Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Yami Virus ❯ Dual Pleasures ( Chapter 12 )

I'm doing two updates today!

WARNING: MARIK X BAKURA LEMON!!! MALIK X RYOU X MARIK LEMON! YAOI! MALE & MALE SEX WITHIN!

Jade: I know…I needed lemons by now.

star: I don't mind your questions…and no question is stupid. Yami always wants to get his way, but I'll stop him. Canadians are a little stricter, I think, but if I have my wife with me, then all should be well.

Dragon Tears: No blood shed here.

Liann: I made up the last name Itemri. I thought it meant "I love you" in Arabic. It's not the case.

Terra: mmmm…comfort.

Lady Elfskye: My wife and I are going to Philadelphia! I hope you enjoy your vacation too. We both deserve it.

jupitor knight: *hands box of tissues* you may need this for later…or this chappie.

Shadow of Light: 2 yamis die. Isis does have something that will help, but it was mentioned towards the end of the last story. Aria is Bakura's twin for all purposes. She's a feminine version of him.

Maruken: She and Aten can catch the virus. But, they won't get it as bad because they are half yami, not full yami. Ryou was mortal, so that part of Ryou's DNA saves them.

Valea: I thought the Steven part was interesting. I wonder what sparked that, but my boys aren't telling me.

Broken Time: Aria is part yami.

Crazy Kins: Yeah, I went worse than Aten. When your own family tells you that you are better off dead to the world, then yeah…oh well. I still love Aten anyway.

Dual Pleasures

Bakura lifted his head. He looked at his former lover with pleading eyes. "I really need you, Ishtar."

Marik leaned in to Bakura and pressed his lips to the white-haired yami's dry lips. "Itemri…I need you."

Marik pressed his lips to Bakura and moaned into the kiss. Bakura felt the blond's hands grip his shoulders and run down his chest, pressing against the shirt.

Bakura's tongue gained entrance to Marik's warm cavern. Bakura's arm rose to stroke the blond hair of his former lover.

The fingers curled into the hair and lightly rubbed the scalp.

The white-haired yami broke the kiss for a moment and rolled over on his back. Marik moved around and covered his lover's body with his own. Marik grinned down at the submissive yami.

"Bakura, I can't even remember the last time you submitted to me like this. Why?"

Bakura cupped Marik's face in his hands. "Because I need you, Marik. No more questions."

Marik pressed his lips to Bakura's neck, rolling tongue against Bakura's pulsing vein. Bakura held him close as he felt Marik settle himself between Bakura's legs and rub against him.

"Gods, Ishtar……so good."

A sudden snarl came from Marik and he bit down on the side of Bakura's neck. The white-haired yami whimpered as Marik's hips pressed against him and Marik put his full weight on him.

Marik pulled back and licked at the mark he left on Bakura's neck.

Bakura took Marik's shirt and lifted it over his head. Bakura ran his hands over Marik's warm skin and stroked the tanned skin with a grin.

"I remember the first time we made love."

Marik grinned. "We escaped Yami's guards…barely."

Bakura supported himself on one elbow and took one of Marik's nipples between his lips, , sucking and licking at the tiny fleshy bud.

Marik straddled Bakura's hips and used his hands to unbutton and remove Bakura's shirt.

"Itemri….baby. Incredible…"

Bakura's other hand moved between Marik's legs, rubbing the growing arousal through the material.

"I can't wait to touch you, Marik. It's been so long for us!"

Bakura's chocolate brown eyes darkened with desire. He started grinding up into the body above his groin. Their eyes locked as Bakura gave a gentle nip on the area above the nipple.

Marik sucked in air through clenched teeth and sighed with the pleasure he received with the pain.

Marik pulled back and removed Bakura's pants. Marik removed his own and Bakura gave a grin.

"Come here, you," Bakura smiled, his grin widening at the sight of his naked lover.

Bakura pat his chest and Marik raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure?"

"Marik, please."

Marik straddled Bakura's chest and shivered as he felt Bakura's tongue touch the head of his manhood. The blond was careful not to place his weight on his lover's chest. He reached behind him and stroked his lover's length with his long, tan fingers.

Bakura's hand grabbed onto Marik's arousal and stroked it as his tongue plunged into the orifice, greedy to taste his lover's essence, but to his surprise, there was none.

'It's not like Marik to be this….dry. He should be a little harder than this. Is it me?'

Bakura ignored his musings and continued to pleasure Marik's length with his moist tongue.

Marik's eyes rolled back in bliss as Bakura licked the underside of his manhood, the vein twitching with the fleshy contact.

A gasp escaped him as Bakura took his entire length into his moist cavern, licking and sucking on the still-limp organ.

Marik wasn't becoming aroused.

The white-haired boy deep-throated his lover and created a pleasurable vacuum around him.

Bakura could feel tension pooling in his hips as Marik stroked him harder.

Bakura pulled back from Marik's length. "What's the matter, Ishtar? Aren't you enjoying this?"

"My moaning and whimpering isn't good enough for you?"

"No, it's just that….you're not becoming hard. You should have come for me at least three times by now!"

Marik looked down at his sex and touched it. It was still limp as if nothing was happening.

Marik started stroking himself. "You're right, Itemri." A look of fear flooded Marik's face. "I can't get erect??????! Wait! NO! Not my manhood!"

Bakura stroked Marik's face. "It's okay, Ishtar. Let's try this. I know we have no lube, but this will have to do."

Bakura took Marik into his mouth again and Bakura stroked himself, moaning around Marik's organ. Marik could fell Bakura's body start to shake as his body thrust up against his own grip.

Bakura's fingers soon became coated with the first signs of his orgasm. He covered his fingers with his own body fluids and pressed one digit into Marik's entrance.

The white-haired yami moaned as he felt the warm tightness of his lover stretch unwillingly.

"Itemri…." Marik moaned as he felt his lover swallow around him and insert another wet finger into him.

Both yamis squirmed from the contact with each other's naked bodies, their staggered breathing turned into gasps.

Marik leaned back to stroke his lover again. Marik moved back into the digits which buried themselves deeper into his body.

Marik moved back and suppressed a scream as the fingers brushed his prostate. "Do that again, Itemri…"

Bakura circled around the prostate and hit it dead on with the fingertips. He felt a tiny drop of salty moisture slip from Marik's length as he continued to enjoy his lover's body.

Marik looked down as he felt tension in his hip.

Bakura released Marik from his lips and the blond yami moved between Bakura's legs.

"That's never happened before, Marik."

Marik looked worried as he let out a dry cough. "Well, Bakura?"

"At least we have each other this time, Ishtar. I won't die in some cold dungeon cell, naked, bloody, and covered in someone else's bodily fluids."

Marik ran his fingers through the white, spiky hair. "I won't have to die in the desert this time. I won't have to leave you again, Itemri. I never want to leave you again."

Marik positioned himself at Bakura's entrance and pressed into the other yami's body.

Bakura's breathing hastened as Marik entered slowly. "Just do it, Ishtar. It may hurt, but at least it will only be temporary and quick."

Marik bit his lip, slamming his length into Bakura's dry body. Bakura bit into Marik's shoulder to muffle his cries of pain.

Marik cradled Bakura's head in his hand. "I'm sorry, Bakura. I'm so sorry, baby!"

Bakura buried his face in Marik's neck. "I love you, Marik. Just…just give me a second."

Marik rested inside Bakura's body, giving him the opportunity to prepare himself.

Bakura shivered at the sensation of being taken without lube. There was nothing available in the archives. He was surprised Marik didn't have any on him. He must have forgotten.

Bakura and Marik became locked in another deep kiss. Marik started to move slowly and gently inside his lover's body.

Bakura moaned and whimpered as the penetrations became gradually less painful.

Bakura rested his head on the ground as he looked up into the purple eyes above him. "You know, Ishtar, I can't remember the last time we made love like this."

"Yeah, usually one of us is pounding the other into the ground by now."

Bakura wiped away one of his tears. "We should have made love more often, Marik."

Marik moaned as his body thrust deeper into his lover. "We should, Bakura. Our way of making love has always been rough. That's just the way it is with us."

"I know," Bakura smiled. "I always enjoy making love to you….rough or not."

The white-haired yami twitched as Marik hit his prostate. "Marik! Gods! Harder!"

Marik took Bakura's wrists and pinned him as he slammed into him. Bakura let out a whimper. "You love this. Don't you, Itemri?"

Bakura's tears fell down his cheeks. "Yes…gods, yes!"

Bakura's body jerked violently as Marik slammed into him harder. A growl came from Bakura, sending Marik into an equally vicious snarl.

Marik reached and pulled Bakura's right leg onto his shoulders and slammed into him, hitting his prostate with more precision.

Bakura arched his back as Marik grabbed his manhood.

"Come for me, Marik!" Bakura growled. "Damn it, Ishtar!"

Marik lifted Bakura's other leg onto his shoulders and grabbed his hips. He slammed into Bakura, sending his release into Bakura's growling body.

"On your back, Marik," Bakura snarled as he pushed Marik on the ground.

Bakura situated himself between Marik's legs and slammed himself into Marik's entrance.

Bakura leaned over and pinned Marik's wrists to the ground and slammed relentlessly into Marik's body.

"Take me, Itemri! Come for me, Itemri! That's it! Come on, Bakura!"

Marik's body shuddered as Bakura pounded him.

Bakura leaned over and bit on the front of Marik's neck, screaming into the skin as his body spilled its essence into Marik.

Bakura collapsed on Marik, kissing the mark he made on the skin.

"Sorry, Ishtar, I got carried away."

Marik kissed Bakura's cheek. "So did I." Marik wrapped his arms around Bakura and held him close.

The two yamis embraced on the floor of the Archives, too afraid to leave the embrace of the other.

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Ryou turned the page of his book. He had his head on Malik's lap and was reading his book. They heard Aten's door open and the pitter-patter of his little feet run to the bathroom.

Ryou snickered. "He sounds so cute when he runs like that."

Malik laughed. "Yes, he does. I never expected to ever live with kids in the house, though. I always thought that it would be only Marik and I. In speaking of Marik……I wonder where the hell he disappeared to."

Ryou looked at the clock. "I don't expect them to come home for a while yet. We'll be lucky if we see them by sunrise. Remember how they used to stay out all night?"

Malik sighed as he ran his hands through Ryou's hair. "How could I forget? At least I don't have to explain anything to the police anymore about Marik's 'nocturnal behaviors.'"

Ryou put his book down. "I was running out of excuses for Bakura."

The toilet flushed upstairs and the door opened.

"Honey, are you okay?"

"Yes, mommy, I had to use the potty!" the little boy screamed from upstairs.

Ryou and Malik snickered. "Okay, baby boy, go back to bed."

The pitter-patter continued into Aten's room and the boy closed the door.

Ryou looked over at the clock. It was almost midnight. "At least Marik doesn't have to go to work tomorrow. Aten's operation is tomorrow."

"Where about Aria?"

Ryou sighed. "I already talked to Aten's teacher. She said that she'll understand if Aria's a little inattentive tomorrow. Aria is very worried about her brother."

Malik bit his lip. "I'm nervous. I hope everything goes okay."

Ryou sat up and put his head on Malik's shoulder. "I don't know if I can sleep tonight. I'm afraid. What if Aten doesn't make it out of the operation? I know they're just putting in a pacemaker, but still…."

"What about someone picking up Aria after school?"

"Miranda said she would pick Aria up before and after school."

Malik raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't she feel more comfortable at Seto's place?"

Ryou giggled. "Seto and Joey just discovered Hayden is just beginning to go through puberty. His voice is cracking horribly, Joey said. Miranda can take care of Aria for a couple of hours until we bring Aten home."

Malik looked up at the ceiling. "I wonder what our two are going to be like when they hit that stage."

Ryou rolled his eyes. "The minute Aria begins, I have a feeling Bakura's going out to buy an iron chastity belt for Aria and a shiny new dagger."

Malik laughed. "Marik told me he's going to invest in a shovel to bury the body of anyone who comes after Aten."

Ryou shook his head. "We're in trouble with Aria, though. She's feisty, thin, long hair, brown eyes, and she is stubborn like her father."

"What about Aten?"

Ryou turned his head slightly away from Malik to hide his tears. "I'm not sure. He may not live long enough."

Malik turned Ryou's face so he could look at Ryou's eyes. "You know what, Ryou? Aten is going to be okay. We'll all be okay. Aten and Aria are growing up knowing that they are loved. That's more than most kids have." Malik stroked Ryou's cheek. "As long as they know they are loved, they can come to us about anything."

Ryou's eyes looked over, avoiding Malik's gaze. "Malik? Do you….do you love me?"

Malik smiled and leaned into Ryou. Purple and brown eyes locked in a deep exploration into the other's emotions.

"Yes, I do, Ryou. How could I not love someone so beautiful?"

Ryou's hand moved to Malik's chest. "Malik…."

Ryou leaned in and pressed his lips against the blond hikari's. Malik's hand slithered up Ryou's shirt and began to tease one of Ryou's nipples to hardness. Ryou moaned as his arm wrapped around Malik's head, running his fingers through the blond strands.

Ryou reached down and removed his shirt. Malik removed his shirt and wrapped his arm around Ryou's back. He laid Ryou back on the couch and covered him with his own body.

Malik settled between Ryou's legs and moaned. The blond kissed down Ryou's neck and took his time licking Ryou's collarbone. Malik grinned as he traced the bone with his tongue and heard Ryou writhe beneath him.

He kissed Ryou's own pacemaker scar and took one of the white-haired hikari's nipples into his mouth.

Malik touched it gently with his tongue, letting the moisture wet the sensitive flesh. He licked around it, making Ryou whine in protest. Malik took the bud into his mouth and suckled at the fleshy bud.

"Mmmm…Malik."

Malik's hand drifted over Ryou's ribcage and started to fumble with the button on Ryou's jeans.

Ryou arched his back as he could feel Malik unbutton his jeans and pull down his zipper.

The blond pulled back, ridding Ryou of his jeans and underwear. He looked down at his friend, his white hair had become as long as it once was before his father cut it during his abduction. Ryou's hair had regained its length and a few inches more.

The white hair spread around the cushions and the pillows, it almost made a white halo around Ryou's head.

Malik leaned over and kissed Ryou's chest again, slowly descending to Ryou's belly button. Malik dipped his tongue into the depression and licked it.

He kissed lower to the first patch of black hair surrounding his manhood. He pressed his lips to the blanket of black curls and kissed it.

Ryou looked down, his fingers starting to bury themselves deep into Malik's hair.

It had been a long time since they had been together. After Malik's possession by Aku, Ryou would not go near Malik alone. He refused, always politely, to spend time alone with the other hikari.

Everytime Ryou had looked into Malik's eyes, he remembered when Malik tried to force himself on him. What hurt the most was how Malik mistreated Aten. Yes, he was under Aku's possession, but it never made the pain any less. It never made it easier.

In five years, this was only the second time he allowed Malik to touch him. The first time was two years ago when Bakura insisted he spend time with Malik. Ryou never denied Bakura, so he couldn't object.

He gasped as Malik took his arousal between his lips and almost swallowed him entirely.

Ryou moaned as a warm, moist heat surrounded him. "Malik, you feel so good."

Malik deep-throated Ryou, bringing tears to the hikari's eyes.

Malik reached under the couch and grabbed a bottle of lube that Marik always had hidden under the couch.

Ryou's eyes went wide. "How did that get under there?"

Malik pulled back. "You know my yami. It's like Seto. He hides his sex aids all around the house. "

"But…But…But…what if the kids got a hold of that?"

"They're not three years old anymore, Ryou. They know to leave this stuff alone when they see it."

Malik squeezed some on his fingers and licked up Ryou's hardening length. Ryou arched his back and struggled for breath as he felt Malik slide a slippery finger into his body.

The hikari bucked his hips into the warmth above him as Malik slipped a second digit into his tight body.

He needed to make love to Malik tonight as his body surrendered to Malik's passionate desires. Ryou stroked the blond hair spread around his stomach. He let the blond strands fall against his skin as he ran his fingers through the hair.

The white-haired hikari whimpered as he felt Malik stretch his inner walls and brush his fingers against the inside of Ryou's body. A moan of pleasure came from Ryou as Malik brushed his prostate. Malik repeated the action and Ryou's eyes widened and his body suddenly clenched onto Malik tightly.

"Ryou? You okay?"

Ryou nodded quickly. "Yeah. I'm okay." Ryou groaned. "I would think that after six years that I wouldn't have to tense up every time someone makes love to me!"

"It's okay, Ryou. I'm not your father."

"I know you aren't, Malik, but when my father abducted me, he…he took me. When he did, he scarred me inside. Bakura notices it when he makes love to me. Every time he goes near it, it reminds me of everything I did to keep my son safe from him." Ryou sighed. "I just…I had to let you know."

Malik kissed the scar on Ryou's belly. "I'm sorry, Ryou. I didn't know he injured you there, too. I'll try to avoid it."

Malik moved his digits over slightly away from the internal scar tissue. Ryou moaned as Malik's digits brushed his prostate again.

Malik's tongue traced around Ryou's sensitive length and licked up the weeping slit.

"Malik…I want you, please. I need to feel you inside me."

Malik coated his arousal with the lube and positioned himself at Ryou's entrance. He leaned over, stopping just short of Ryou's lips.

"I love you, Ryou," he whispered.

Malik pressed his lips gently onto Ryou as he stretched Ryou's body with his arousal. Ryou wrapped his arms around Malik's neck as Malik buried himself into his body.

Ryou's body quaked at the sensation of his friend's body inside of him. Malik stroked Ryou's hair until his body became more relaxed.

Malik's body shivered with the feeling of Ryou's warmth surrounding him. It had been six or seven years since Malik had taken Ryou. When the two couples made love as a foursome, Marik or Bakura always took Malik.

"Ryou, I missed you so much! Gods, I missed you!"

Ryou looked up into the purple eyes that reminded him of Marik. "Malik, I….I missed you, too."

"I thought you didn't love me anymore, Ryou," Malik said with tears running down his face. "I thought you hated me."

Ryou shook his head and stroked Malik's face. "I never hated you, Malik."

"Even when I took Aten and--."

Ryou covered Malik's lips with his finger. "Let's not talk about it, okay? I'm…I don't want to think about it."

Malik bit his lip and rested his head on Ryou's chest. "Okay, Ryou."

Malik slowly pulled out of Ryou and slid carefully back inside. Ryou and Malik let out a contented sigh as their bodies moved against each other. Ryou moved his hips up as Malik buried himself deeper each time into his body.

The white-haired hikari closed his eyes as waves of pleasure crashed through his body. Tension slowly built up in his hips as he gripped onto Malik.

"Take me, Malik. Please."

Malik leaned down, pressing his lips to Ryou as he slammed into Ryou's prostate. Ryou whimpered as his body shuddered with his impending orgasm. Malik placed Ryou's right leg on his shoulder and slammed into him again, still kissing his friend deeply.

The slam of two car doors outside did not stop their lovemaking. Bakura and Marik walked in casually.

Bakura looked over. "Oh, hi, Ryou. See you upstairs." Bakura limped up the stairs.

"O….kay…..harder, Malik."

Marik closed the door and stood gawking at the two boys making love on the couch, his light pounding into Ryou's body. Marik grinned and stood beside the couch and grinned down at Ryou.

"Having fun?"

Ryou arched his back as Malik struck his prostate again.

Malik looked up at his yami. "Do you want to kiss him, yami?"

Marik kneeled beside the couch and leaned over. He could feel Ryou's rapid, warm breath on his face and he grinned. He looked into the brown pools below him and stroked Ryou's cheek sadly.

He loved Ryou as much as his own Light. What he had read tonight had made him realize that he could lose everyone he cared about….Malik…Ryou…and Bakura. His heart hurt thinking he could lose more than just his lovers. He could lose Aria…..and the son he adored.

He could lose them all.

Ryou's hand came up and cupped Marik's cheek. "Marik? What's wrong?"

Marik shook his head. "Nothing, Ryou. I love you." Marik leaned down and kissed Ryou deeply, his hand rubbing Ryou's chest and sliding down, rubbing his stomach.

Malik let out a whimper, watching his yami and Ryou kiss. Marik's hand drifted lower to Ryou's length and started stroking Ryou.

Ryou almost screamed into Marik as he was hit with dual pleasures.

Malik released Ryou's legs as the blond-haired yami kissed down Ryou's creamy, white skin. Malik stopped plunging into Ryou's warm depths when he pulled Ryou closer to him. The white-haired hikari's hips rested slightly on Malik as Marik kissed down to Ryou's length.

Malik held himself still inside Ryou as Marik engulfed Ryou's arousal.

Ryou arched his back and gripped the couch. "Oh…..dear……..gods!"

Ryou felt Malik's hardness throb inside of him as Marik pleasured him. Ryou could feel Malik's release as his body remained buried inside of him.

Marik licked up the length and looked at Ryou. Ryou's body was twitching with the need for release. The hikari looked down at the couple by his hips, one inside of him while the other gave a playful little lick at the head of his manhood. He was waiting for the words he needed to hear.

"Come for us, baby," Marik whispered as he felt Ryou clench his teeth and his body quake uncontrollably.

Ryou arched his back as Marik absorbed him again. Ryou screamed his release down the yami's throat.

Malik felt Ryou's body close in on him further and he moaned his release into Ryou.

Marik pulled back and Malik collapsed on Ryou. The yami went to Ryou's lips and kissed him, sharing his body's essence with him.

Malik panted as he kissed Ryou's chest.

Ryou smiled when Marik pulled back. "Malik, you okay?"

Malik leaned up and kissed Ryou. "I love you, Ryou," the blond hikari sobbed. "I missed you so much! I needed you so badly!"

Ryou kissed Malik's cheek. "I missed you, too, Malik. Very much."

"Marik, can you be a sweetheart and go get my heart medication? I always forget to take it before making love."

The yami kissed Ryou again. He ran upstairs and found Bakura cleaning himself. Marik grabbed a heart pill for Ryou and checked on Bakura.

"Itemri, how are you holding up?"

"Other than hearing that you, me, the kids, and our Lights may die, I'm ginger-fucking peachy."

Marik raised an eyebrow. "Bakura, that was unnecessary."

"Fuck you, Ishtar!" Bakura growled with venom in his voice.

Marik snarled, pushing Bakura back violently. "You know what, I'm going to stop being concerned for you! You do nothing but bitch when I ask if you are okay! So you know what? Fuck you, Itemri! I'm tired of looking out for your sorry ass!"

Bakura's hair spiked. "You know what, Ishtar? If it wasn't for me, you would have been caught by Yami's guards back in Egypt! You would have been Yami's bitch for two years like I was! Let's go over to the Game Shop right now and let's see how you like Yami pounding into your ass like a fucking jack-hammer! Because that's how I lived for two years!"

"Tough shit, Bakura! I'm sick of hearing your whining! 'Yami raped me..'…'I was starved to death'…..'Anubis beat me with a whip while I was naked.' Boo-fucking-who, Itemri!"

Aten and Aria came out of their rooms slowly. Aria rubbed her eyes tiredly as she stood in her nightgown. Aten watched his father hair spike. Both men growled at each other.

"Daddy? Why are you angry at Daddy Marik?" Aria asked.

Aten whimpered, running behind his sister.

Ryou and Malik ran up the steps. "Children, go back to bed."

Aten stared wide-eyed at the snarling yamis. Ryou took Aten's hand.

"Come back to bed, baby."

Malik took Aria to her bed. "Go back to sleep, baby girl."

"What's going on?"

"Marik and your daddy are just having a little disagreement."

Egyptian curses and insults flew between the two yamis in the hallway. Aten cringed in his bed, clutching onto his large stuffed gorilla for comfort.

"Aten, baby, go back to sleep."

"But daddy and Daddy Bakura are fighting."

They heard something fall down the steps.

Ryou kissed his forehead. "We'll take care of it, baby. Just go to sleep."

Ryou and Malik shut the doors to the children's rooms and they found the two yamis gone. The hikari's ran down the stairs to find Bakura pinning Marik to the floor. They had their teeth buried in each other's shoulders.

Malik grabbed Bakura's hair. Ryou grabbed Bakura's wrist.

"Bakura, let Marik go. Now!" Ryou commanded.

"Bakura, let my yami go!" Malik pleaded.

Bakura's body shuddered and he blinked. He looked around and felt Marik's teeth sunk into his shoulder.

He released Marik and lifted his head. "Where….am I?"

Bakura pulled back and Marik shuddered.

Marik looked around at the three hovering above him. "What? Where….am I?"

"You're home," Ryou said.
Malik helped Marik onto his feet. "You came home and…made love to Ryou with me…and then you went upstairs to get Ryou's medicine."

Bakura looked to see Ryou limping up the stairs. "Ryou?"

Ryou stopped, panting heavily as he climbed the stairs. "Need..my…medicine."

Bakura ran to Ryou and helped him up the stairs. "Ryou, tell me what happened."

"You...came upstairs…Marik went upstairs and I saw you both standing in the hallway. The children were watching you fight."

Bakura stopped. "Aria saw me fighting with Marik?"

Ryou walked to his medicine drawer and grabbed his medicine bottle. His hands trembled as he held the bottle.

"Ryou, I don't remember the fight."

Ryou took a pill and laid on his back. "You don't remember? Bakura, you scared Aten to death."

Bakura bit his lip. "I have to apologize."

"Aten needs his sleep, Bakura. Tomorrow he gets his pacemaker implanted. He needs to sleep."

Bakura shook his head. "I really should check on them both. Be right back."

Bakura checked on Aria. Aria had fallen asleep quickly. Her batwing spikes stuck out from under the covers. Her little body twitched with sleep. Bakura kissed her forehead and she sighed.

"Love you, daddy."

Bakura opened Aten's door and found the boy curled up in the fetal position, his eyes opened wide. His body shivered as he looked at Bakura with horror in his eyes.

"Dad…Daddy Bak….Baku…p-please…d-d-d-don't…tum in."

"Aten, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at your daddy."

Aten curled up tighter and clutched his toy monkey to his chest.

Aten whimpered as Bakura stepped by the bed. "No….I'm otay….Imshi….fadhlak?" (Arabic..Imshi=Go Away. Fadhlak=Please)

Bakura sighed and closed the door behind him. Bakura walked back to his bed and curled up behind Ryou. "Aten wouldn't listen to me."

"Sweetheart, he's very sensitive. Besides……he heard my father yelling when he abducted us five years ago. He's afraid of people screaming angrily."

Ryou and Bakura heard the sound of Aten's toy monkey clanging its cymbals in Aten's room.

Marik walked into Ryou and Bakura's room and stood over the bed.

"Itemri…"

"Ishtar…"

Marik's eyes filled with tears. "Ana asif." (Arabic phrase for 'I'm sorry.') "I never meant what I said, Bakura."

Bakura stood up and moved beside the bed where Marik stood. Brown and purple yami eyes locked sadly.

"I never meant what I said, Bakura. I never…I never meant to hurt you." Marik took Bakura's hand and placed it over his heart. "Please forgive me."

Bakura lowered his head, a chocking sob coming from the white-haired yami. His shoulders dropped and his entire body shook. Marik reached out and brought the sobbing yami into his arms.

"You have no idea what it was like living under Yami's fist, Ishtar," Bakura sobbed. "You couldn't imagine what it was like day after day in that prison cell…no food…no water…beatings. You could never imagine….and I wouldn't wish that type of torture on you, Marik."

Marik stroked Bakura's hair. "I'm sorry, Bakura. I know you didn't mean what you said to me."

"I didn't…gods, Ishtar, I didn't!"

Malik stood in the doorway and walked up to Bakura, stroking the yami's white hair. "Don't cry, Bakura. It's okay. You're not feeling well. You just need some sleep."

Marik and Malik helped Bakura to his side of the bed and laid him down beside his husband. Ryou turned over and brought Bakura into his arms.

Bakura's cries had died down to whimpers as the Ishtars left. Ryou kissed Bakura's forehead as he watched his husband fall into a deep sleep in his arms.