Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ You Can't Destroy Evil ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

You Can't Destroy Evil

by Dragondreamer, Yami Dragon and MJ Evildoer

Disclaimer: We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If we did, Bakura would be sitting in MJ's lap the whole time she was writing.

Warning: This story contains shouenen-ai (guy/guy relationships) and yaoi (guys having sex with guys). It also contains coarse language and violence. If you don't like it, or become offended by such things, it's your own fault if you read any further.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS YAOI!!! AS IN GUYS HAVING SEX WITH OTHER GUYS!!! IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT SORT OF THING, THEN TO HELL WITH YOU!!! GO READ SOMETHING ELSE…LIKE DR. SEUSS OR SOMETHING!!!

Note: /…/ Bakura's thoughts and mind link to Ryou

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Joey & Tristan: SeQUEL! SeQUEL! SeQUEL!

YD: I don't know what you guys are so excited for, you're not even in this one!

Yami: I think that's the point Dragon.

Seto: *smirks* So, I'm going to pay, am I? *insert sarcastic tone*

MJ: *puts her arms around Seto's waist and hisses in his ear* Let's have a little fun Kaiba.

Seto: *sweatdrop* Umm…someone…a little help here?

MJ: *licks his ear* I love the taste of fear.

DD: MJ, don't freak him out too bad. We need his for the fic.

MJ: *pouts*

YD: Don't worry MJ, you'll get to have your fun

MJ: *smiles at YD* Well, if I don't, I know where you live!

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Prologue

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Domino City. Gods, how she hated it!

It had been three years, but nothing had changed. Except her. MJ brushed a strand of black hair out of her eyes and smiled. There was no chance of anyone recognizing her. The once short, wavy auburn hair was now long, black and pin straight. She had gotten tinted contacts to make her hazel eyes a startling violet color, and not even Bakura would expect the demur, conservative clothes and soft smile she had perfected.

She had gone from looking like on of hell's denizens to a housewife on a TV commercial. She laughed. A perfect façade for the perfect plan.

Her eyes focused on the tallest building, towering over the city, a structure of glass and metal. Kaiba Corp. Her lip curled into a snarl. There stood the reason she had been on the run for the last three years.

It had taken her that long to come up with the perfect revenge; in between dodging her enemy's hounds. Her hatred of the weakling had turned into hatred for the man who owned that building. It was all his fault.

She'd have her revenge. She'd get Bakura back and they'd all pay.

Especially Seto Kaiba. Oh yes. Seto Kaiba was going to pay.

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"Sir! We weren't expecting you so soon!"

Bakura pushed past the butler with growl. /Fool! Why in the name of Ra does Seto keep this pompous idiot around? He's worse than the fucking Pharaoh!/

Collins looked down his nose at the former tomb robber. "Master Ryou is in the gardens."

Bakura didn't even break stride, heading for the kitchen; the one room in this overgrown museum where he felt comfortable.

Reaching his goal, he stopped in the doorway and smiled. Rose, the cook, was standing at the sink, peeling vegetables. Most of Seto's servants might be egotistical morons, but Bakura had a soft spot for the motherly, middle-aged woman. She had always treated both him and Ryou well, scolding and loving them as if they were her own children. Even Seto wasn't immune to it. He chuckled, thinking of the dressing down she had given him just last week for working too hard. Seto had stood like a shamed eight year old, blushing and apologizing.

Rose turned at the sound of his laughter. "Bakura! You're early!"

"I know." The white-haired spirit rolled his eyes. "Collins told me."

"Oh that man! Just ignore him Bakura. He gets a little above his station sometimes."

"Sometimes?"

Rose chuckled. "Ryou came in from outside a little while ago. I'm not sure where he is now. Probably with Master Kaiba."

Bakura walked over to the woman with a smirk on his lips. He wrapped his arms around her ample waist and kissed her cheek. "What makes you think I came to see either of them?"

"Oh, go on with you!" Rose smacked at him. "Check Master Kaiba's office."

"Thank you my desert rose." Bakura kissed her again, laughing at her blush.

Still chuckling, he left the kitchen and headed to the second floor.

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/I'm going to get lost. Again./

Bakura walked through the halls of the second floor, grumbling to himself. He still couldn't figure out why Seto would live in such a huge house.

/Damn! I am lost./

A door to his right was open. Bakura stuck his head in and sighed with relief. Mokuba's room. He would be able to find his way from here. He continued on, counting doors as he went.

/Ten, eleven…here we are…Seto's office./

Without bothering to knock, he opened the door and began to walk in. Something tangled itself around his foot. He reached down and picked it up. A white silk dress shirt. From the size of it, it could only be Seto's.

Bakura frowned and stepped further into the office. His eyes widened. There were clothes scattered around the room. A low moan caught his attention and he looked towards the desk.

/Oh shit./ The shirt slipped from his fingers as his whole body went numb.

Seto was sitting in his desk chair, Ryou in his lap.

Bakura stared at his hikari, spellbound. Ryou was leaning back, balancing on his hands on Seto's knees, his long white hair flowing over his bare back. His eyes were squeezed shut as he whimpered with pleasure.

Seto wrapped his arms around his lover to keep him from falling as Ryou threw his head back.

"Please…oh gods! Please!!"

"Not yet angel."

"Seto…I need it…"

/Oh Ra. I should leave./ But he didn't. He couldn't take his eyes off his light.

"Such impatience." Seto laughed.

Ryou's eyes snapped open and he struck the brunette in the chest weakly. "Don't be an ass."

Seto laughed again as he stood, moving them over to the desk, their bodies still joined. He lay Ryou down on the polished mahogany surface and immediately began to thrust into him. Ryou's hair spilled over the edge of the desk as he thrashed, moaning.

Bakura suppressed a shudder. He had to leave, this wasn't right. He stood, rooted to the spot.

"Oh angel…so beautiful…" Seto leaned forward and captured Ryou's lips in a deep kiss, giving Bakura an unhindered view of his long, lean body.

/This is so not right! I need to get the fuck out of here. NOW!/ But he couldn't. And now it was Seto he couldn't take his eyes off of.

Seto pulled away from Ryou's lips with a groan as he drove harder into the writhing body beneath him.

Bakura's breathing became ragged as he watched the lovers movements becoming more frantic. He was suddenly aware that his whole body was throbbing with need. The need to grab either one of the two and ravish him.

He started to turn to leave when he heard Seto speak again.

"That's it baby…"

His eyes went to Ryou. The look on his face was almost enough to make Bakura give in to his impulse. He watched as Ryou clutched Seto to him, his back arching as he shrieked, losing himself in his release. Seconds later, Seto let out a deep moan, his whole body shaking.

/Out. I have to get out./

Bakura slipped from the room, running through the hall. When he finally became short of breath, he opened a door at random, bolting in and locking it behind him.

He sagged against the wood, tears and sweat mingling to run down his face.

/Oh Ra, why?!/

He wanted them…both.

His love for his hikari had turned to something deeper shortly after that bitch had attacked him. He had realized just how easily he could have lost Ryou, and it had hurt. So much so that it came to him that he had always wanted him, even when he claimed to love him as a brother.

And Seto…he wasn't sure how he felt about Seto, but he'd give just about anything to be pinned down by those strong arms, to see those blue eyes looking at him filled with lust.

But the loved each other. Almost to the exclusion of everything else. There was no hope for him. He wouldn't do that to either of them.

/Why?/

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Bakura: Oh my Ra! What are you doing!

DD: WEEEEEE!!! Can we all say "Bakura angst"?

Bakura: Just keep that crazy woman away from me in this story, got it?

YD: No.

MJ: Say…anyone got a light?

YD: *tosses matches* Just don't set the curtains on fire this time.

MJ: *eyes Bakura* Why don't we heat things up a bit baby! *evil grin*

Bakura: *hauls MJ from the room* We'll be back!

Yami: Freak. Can't make up his mind.