Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ You Can't Destroy Evil ❯ Chapter1 ( Chapter 1 )

You Can't Destroy Evil

by Dragondreamer, Yami Dragon and MJ Evildoer

Disclaimer: We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If we did, Dragondreamer would have the whole main male cast tied to her bed!!

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, then you obviously have an extremely closed mind, so why are you reading this?

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS BOTH HOMOSEXUAL AND HETEROSEXUAL SCENES. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

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

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

<…> MJ's thoughts

(…) Mokuba's thoughts

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DD: Chapter two already!!

Tristan: *sees Bandit Keith come in the room* What the..!

Joey: You son of a…*grabs Keith by the throat*

Keith : *Shoves Joey away and pulls his knife* Hey back off Wheeler, I was invited.

MJ: *Evil grin* Don't I just love watching men fight.

YD: Put the knife away Keith! Bakura's drooling over it.

DD: He was invited…not by me, mind you.

Seto: Well, the IQ level in this room just dropped drastically.

Keith: Not a far drop considering who's here

MJ: *Smacks Keith upside the head* Don't try to match wits Keith, it's just sad to watch. *Smiles at DD* What Can I say, he has his uses

DD: Keep your mouth shut Keith, or I'll let Bakura have you.

Bakura: Can I keep the knife?

MJ: *Stares hard at Bakura* It comes with a price!

Bakura: *grins* I can pay baby!

YD: Oh get a room why don't you?

Keith: Hey! Stay away from my girl *starts towards Bakura*

MJ: *rolls her eyes and shoves his back against the wall* Oh shut up Keith!!

~*~*~*~*~

Chapter One

~*~*~*~*~

/I could have sworn I left one here./

Bakura took a stack of dishes out of the cupboard to check behind them. He spotted what he was looking for and grabbed it.

/Shit. Empty./

He tossed the empty bottle into the trash can. It landed with a smash, breaking the ones beneath it.

/Hmmm…I know I saw one around here somewhere./

He headed over to the china cabinet, opening the doors on the bottom.

/Ha! I knew Seto left it here the last time they were over for dinner./

Bakura took the half empty bottle of Crown Royal with him into the living room, sitting down on the couch. Opening the odd shaped container, he tipped it to his mouth and took a long swallow, gasping as the liquor hit his stomach like a hot coal.

He sat in the darkening room, drinking straight from the bottle and watching out the window as the streetlights came on. He lifted a hand to turn on the lamp and thought better of it. It felt better in the dark somehow. Hell, he was the dark. The dark to Ryou's light. A drunken giggle escaped him.

/Well, I guess I'm good and drunk if I can friggin' well giggle./

He stood, the empty bottle dropping from his hand, and staggered upstairs to his room. Ryou's room. It was still Ryou's room. It didn't matter that his light hadn't slept here in over a year.

He collapsed on the bed.

/It's been two weeks and I still can't get it out of my head. Ra! I keep seeing them together like that. Why won't it stop?! It's useless to be even thinking about it. About what it would be like to be Seto, having Ryou beneath me, moaning and begging. Shit! I've even been dreaming about it! Dreaming about Seto, with those incredible eyes of his boring into mine as he takes me./

Bakura sobbed into his pillow.

/I can't stand it! I can't make it go away. Not unless I drink myself stupid. Better than feeling it though. Doesn't matter. I should be happy for them both. Why the fuck am I wallowing in self pity? Simple answer to that idiot. You're in love with Ryou. And you're lusting after Seto. And you're drunk. Why in the name of Ra do I do this to myself?/

The answer to his question became clear as he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

~*~*~*~*~

"Okay baby, this is gonna be great!" Keith exclaimed. He looked up at MJ from where he was laying with his head in her lap. "You sure I can't watch this, I can stay outta sight if you want n' stuff like that!" He grinned excitedly. MJ stroked his hair and smiled.

"Keith, this has to be timed perfectly and I can't take any chances. I need you to do like we planned. If it all goes well everyone suffers in the end." Her smile grew larger, matching the insane light in her eyes. "I know you can do this for me, you want to make me happy don't you?" She purred in his ear, while she started to unbutton his shirt, letting her fingers dance lightly along his skin.

Keith shivered and sucked in his breath at her touch. "Sure baby, you know I'd do anything for you, especially knowing that bunch are gonna suffer. Kaiba needs to be taken down a peg or two, thinks he's so good…" He stopped, reached up and grabbed MJ around her neck and pulled her down so until their lips were almost touching. "You're something else you know that."

<This is way too easy!> MJ suppressed a giggle. It was pretty obvious that someone had been controlling his mind in the past, not that there was too much in his head to deal with anyway.

"So, have you found our little mark yet?" she licked his bottom lip teasingly.

"Sure, it's not like he made it really hard or nothing. I found him in a chat room under the name Little Blue Eyes, it was so obvious, you'd think the kid would have more brains than that."

<That's the pot calling the kettle black!>

"Excellent, I think my little plan can be put into action now." She started to get up but Keith grabbed her by the arm.

"Whoa, wait a minute…what about my reward?" MJ clenched her teeth and forced a smile on her face.

<I'd rather rip your heart out, you little waste of life.>

"You're right, such dedication deserves a fitting reward" She grabbed his shirt and roughly ripped it from him.

Keith grabbed her wrists and smiled. "So, you want to play, do ya?"

He quickly grasped both her wrists in one hand in a painful grip, and with the other pulled his switchblade and proceeded to cut off both her shirt and her bra. The point of the knife stinging as it punctured her skin. MJ moaned, the combination of the sudden pain and her blood on his knife was enough to make her wet and throbbing with need.

Encouraged, Keith continued to rip at her clothes with his knife until she was naked.

"Your turn." He laughed as he let her go and stood up before her.

Now on her hands and knees before him, MJ unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pulled them off, quickly followed by his shorts. Completely undressed Keith stood before her so that her mouth was level with his arousal. MJ glanced up at him with a teasing look and moved in close enough so that he could feel the heat of her breath.

"Oh yeah baby do it." He pleaded.

MJ laughed and stood up. "I don't think so." She smirked.

Keith's face clouded over with anger and he threw her against the wall, lifting her from her feet.

"Bitch" He snarled as he roughly thrust himself inside her.

MJ closed her eyes and felt him moving deep inside her, his rhythm increasing and his breath coming in pants. Recognizing that he was close to finishing she opened her eyes, grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head back.

"You even think about stopping now Keith and I swear I will skin you with your own blade!" She hissed into his ear.

Keith laughed and slowed his pace "you'd like that wouldn't you." She felt the coldness of the knife pressing against her neck. "Or maybe you'd like it if I made you bleed a little bit."

He drew the sharp point across her skin, cutting her deep enough to draw a line of blood that she felt trickle down between her breasts. Unable to hold back she could feel the tension inside her mounting as she started to thrust her hips, matching his increasing pace, her breathing ragged.

Keith moaned and slapped her across the face, the taste of blood from her cut lip enough to send her spiraling over the edge, with him following quickly after.

Slowing his breathing down Keith buried his face in her shoulder, still supporting her weight against the wall.

"Fuck baby, you are something else. I never met anyone like you before. Man we make a great team." With one last nip at her shoulder he pulled himself out and headed over to the bed, as always he would be asleep in seconds, a fact which MJ was grateful for. The very idea of pillow talk with Bandit Keith was enough to make her want to shoot herself.

She quickly headed into the bathroom and got into a nice hot shower, as if she could not wash away the traces of Keith from her body fast enough.

<He suits my purpose, but he will never be half the man Bakura is>

She leaned back against the shower wall and closed her eyes, bringing his face into her mind. She could not help but to compare the two.

While Keith was definitely more masculine in his physique, Bakura had a presence that Keith would never be able to master. Sex with Keith was rough, and while he did know how to please her, that is all it was. With Bakura it was all about control. He could anticipate her every desire before she even voiced it, it was as if he could look into her very soul. There was something about the way he moved, his eyes could hold you captive and command you and his hands were like fire when they touched her, bringing every nerve alive. She would have him again and nothing would stop her.

She sighed, just thinking about it was arousing her in a way Keith would never be able to do. Slowly she allowed her hands to trail down her body.

<Bakura!>

~*~*~*~*~

Bakura wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood shakily, flushing the toilet.

"Bakura!"

/Not so loud Ryou./ He turned to his light who was standing in the doorway.

"I have no sympathy for you yami." Ryou held the empty liquor bottle in his hand.

/I don't need a lecture from you right now./

Ryou sighed. "Fine. Go back to bed. I'll bring you something for your head."

Bakura gratefully crawled back into bed, clutching his abused head. He dozed until he felt Ryou gently shaking him.

"Here." Ryou handed him some aspirin and a glass of water. "What were you thinking? Please tell me you didn't drink half a forty ouncer last night."

/Ryou. Please./ Bakura downed the pills and clutched his head again, groaning. /Use the link./

//Bakura, what's going on? You haven't been yourself lately.//

/It's nothing. I just felt like getting drunk last night, that's all./

//Right. That's why the garbage can's full of empty bottles? Don't lie to me yami.//

/Leave it alone Ryou. It's nothing you need to worry about./

//Of course I do!//

/Not now hikari./ Bakura's mind-voice was firm. /Where's Seto?/

/He's in meetings all day./ Ryou knew better than to argue with his yami when he was in a mood like this. /I came over to see if you wanted to go to a movie or something./

/Thanks for the thought./ Bakura grinned wryly.

Ryou lay down next to Bakura, putting his arms around him and resting his head on his chest. //I'll just stay with you, if you want.//

/I'd like that./ Bakura held his light, breathing in the scent of him, detecting the subtle aroma of Seto's cologne on his skin. He shivered slightly.

//Are you cold?// Ryou lifted his head to look at Bakura, not noticing their lips were dangerously close.

/Ryou…/ He beat back the urge to ravage his other's lips.

//Are you okay yami?// Ryou looked worried. //Can I get you anything?//

/Oh Ra./ Bakura thought, blocking himself from Ryou. /I can't even be close to him anymore without wanting him./

"Bakura? Why are you blocking me?" Ryou could feel something leaking through the shield Bakura had thrown up around his thoughts. It felt familiar, but not something he had felt directed towards himself before.

/Ryou, why don't you go home? I'm not much company today and I think I just need to sleep./

//If that's what you want yami.// Ryou didn't even try to hide his hurt.

/I'm sorry my light. I just feel guilty about keeping you here. Why don't you spend some time with Mokuba?/

Ryou felt tears prick his eyes. He could feel that Bakura was lying to him. //Yeah, okay. Let me know if you need anything, okay?//

/I will./

He waited until he heard Ryou's car pull out of the driveway before giving in to his overwhelming emotions.

~*~*~*~*~

"Checkmate!" Mokuba crowed.

"Oh, well, I guess you win again." Ryou looked distracted.

"Ryou, what's wrong? You're not even paying attention! I've won three in a row!"

"Sorry. I'm just not with it today I guess."

"I'll say you're not." Mokuba grumbled. "You've been totally spaced out since you got back from seeing Bakura. Is he okay?"

"He's fine." Ryou said absently. "He wasn't feeling well."

"Yeah, okay, whatever Ryou." Mokuba could tell that his friend wasn't telling him everything. "I'm gonna go play some video games."

"Alright. I'll be outside." He didn't even hear the younger Kaiba's frustrated sigh as he got up from the table and headed out through the French doors.

Ryou wandered through the garden, heading for his favorite spot. He climbed the short flight of stone stairs and sat down on a concealed bench among the damask rose bushes. He brushed his fingers along the silky petals, smiling. Who would have thought a guy like Seto would be into something like gardening? These bushes were his pride and joy. None of his gardeners were allowed to touch them.

//I don't understand what's going on with Bakura. He's been so distant lately. Today was the first time in weeks he's put his arms around me. And the emotions I've been feeling from him…I don't understand. Why is he hiding from me?//

Ryou tilted his face up to the warmth of the sun. He always came here to think. It was so peaceful amongst the heady fragrance of the roses, the sun beating down from a bright blue sky. He smiled. The sky reminded him of Seto's eyes. Not that they were the same color, it was the depth of the sky that reminded him of his love's eyes.

His heart beat a little faster. //I'm so lucky to have him. I love him so much. Even more now than I did three years ago.//

Ryou pulled his knees up to his chest and frowned to himself. //Bakura's become more distant over the last two weeks. He's been blocking his thoughts from me a lot lately. Ever since he was over for dinner last. When Seto and I got to the den, he had a drink, his third, in his hand. He's been drinking a lot. I know there's a reason for it. I just wish I could figure out what.//

He laid his head on his knees and let his thoughts drift, lazily watching the breeze tease at the leaves of the bushes surrounding him. The sun was warm on his back and he was starting to get drowsy when he had the feeling he was being watched.

He lifted his head to see Seto standing a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest, watching him with a smile on his face.

"Hey. What are you doing here?"

"Admiring the view."

Ryou blushed. "And how long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to realize just how beautiful you are."

"Oh stop." Ryou replied playfully. "All the compliments are going to go to my head."

Seto raised an eyebrow.

"Seto!" Ryou shook his head. "Gods! I'm never going to break you of that habit, am I?"

Seto chuckled as he sat down beside Ryou, pulling him back against his chest. He moved the long white hair aside and kissed him on the neck. "Sorry angel. I can't help it."

Ryou shifted so that he was lying in Seto's arms, his head against the other's chest. Seto brushed the silky hair out of Ryou eyes, bending down to kiss him. Ryou wrapped his arms around the brunette's neck, pulling him closer, moaning as he felt Seto's tongue delve into his mouth.

Seto ran his hand up inside Ryou's shirt, stroking the smooth skin. Ryou shivered and broke away from Seto's lips.

"Seto…not here."

Seto smirked. "Why not?"

"The servants…aahhh…" He groaned as Seto's mouth found its way to his throat.

"They wouldn't dare come out here." Seto murmured against the moist flesh.

"Mokuba…" Ryou protested weakly.

"He's in his room." Seto licked his lover's jaw, lost in the sweet scent of him. "Angel…I need you."

"Oh gods…Seto…" Ryou shuddered at the intensity in the other's voice.

Seto pulled the smaller form up so he was straddling his legs. With impatient hands, he ripped Ryou's shirt open, attacking his chest. He kissed his way across the smooth expanse, coming into contact with a nipple. He sucked on it gently, causing Ryou to moan and bury his hands in Seto's hair, drawing him closer.

Seto made his way back up to Ryou lips, claiming them again in a smoldering kiss. Coming up for air, he led Ryou to lay his head on his shoulder.

"I love you so much angel. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Ryou looked up into Seto's eyes. The look of such intense emotion took his breath away.

"I love you Seto. More than life."

"Don't ever leave me angel." Seto's voice shook as he drew Ryou into another soul-searing kiss.

Ryou gave himself up to his lover, showing him with actions what he couldn't express in words.

~*~*~*~*~

Mokuba was looking out his bedroom window when a movement caught his eye. Squinting, he could make out blue fabric fluttering in the breeze among the rose bushes.

Sadness crept into the slate grey eyes. Seto was home. He had gone straight to Ryou, not even stopping to say hello to his little brother.

(He used to always come see me the minute he walked in the door. Ever since Ryou moved in with us he goes to him and I just see him when I see him.)

Mokuba moved over to his desk, turning on his computer.

(It was different when Ryou still lived with Bakura. Sure whenever Ryou was here they were always together, but they're so wrapped up in each other now. It's like I don't even exist for them sometimes. Ryou tries; I know he does, but Seto's either at work or with Ryou. I feel like he doesn't even know I'm here. Ryou used to be my best friend. But how can you be best friends with your brother's boyfriend?)

The raven-haired boy logged on to his favorite chat room.

(I want Seto to be happy, but I miss him. There's so much going on I want to talk to him about. Like that new girl at school. I really like her. Maybe I could talk to Ryou about her. Or maybe not. What would a gay man know about asking a girl out? Gods! Why do all my friends have to be gay? I must be the only straight one out of all of mine and Seto's friends. Well, except for Bakura. He did have that girlfriend. The one that tried to kill Ryou.)

He sighed, staring at the blank screen, waiting for someone to come online.

(Seto'd kill me if he knew I was talking to people online. Who else can I talk to? Yugi's the only one I'm really comfortable with talking about important stuff. But he's away with Yami.)

Just then someone popped up on his screen.

Hitotsu-Me: Hey, anyone else out there?

LittleBlueEyes: Hey there!

Hitotsu-Me: Great, I thought I was going to have to wait forever for someone else to show up!

LittleBlueEyes: I just logged on

Hitotsu-Me: Little Blue Eyes huh? Is that a description?

LittleBlueEyes: No, it's a Duel Monster's card…like the Blue Eyes White Dragon

Hitotsu-Me: I've never seen one. You must be a pretty impressive duelist.

LittleBlueEyes: I don't own one…there's only three…I'm an okay duelist…not as good as Seto Kaiba or Yugi Motou tho

Hitotsu-Me: You mean you know Seto Kaiba and Yugi Motou! Wow, that must be pretty intimidating

LittleBlueEyes: I do know them…Yugi's a friend…it's kinda hard to be intimidated by someone that short! LOL

Hitotsu-Me: *smile* You sound pretty down to earth. They're lucky to have a friend like you. Hope they appreciate you

LittleBlueEyes: I guess

Hitotsu-Me: Hey, you sound kinda down, do you mind if I ask what's wrong?"

LittleBlueEyes: Well, ok, I guess…I'm having some problems at home

Hitotsu-Me: Oh dear, I am sorry to hear that. Have you tried talking to your parents? I apologize if you are older than I am assuming

LittleBlueEyes: I don't live with my parents…they died when I was young…I live with my brother

Hitotsu-Me: I am so sorry! I know how hard it is to be without your parents. I lost mine at a very young age, unfortunately I did not have a brother to live with. Can you talk to him?

LittleBlueEyes: Not really…he works a lot…

Hitotsu-Me: Yes, I can see where that would be a problem. You must feel so alone

LittleBlueEyes: A lot of the time…you're so easy to talk to

Hitotsu-Me: Well, I know what it feels like to be forgotten. Sometimes it's nice to be able to talk to someone who understands.

LittleBlueEyes: yeah…we seem to have a lot in common…can I tell you something?

Hitotsu-Me: Sure you can. Trust me I won't tell a soul

LittleBlueEyes: well…I don't have many friends…my best friend is with my brother, so I really don't have anyone to talk to

Hitotsu-Me: I find it hard to believe that someone like you would have a hard time making friends. Why would your best friend be with your brother?

LittleBlueEyes: well, my brother doesn't like me talking to people I don't know…and my best friend's living here…with my brother

Hitotsu-Me: I don't want to sound mean as I am sure your brother loves you, but isn't that rather controlling. First he won't let you make friends and then he takes the friend you have?

LittleBlueEyes: it's not like that! He does it for my safety! And he couldn't help it if he fell in love with my best friend…and he loves my brother too…I want them to be happy

Hitotsu-Me: Oh, now it is starting to make sense. I take it your best friend is a guy

LittleBlueEyes: yes…what's wrong with that? Most of my friends are gay

Hitotsu-Me: There is nothing wrong with being gay. But it probably makes you feel a bit isolated if you aren't gay

LittleBlueEyes: I'm not…at least I don't think I am…I'm a little young to really know tho…at least that's what Yugi says

Hitotsu-Me: Yugi's right. Don't rush the growing up part. But it must be difficult for you, the two people who are closest to you getting so wrapped up in each other, it must feel as if they no longer have the time to spend with you that they used to

Mokuba blinked in surprise. (It's like this person can read my mind!)

LittleBlueEyes: well…kinda…sometimes I do get lonely, but my friend tries to spend time with me…he has a friend who he's really close to that needs him a lot tho

Mokuba could hear laughter coming from out side. It sounded like Seto.

LittleBlueEyes: brb

He jumped up from his desk and went to the window. Seto and Ryou were coming across the lawn, holding hands. From the wrinkled clothes and messed up hair it wasn't too hard to tell what they had been doing.

Mokuba sighed. (I'd better get off the computer before Seto finds out.)

LittleBlueEyes: I have to go

Hitotsu-Me: I hope we can talk again. I really enjoyed meeting you

LittleBlueEyes: me too…I'll be online later tonight probably…will you?

Hitotsu-Me: you bet. I'll wait for you

LittleBlueEyes: great! Thanks for listening!

Hitotsu-Me: Anytime, I only want to help

LittleBlueEyes: Thanks again! Bye!

Hitotsu-Me: Bye!

Mokuba hurriedly shut down his computer.

(Neat! Hitotsu-Me really seems to understand. I wonder if they're a boy or a girl? They said they lost their parents at a young age too. We seem to have a lot in common. I'd better not mention Seto though. I'd better be careful that Seto doesn't find out I'm talking to this person. He'd get really mad.)

Mokuba heard Ryou calling him for dinner. Closing his bedroom door behind him, he ran down the steps and into the kitchen. Rose was laying salad and plates out on the table.

Mokuba looked to see his brother with his arms around Ryou. He sighed. Seto hadn't even noticed him come into the room.

Ryou saw the look on Mokuba's face and gave Seto a poke in the stomach. Seto looked over at his brother and smiled, releasing Ryou and coming to put his arms around the younger Kaiba.

"How was your day Mokuba?"

"Fine."

"I heard you smoked Ryou at the chess board."

"Yeah." Mokuba sat at the table, reaching for his water glass.

"Everything okay little brother?"

"Uh-huh." Mokuba dug into his salad, not looking at Seto.

Seto looked quizzically at him for a moment before turning his attention back to Ryou. Mokuba noticed this and tried to hide the hurt in his eyes.

(I miss you Seto.)

~*~*~*~*~

Seto: *glares at MJ* Don't even think about it!

YD: It's a good thing we still have the lamps nailed down from when we did Friends & Lovers

MJ: *Winks at Seto* What's the matter Kaiba, afraid you might have a weakness?

DD: MJ, be good.

YD: Yeah. You get to leave after this fic, but we still have to deal with him.

MJ: Please, how many years have you been putting up with me?

DD: Too many. But if you get him mad, he won't co-operate.

Tristan: Calm down Seto. It's only fiction.

MJ: *sticks her tongue out at Seto* You big baby

Bakura: Don't stick it out unless you're going to use it MJ

MJ: *Drags Bakura out of the room* The only flames I should see better be coming from us !!