Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I just like to play and amuse myself.
Warnings: Yaoi, weird pairings, lemon, explicit stuff, fluff, sap, and whole bunch of other stuff. Oh, I forgot to mention: it's AU. O.o
Parings: Ryou/Bakura (I LOVE them…they are so kawaii together!), Ryou/Malik, Malik/Marik, Bakura/Marik, Yami/Yugi, Yami/Seto, Seto/Yugi, and some that I definitely forgot…I think. *blush* Oh, yes…Malik/Seto. *evil laugh*
Author's Note: Okay, everyone's probably wondering why I decided to repost this fic-let. Good question! LOL. Actually, I really wanted to get this finished, and besides, the characters, I think, are so in depth that I just had to edit it, repost it, and finish it! Hurray for me!! So, I hope that those that read Dark Golden Light before are enjoying the changes, and that those who are reading it for the first time, enjoy it. ^_^
Quick note: //…// represent speech from Yami to Hikari (or whomever). Likewise, /…/ represent speech from the Hikari.
R&R!
CHAPTER ONE
~The Sin Of Forgetting~
Ryou lurched forward, tumbling out of his bed, as he screamed an unfamiliar name, tears instantly pouring down his cheeks. He sat sobbing for what seemed like an eternity before he felt warm arms pulling him into an embrace that only made the vision worse. He'd dreamed about himself, but in a way made him realize that it wasn't really him. It was his Yami as he had been in his past life during the rule of pharaohs and Shadow Games in ancient Egypt…but it had felt so real. There had been significant pain and blood everywhere, not to mention the murder of an innocent life on his very hands, and it was just too much for his mind to handle at the moment. He could sense the strength of the person that held him tightly, rocking him as slowly as if he were an infant, and strong fingers stroked through his sweat-soaked hair, attempting to calm him.
His slim hands tightened drastically around the powerful neck of his Yami as he sobbed into his chest, a tiny moan of anguish escaping his lips. Although partially disoriented, he could tell that it was still dark outside, and he had a considerable amount of time left before daylight embarked. Ryou wasn't sure if he could stand to go back to sleep after having one of his other half's memories, one that was far worse than any of the others.
The dreams had started almost a month before, and they would not go away.
A dark voice in his mind whispered to him, cold but understanding.
//It's alright, Ryou. Just take a deep breath, and you'll be fine.// Frantically, he shook his head, crying out for some comfort other than this.
/No, I can't…I can't…/ There was a growl of frustration, but he suddenly felt his Yami forcing his anger away.
Was he trying to actually control his hatred towards him?
That, no matter how believable it seemed, was a scary thought.
//Be quiet! Why won't you listen to me when I'm giving you some good advice, Ryou? I will not hurt you…trust me! Just relax, and let the vision pass.// The white haired youth cringed at the cogently sounding words, but he sucked in a gulp full of warmly heated air, closing his eyes to focus his mind and do as he was told. The images flashed quickly through his head -from the bed where he had apparently made love to a stranger he could not distinguish, to the scene where he was holding a knife over his head, blood dripping from its tip- and he fell heavily against his Yami, sighing with relief as the pain disappeared. The demon of the Sennen Ring, which lay against both of their necks in a dull glimmer, released him, standing to depart once again back into the prison he had spent more than five millennia in.
"No…please, Yami, stay with me. Don't leave me alone," he begged, the wet trails on his face glistening in the pale luminosity coming from the outside streetlights. Bakura crossed his arms, compelling his slanted eyes away from his gentler half.
He could feel his fear through their link, and silently, even if the fragile boy didn't know it, his heart cried out to him from a distance.
The psychotic spirit sighed heavily, bending down to pull Ryou into his arms once again so he could place him in bed. The sheets were tangled, almost sticky with sweat, and he had a hard time straightening them. Irritated with the entire ordeal, he gave up and dragged his other half against him, warming him with his body as he secured him in a tight circle of limbs.
"Just for tonight, Ryou, and then no more," he murmured in a gruff voice, unconsciously moving to brush a strand of silver white hair out of the other's face as he looked at the serene features of the youth he had been destined to be a part of.
He was already drifting back into a peaceful slumber, empty dreams conquering his once-frenzied thoughts, and his perfectly shaped cheekbones outlined the silhouette of his beautifully closed eyes. Not thinking, Bakura's fingertips traced over his relaxed lips and slipped into the edge of his mouth, feeling the dampness of his tongue as he rubbed it across the surface lightly. Ryou sighed unintelligibly, and he instantly pulled away, looking confused.
What in Ra's name was he doing?
His light half was too weak for Bakura to even consider him in any manner other than his personal servant to order around, and besides, there had been only one he had desired that way, and as far as he knew, he had died over five millennia ago.
The sad reality of it was…he had killed him.
Leaning closer to nuzzle Ryou gently, Bakura stared up at the ceiling, thinking about the tragedy that had occurred thousands of years ago, the one Ryou had dreamt about, as his eyes burned in the dark.
* * *
"Master Bakura," a small boy, dressed in thin robes, called, approaching him cautiously as he glared up at him through a curtain of long white hair. "There's someone here to see you." A ludicrous smirk befell his lips.
"Send him in…and be Ra-damn quick about it, you little urchin!" The brown-skinned child scampered back through the door he had come through as the tomb robber stood, stretching his aching muscles.
His lover always had perfect timing, and he would not expect less of him.
A hooded figure entered a moment later, the scent of musty spices following him as he crossed to him and shoved him roughly against the brick wall behind them. From beneath the veil, his dark lips tore at the white haired man's throat, savagely sucking and nipping.
"I've nearly forgotten what you taste like," he ground out between silent moans of pleasure as Bakura raked his nails lightly over the hidden biceps in his loose flowing clothing. "The pharaoh and his damn priests tried to stop me at every turn, and I had no choice but to outrun them. We haven't much time. Take me before they find us." There was no hesitation in obeying the breathless plea, and he easily stripped his partner, revealing every beautiful inch of him with haste, even as he put his image into memory.
He had exquisite golden-white hair that hung past magnificently shaped shoulders to spill over a bronzed chest, smooth and muscular despite his thin frame. Bakura ran a hand over the dusky pink nipples, making him arch forward, groaning wordlessly, and he continued to slide his hand downward over his perfectly built abdomen until he reached the band of his short kilt. Sucking in his breath, the other cried out as the barrier between them dropped to the floor and hot fingers enclosed his member, squeezing tightly, almost painfully before stroking it in a long caress.
"By Ra…hurry," he gasped, his chest heaving as he felt himself growing closer. It had been too long without the touch of his talented lover, and by the gods, how he'd missed this.
Bakura pumped him steadily, never faltering in his speed until he felt hips being thrust towards him, and then he stopped altogether, bringing a growl of dissatisfaction from his lover's throat. Grinning at him, Bakura stepped back and untied the sash encircling his thin waist, letting it flutter to the floor as his own kilt dropped to the dusty earth beneath their bare feet. The white haired fiend, as naked at the other, walked around him.
"How should I take you, my lover? Against the wall? On your knees? What do you want?" He was giving him a choice, though he usually never did, but he didn't seem too interested in that little detail.
"I don't care! Just fuck me!"
Bakura shoved him towards the pallet he slept on and pushed him down, taking a position behind him. Breathing heavily, he filled him with one deep thrust, not preparing him -knowing that he liked it rough the times they were together this way- and although he was stretched beyond capacity, they both cried out in pleasure as he began to move. Bakura's hand easily found the once-forgotten erection of his partner and began to stroke him in time with his movements, making his name fall constantly from his lips as their tempo increased. Their thoughts were washed away, and together they raced towards passion's edge, but Bakura refused to release before the other, and just as he thought he would die from the desire coursing through his veins, the lavender-eyed man before him convulsed and released violently into his hand, triggering Bakura's climax as well with one final push.
The room soon became quiet, and they pulled apart, collapsing onto the bed, exhausted and sweaty. Bakura snaked an arm around his lover and pulled him close, brushing strand of his hair -beautiful and exquisitely soft- from his face as he drifted to sleep, snuggled against his warmth. The dark-eyed tomb robber watched the attractive creature in fascination as his breathing steadied even more, and a small, satisfied smile fell to his lips, greatly contrasting with the shadowed pain in his heart. He would have remained where he was the entire day, gazing at the man he had chosen as a sexual companion, but something murky cleared his mind of the fantasy, and he soon wriggled from beside him, sliding a sheet over the other to hide his well-toned and proportional body before he dressed.
He was not disturbed as a group of the pharaoh's guards charged in, moments later, and he sat stiffly at his table, looking away as they surrounded his lover, and their master entered. He was regal in the golden crown that lay against his forehead, partially hidden by locks of his shining blond hair, and a cruel smile appeared on his face, his crimson eyes sparkling.
"I compliment you on a job well done, my servant. Did you give him what he wanted?" Bakura lowered his gaze, nodding as he swallowed bitterly.
"Yes, pharaoh, I-"
"Good. Now, my faithful one, you must do what it was we agreed upon." From a sheath at his side, the pharaoh withdrew a dagger, holding the blade as he extended the handle towards him. "Kill him."
Bakura stared back at him, surprise on his face.
They had never talked about that!
"No!" He thrust it at him again.
"Do it, or I will kill him, and then, I will kill you!"
Shaking, he took the knife and clenched it tightly in his fingers as blood slowly drained from his whitening knuckles. He approached slowly, the priest-like sentinels moving aside to give him room, and his knees almost gave out as the unsuspecting man rolled over, clouded orbs of lavender blinking in confusion.
"Bakura?" He bit his lip and raised the cold metal above his head.
"Ra forgive me," he whispered, unaware that tears flowed down his cheeks as he brought the dagger forward, straight into the heart of his lover.
His gorgeous violet eyes flew open, shock filling their infinite depths, and he made a strangled keening sound as blood began to creep down the side of his mouth, a puddle of it gushing from his chest when he removed the weapon. His wounded companion made no effort to fight against him, even when he turned his head, unable to watch.
Bakura couldn't figure out what was wrong with himself.
He'd killed before, countless times and in even colder blood, but why did this bother him to the extent it made him want to scream like a raving lunatic?
Cold fingers suddenly dug into his skin, forcing him to turn back as another hand enclosed his securely around the knife to stab it over and over into the dying body of the youth on his bed. He could hear pleading, not realizing that it was his own, and after the pharaoh was satisfied that he had bled enough, he released him, quickly turning to leave, his guards following without a word.
Bakura fell to his knees, throwing the dagger as far away from his as he could as he pulled the obviously dead man into his arms, tears staining his darkly tanned face. He was covered in blood, both from his mouth and from the ripped gashes in his chest, and the white-haired tomb robber threw his head back, screaming curses as he broke down and started to cry.
"Please forgive me! Ra…what have I done?! I had no choice…I had no choice…" He cried, holding him tightly. "Malik…"
TBC-
A/N: HURRAY! One revision done! *dances excitedly* Well, I hope this was a little better than what I had before. Geez, the first version of this was awful. So many mistakes! (If there are still mistakes in this, please forgive me…I have no beta reader for my YGO stuff. *pout*) . And, besides, I fixed the plot. *grins* It will be much better and smoother to read. Also, I can promise even better lemons! *wink* I'm sure that's what everyone is reading this for, anyway, ne? *giggles* Okay, you must think I'm insane. O.o Please, leave a review for me, it doesn't matter how long it is, though I do like long reviews, and I will love you forever! ^____^
Ryou and Bakura forever!! :P
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