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As he sat up in bed the first thing that he noticed was the pale purple light was gone from the sky. It had shown up months ago, but no questions had been answered about it. Kaiba had been taking most of the blame for the ominous cloud but there was something too evil emitting from it for Kaiba to have been the mastermind. His stomach had been aching since the day it had arrived though his friends had only reported the same things. Work, class, and relationships. Nothing had seemed to change except for what he felt inside.
Shaking his head, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Today was a special day that he chose to celebrate quietly; it was the day the pharaoh and he had met. Perhaps the ache in the pit of his stomach was just memories. Smiling, he walked into his bathroom. His little room was nothing special, a dorm room that he shared with three other boys. It was not as bad as he had imagined it to be and he had actually grown quite fond of the other three. When they were not keeping him up with their parties. While the college dorm was a wonderful study place it was an even more wondrous loud place. Everything was small in the apartment, but it reminded him of home. It had been almost four years since he had let for university now that he was in his graduation term.
Time had flown so quickly that it was nearly overwhelming. Joey and Mai had become an item finally, Tea had flown to New York for dance, and Tristan was still carefully watching over Serenity. The group had grown apart because of distance but their connection was able to stand firmly. He looked down at his hand, remembering the permanent link that Tea had drawn for the four of them years ago. It felt as if the ink was still there, linking them for eternity.
He had to shower quickly in order to get to class on time, another day late and he would most likely be removed from the class. The only reason that he was constantly late was that every morning he would stop by the duel academy, to ensure that there was still hope in the young ones enrolled. Not personally, but he would always whisper a silent prayer that they would never give up their dreams. After he ensured his hair and belt were in place he slipped on his familiar leather pants, grabbing his overcoat on his way out. He yelled a goodbye over his shoulder, making sure to awake his still sleeping roommates with the door.
Chuckling as he walked down the avenue he could not help but notice at the broken pieces that stuck between the smooth gravel. The pieces were near gruesome in their protruding. A shiver wracked his spine, making him clutch his jacket closer in response.
He looked to the sky once more, and could not help but shake his head once more. Kaiba Corp had grown continuously over the years, mirroring the sun's rays in its height. Joey liked to blame the skyscraper on the fact that Kaiba's ego was a hard thing to shelter, so the building's size made sense when he thought about it for a moment. If that ego and pride was left unloosed the city would surely suffer.
The one thing that he did not expect to see was the young CEO leaving the building as he turned his focus back on the path in front of him. He sent a wave in the brunette's direction, gaining a head nod in response. How typical of the stoic man.
The academy seemed to be doing more than fine when he stopped by for his look over so he proceeded on to his own class. Not only was his professor astounded with his timeliness, his peers were nearly shocked out of their socks when they arrived to find that he had beaten them there. Smiling, he removed his bag from his side. Once he had everything he needed in front of his he turned his attention to the outdoors. There were two birds that seemed to be having a dispute, the red turning to the blue with anger. His eyes widened as the red creature ripped a warm from the blue bird's beak, dropping it with a smug look. The cruelty of the world was unending, and he decided he had to excuse himself for a moment. He quickly gathered his things, rushing to the spot parallel to his seat inside. The blue bird was still sitting on the ground, looking to the worm with an apologetic gaze.
Crouching, he removed his lunch from his backpack, peeling the crust from his sandwich. He scattered the crumbs near the bird, watching as he walked back to class as the bird turned his attention to survival, forgetting the fallen worm behind him.
Returning to his seat, he gave his instructor a sheepish smile. The man continued to drone on about the current lesson so he decided to rest his head on his arm, propping the textbook up in front of himself. Feeling his eyelids grow heavy, he allowed his mind to drift.
The next moment he was opening his eyes, there was nothing but an empty classroom and a note waiting for him.
I believe we need to speak, Mr. Mutou. Room 234E at 7 please. I would prefer you to be on time.
He mentally kicked himself as his eyes scanned the script in front of him. He sighed, checking the clock on the wall. The clock revealed that there was only time for a quick dinner before he had to return to the campus.
Dinner took less time than he had expected, so he decided to stop by the coffee shop that was on campus. Once he reached room 234E he took a deep breath, walking into the room. The room was entirely too dark and the irony hit him. His professor was late. He laughed, but when he was greeted with another that was not his own he spun, squinting into the darkness.
"My, how you've grown Yugi." He leaned towards the voice, trying to make out the face cloaked in darkness. He could make out white hair, sticking oddly at ends. Before he could piece together his newly acquired information the man stepped from the shadows.
"…Bakura…?" His throat was clenched, his body moving to see what was making the sudden muffled noises in the corner. He turned to the corner behind him, to see what was waiting in the corner. His eyes widened, disbelief rushing through his frame. Atemu!
Knowing better than to rush to the sun kissed man, he held himself in place. He felt the presence of the dark one move closer to his body, and he moved to the side. Bakura did not seem to like that he had avoided his hand, a grimace darkening his features. Then he suddenly began to laugh.
"You know, pharaoh, I did not expect your light to put up more of a fight that you." The pharaoh's muffles only caused the dark man to grow even smugger. Yugi's face hardened and he moved to stand in front of his other half. "Oh yes, you have become taller, less naïve, and toned. But the thing that is intriguing to me is this fierce look in your eyes. So similar to another in this room. Your big innocent eyes are gone it seems." The man shrugged, a smirk crossing his lips. "Delicious."
"Bakura, I will ask you first to kindly leave." He placed a hand on his hip, drawing his cards. "Then I will be forced to remove you myself."
"I'm trembling I assure you." A grin, mocking. "However, I have an alternative. You follow me, and I will leave his royal highness alive." He paused, looking to the floor, and then smirked through his bangs. He threw one finger up. "Almost forgot, I also have your pharaoh's dear cousin, Malik, and my own light. I would hate to have to threaten Set, I mean, Kaiba's life would be forfeit with Set."
The man's demeanor was beginning to irritate Yugi, and he placed his clenched fists at his side once more. A question interrupted his distaste at the current situation.
"You claim to have Set, but then…" He paused, thinking, "…where are you holding him?"
"Thought you'd never ask." The lights infiltrated the dark room, and the sight was hard to stomach. His professor's body lay sprawled on the floor, the Millennium rod protruding from his stomach. The room was slanted downwards, his blood spilling around another set of boots. The insane blonde man held Set harshly by the hair, bending his neck back dangerously. "Marik, the priest cannot breathe like that I told you."
Yugi reached out to the bound priest but his eyes seemed to plead with the shorter male to rethink his actions. Of course, he had to be prepared for the worst. Not only was this the Thief King it was the more insane tomb keeper.
"So, what do you say? Take a stroll or watch his neck break?" Bakura smiled, a sight that was more frightening than when he was angry.
Yugi cast his eyes around the room at the other four men, unsettled by the odds. Bakura smirked towards Marik, already knowing the hikari's response.
"I will go if you are kind to the other two. Gentle, and not cruel." He closed his eyes, worried. "And please leave my other friends out of this."
He could hear the pharaoh's worry through the gag and see the priest silent begging eyes, both pleading with him to reconsider.
"I never had any intention of being cruel to the two of them," Bakura chuckled, a similar cackle coming from his partner, "so long as you three remain intelligent about your predicament." He stuck his hand out to Yugi, a near innocent smile on his lips. "Deal?"
As Yugi accepted the outstretched hand he instantly regretted his decision.
"Good, now follow me." Bakura turned towards the pharaoh, a sparkle glinting in his eyes.
As the white haired man moved to pick up the bound royal man he was met with a surprising sight. Yugi was holding the pharaoh to his chest, clutching his head protectively. They were smiling at one another, a sight that made his food resurface. Sentimental moments just added to his disgust of humanity. Marik was equally surprised judging by the look in his eyes, but he held the priest in his arms. A sudden wicked grin flashed across his face, his body molding to mock the other two. The horror that flashed across the priest's face almost sent the Thief King to rolling on the floor.
Bakura led the way, making sure that the group only traveled by the shadows. He kept a close eye on the puzzle owners, making sure his highness stayed bound. When they arrived to his humble abode he looked towards the younger man, who shocked him once more. Expecting to see disgust and horror all he was caught with was a smile. The thief had been so surprised by the boy within the night he had learned how to hide the sudden surprise on his face.
"Just let me know where we will be staying. I would like to talk with him alone for a moment."
Marik moved, tossing the priest on the dusty chair in the corner of the room. "Me and the priest will be staying in here. That ok with you, blue eyes?"
"That will do fine." Yugi moved to stoop in front of the brooding man. He placed a hand at the side of his face. "We will be only feet apart. And they will carry us back to one another soon."
Blue eyes instantly lit up at the soft words, and a nod was given to the smaller man. The pharaoh and the priest exchanged unspoken words, cut off quickly by Bakura's impatience.
"This room here is for you, Yugi. You two have five minutes." He was met with no argument, the two entering the room for the time that they were allotted. They were talking in such soft, sweet tones that Bakura turned away in disgust. He rolled his eyes at the brooding high priest, tipping the chair backwards. He laughed at the jump Set gave when he thought he would fall, but Bakura secured the chair legs back on the floor. Marik and Bakura exchanged glances at a sudden thump coming from the room with the other two. They both moved at once, rushing into the room.
The two others were sitting on the floor, chainmail to the side. Yugi gave a sheepish grin as the pharaoh turned away from the two.
"It was heavy. Sorry." He stood, reading Bakura's mind. "Now, where will I be sleeping?"
Bakura tilted his head, showing the boy to his own room. Yugi turned, thanking the other and wishing him pleasant dreams. It was then Bakura decided the boy was touched, intensely so. He closed the door, yelling back a promise of infinite beatings if the boy try anything stupid. Not sparing the two in the other room a glance, he returned to the room holding the pharaoh. The royal pain was still in the same spot, glaring daggers at the wall.
"I think it's dead now, pharaoh."
"Atem, my name is Atem."
"I know, it's not like I ever forgot it."
The sudden jab made Atem's eye to twitch. Bakura could tell he had tried to remove the bindings and felt merciful. He moved to the other male, picking him up as quickly as he dropped him on the bed. The springs gave a wail, the pharaoh's head connecting with the wall. He swore in Egyptian, making the other ancient laugh. They stared at one another for a few moments before the pharaoh broke the silence.
"What do you want, Thief?"
"I will call you by your name when you begin addressing me by my own." The white haired male lowered himself next to the other, moving the rope to the pharaoh's content. It was a short lived comfort before the thief secured his legs to the bedpost, his arms following shortly. The only relief was now on the smaller males lungs, breathing a simpler task with the rope and chainmail removed. Even with the sudden weight being lifted from his body he could not help but catch his breath. Bakura's eyes held a deep promise, one that frightened the Egyptian king. "You know, pharaoh, we can keep Yugi out of this completely if you follow my one demand."
"I will not give you my-"
"I do not want your personal possessions. I want something more physical." He swung a leg over the other's abdomen, now straddling his hips. "I think you will do."
As the pharaoh began to laugh the thief silenced him once more. His lips were not nearly as rough as Atem had imagined them to be but the other's were as perfect as he had ever imagined. He allowed a low groan to escape his lips as he felt the pharaoh bite him, trying in vain to remove the tongue from his mouth. Preoccupied with the tongue in his mouth, he failed to notice the hands gathering his shirt. Bakura pushed the cloth above his head, sitting back on his heels to admire the body below.
Reaching out a hand he dipped to Atem's sides, caressing them with light touches. His eyes lit up when the smaller body shivered against his touch, but he frowned when it tried to edge away from him. He continued his mapping of the smaller male's body. He rose from his sides to dance along his collarbone, his mouth watering to be around it. Reminding himself that the pharaoh was his all night, he ignored his growing thirst. As his right hand played along the tanned collarbone his left fell to stroke his belly button. The only problem with his artwork was that the other had closed his eyes. He wanted to see the pain and pleasure that coursed through every fiber of the other's body.
An evil thought occurred to him and he allowed his hands to meet in the middle. Fingers clenched along the rosy buds, the body beneath him arching to meet his touch. "Shhh…let's not keep Yugi awake."
Atem's eyes opened, daring him to utter another word. Almost a challenge, but how he loved those eyes. They were fierce in their pleasure, and as he tweaked the buds once more the orbs quivered with their owner's body. That was all Bakura needed to open his mouth, placing harsh kisses along the collarbone he wished to make his alone.
I think that is the right place to stop for now. :D If you wish for more all you have to do is ask, if not I think I will keep the next chapter to myself. Please let me know if it is too wordsy or complicated with all of the characters. Thank you again for reading! Love, Madz
