a tomb.”
Aten chuckled. “There’s a first time for everything, I guess.”
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Little Bakura stood at the front of his prison holding onto the metal bars.  “Hello?” the little boy called. “Is anybody there?” Little Bakura sniffled as he looked at the open arch before his prison. “I’m hungry! Hello?” The boy tried to shake the metal bars as he sniffled. The child crumbled to his knees before the bars and lowered his head. “I’m hungry. Somebody help. Please?”
The silent onlooker watched the other child kneel before the bars.  Little Marik swallowed as his eyes scanned the darkness of the tomb around him.  The little boy cautiously walked through the archway into the room with two prison cells.
“Bakura?”
Little Bakura raised his head and rubbed his teary eye. “Ishtar?”
Little Marik crept into the room. “My father fell asleep. I came to see how you were doing.”
The prisoner stood and looked up into the eyes of the older boy. “Get me out of here, Marik. Please?”
“I don’t know if I can,” the Noble boy said. “My father would whip me horrible if I let you go.”
Little Bakura gripped the bars tightly. “Marik, I’m hungry and scared and I want to leave.”
The young Ishtar sighed. “My father and the older me are getting ready to attack the palace.  You might be safer in there.”
“I don’t want to be here anymore!” Little Bakura growled. “I want out right now!”
Little Marik tensed and put out his hands to calm the other boy. “Not so loud! They’ll hear you!”
“Marik, get me out of here and I’ll get you something nice someday! I don’t know what right now, but I’ll do anything to get out of here.”
Little Marik scratched his head. “I’ll have to find the keys.”
“Get them, Marik.”
Little Marik looked up at the lock. “I think my older self has them.”
The boy felt a hand grab his hair in a tight vice grip. “What about me?”
The young Bakura gasped and backed away quickly from the bars. The bare-footed child watched as the elder Marik turned his younger self around. “What exactly are you doing in here, my little naughty self?”
Little Marik swallowed nervously. “I...I was just...coming to make sure he was still here.”
Marik grinned. “He’s not going anywhere, my boy. I suggest you not affiliate yourself with his kind. His type are nothing by trouble and traitors to the pharaoh."
Little Bakura grabbed his tattered skirt and twisted it nervously in his hand. “What’s a traitor?”
“Traitors are very bad people, Bakura,” the older Marik said. “They are expendable creatures.”
“Espen-able?”
The older Marik looked at the child in the prison cell. “It means...you are better off dead.”
Little Marik watched Little Bakura lower his head somberly. “Bakura....”
Little Bakura sat against the wall of the prison sadly. The boy lowered his head and cried into his hands.
The older Marik grabbed his younger counterpart’s wrist. “Come near here again and I will break it.”
“But, you will feel it.”
The older Marik grinned. “I can take the pain. We will feel more pain that just a broken bone in our lives. I can just reset the bone. You, on the other hand, will suffer without treatment.”
Malik stepped into the room. “We destroyed the sacred tablets. A selected few were remained intact. Nobody will be able to summon their monsters to fight against us.”
The yami grinned. “Excellent job, my sex-kitten. Soon you and I will be pharaoh.”
Malik looked at his yami’s younger self. “What are you doing away from your scholarly texts?”
The younger Marik rubbed his eyes. “I’ve been studying my texts for days without rest. My eyes have not left the scrolls.”
Yami Marik glared at his younger self. “You will study until your eyes fall from your sockets! I will have you educated!  You will not stray from the path of your destiny!”
“But I’m tired and cold!” Little Marik protested. “I need rest!”
Marik grabbed the prison keys from his pants pocket and unlocked the door to the cell. He opened the door and threw his younger self into the cell.  Yami Marik slammed the cell’s door loudly. “Now you can get rest.” Yami Marik locked the door.  “We’ll bring my younger self to the castle when we have taken the pharaoh as our prisoner."
“What about the younger Bakura and the baby?"
Yami Marik shrugged casually. “If the younger Bakura starves, his older self will no longer be a threat."
“Why not kill him now and be done with it?"
The yami grinned. “It’s more fun to hear him beg for food."
Malik stepped behind Yami Marik and put his arm around his yami from behind. “You are so sexy,” Malik purred.
Marik placed the keys in his pocket and turned to his hikari. “Don’t you forget that, hikari.” Yami Marik kissed his husband hungrily. “It’s time for us to gather our forces and plan our strategy.”
The younger Marik watched his older self and Malik leave the room. Little Marik rose to his feet and brushed the sand from his long, white gown.  He turned to the crying little boy against the wall. “‘Kura?”
“My daddy didn’t want me! My mommy couldn’t keep me! The kids in the street beat me up! Nobody wants me! Why?”
Little Marik slowly approached Little Bakura and kneeled in front of him. Little Marik put a gentle hand on Little Bakura’s shoulder. “That’s not true.”
Little Bakura raised his head. “Why not?”
“Because you’re my friend.”
Little Bakura sniffled. “Really?”
Little Marik sat beside his friend and put a supportive hand around his friend’s shoulder. “Right.”
Little Bakura rubbed his eyes and turned to hug Little Marik. The seven-year-old Marik looked at the locked door of the jail cell. “Now how are we going to get out?”