Title: Ventus
warnings: boy x boy, CRUDE lanugage from Bakura's potty mouth. the LEMON will not be archived here but you can check it out on my yugiohyaoigwdbz site. TY!
After months of hiatus, it's back. :)
disclaimers: not mine
Chapter 12
Bakura and Ryou watched Marik with worry. The blonde was currently tittering in a chair in the kitchen, hands wrapped around a coffee mug tightly. The news they had spread to their friend was gnawing at Marik's nerves, bitter as wormwood. The truth of Maliks reappearance, Yami Yugi's quest for domination, the copulation that Yami Yugi sought from the hikari's. It was too much to digest all at once. Ryou placed a hand on Marik's shoulder, offering silent support.
Rishid spoke first, his concern for his master first in everything. "Then Yami Yugi is here and it was he who tried to kill Master Marik?"
"Yes. Bakura thinks that Yami's being controlled by some other force. Marik, do you know of anything that could relate to this? Your family has guarded the Pharoah's tomb for centuries."
Marik raised dull and lifeless lavendar orbs. "I haven't the slightest idea until Isis can interpret her visions. I'm tired. Is it even safe for me to go to my rooms?"
Bakura and Ryou passed a silent communication before Ryou stood, taking Marik's arm and helping the millionaire stand. "It isn't safe Marik but Rishid has set up a replacement bedroom in the basement. Noone can enter except from the door in the foyer; which will be guarded constantly by myself, Bakura or Rishid." The two men nodded in agreement. "I'll stay-"
"No Ryou. Both Hikari's can't be in the same room, just in case Yami finds a way in. I'll stay with him," Bakura patted Ryou's arm gently, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "I'm sorry," he whispered so that Rishid and Marik couldn't hear. "I'll make this all up to you later." Bakura took Marik's hand, leading him to the foyer.
"Bakura....I'll admit that I'm afraid." Marik whispered behind Bakura. There was nothing more nerve-wracking then the thought of the mysterious...of the unknown. A lump rose in Marik's throat as a sob attempted to work it's way to the surface. He wanted his Yami. Malik would keep him safe, he always did. Marik bit his lip, gnawing it to the point of blood. Bakura's grip on his hand was tight, his knuckles straining white from the force. Bakura and Ryou had come to Egypt for him. So that he would be safe from harm. As much as Marik knew that they didn't have much of choice in the matter, he still felt warm at the thought.
"Hn, you have good reason to be. It wouldn't be like he'd be taking YOUR virginity." Bakura smirked at the bewildered expression on Marik's face. "Don't act innocent with me, Marik. I know damn well that you and Malik fucked like rabbits in heat. You're forgetting, I used to be with him."
"We...we haven't actually had sex." Bakura arched a brow at Marik as they went inside the alternate bedroom. "I mean, he hasn't taken me in the ass." Bakura snorted, throwing himself on the bed and lounging lazily. Marik glared at him as he took as seat on one of the chairs. "We did everything and then some but never sex. Malik felt that it wasn't his right to take my virginity."
"That little bastard has softened."
"I would appreciate it if you wouldn't say those things about him. After all, if I can't remark on that stupid Yugi then you can't on Malik."
"Fine, whatever." Bakura dismissed it with a wave of his hand.
"So...we're all or have been virgins. Yami Yugi must've known. Ryou still is, yes?"
"Of course. We haven't exactly had the time to pursue the sexual side of our relationship."
"Well, wouldn't make sense that if Ryou and I lost our virginity to you or each other than we wouldn't be pure anymore."
"I dont think it works that way. It had to be forced. The submissive party cannot consent. You and Ryou would consent to me or Malik fucking you. No, it has to be Yami that fucks you. I also think that that Yami's seed has to infiltrate your bodies."
"Where the hell do you get that idea?" Marik scoffed, shooting Bakura a look that clearly stated he thought Bakura was an idiot.
"Dont give me that fucking look. Use your damn brain and you might just not have any problem figuring it out for yourself." Marik's expression remained vacant. "Dumbass. It wouldn't necessarily be domination if Yami cummed inside of a condom, now would it? The essence, remainder, proof, whatever, of the rape is the cum, right?"
Marik blanched at Bakura's crude word choice. "Cum? How old are you to be saying that?" Bakura's low growl stopped his patronizing. '"Sorry. Alright. I think you're insane to think that Bakura. I dont believe that Yami's semen has anything to do with it. How could it? It's not as if," Marik shuddered at the thought, "it could intermingle with our bloodstreams."
"Fine, smart-ass, what's your conclusion?"
"Rape is about stealing one's innocence. Was Yugi beat severely when he came to you?"
"Yes. Get on on with it."
"The blood from his anus was no doubt caused by Yami entering him roughly without preparation. As an old saying goes, 'One drop of innocent blood will stretch across the land and engulph the world in darkness.' It was on epitaph on the tomb of one of the greatest known empresses's the world had ever seen. From what I understand, Aastarte was also believed to be an orcale, a sage of immense wisdom and power. She left behind texts of her predictions and so far, the murder of Julius Ceaser, the fall of Rome, the disappearance of Atlantis, the murder of Christ, the Crusades, the 100 years War, both World Wars, and the terrorist attacks several decades ago had all been rightfully seen by her. Unfortunately, those texts are guarded by scholars in Thebes." Marik wearily rubbed his temples. "It is my assumption that this entire ordeal has something to do with that prediction. It seems to be grave for it was the only augury seen to be important enough to be placed on her tomb. No doubt she commanded them to be chiseled upon her time of death."
Bakura shook his head. "I can't believe this. Innocent blood.... Yugi's, yours and Malik's.... If Yugi's is already spilled than why Yami's insistence of regaining possession of him?"
"Who knows? Maybe Yami's real self is fighting for control of what's controlling him and wants Yugi with him or maybe the possessor wants to hurt Yami and by doing so, would hurt Yugi." Marik shrugged. "Isis will tell us tomorrow. I'm tired. Would you mind?" Bakura got to his feet, casually watching Marik removed his clothes and slide underneath the duvet. "I know you want to go to him..."
"Who?"
"Ryou. You could use this time together. Rishid can watch after me."
"No, he can't keep you from Yami."
"Bakura, this basement is surrounded by clay. There's not a chance in hell of him being able to tunnel his way through here. Besides, if you're that concerned, you could drag a bed or couch into the parlor and sleep at the top of the stairs."
"I might just do that. Rishid will be down in a minute. Make sure you scream if you hear something."
"I will and..Bakura...thanks."
"Hn, dont mention it." Bakura closed the door. Was Marik right? If he was than Yami Yugi would try harder in his plans. A sudden sense of dread clawed at Bakura's heart. What if leaving Yugi alone in Domino City had been a bad idea? But Yami was in Egypt. Yugi wasn't in danger...
"Bakura?" Rishid's worried voice disrupted Bakura's thoughts. "Is Master Marik alright?"
"He's fine. He wants you down there." Bakura jerked his thumb at the staircase. Rishid hurriedly went to Marik's room. Ryou was sitting at the small, oval table next to the hearth, sipping at a cup of tea. Bakura smiled, crossing the expanse of the room to wrap his arms around Ryou's shoulders. "Hi beautiful.."
A slow grin curled Ryou's lips. Haggard doe brown oculates met Bakura's harsher ones. "Hi beautiful yourself. How's Marik doing?"
"Best as can be expected."
"Meaning what?" Ryou teased, drawing Bakura around to stand in front of him, hands in Bakura's. It was so rare that Bakura showed his caring and compassionate side. It was truly an honor to witness it and it made Ryou's heart fill with so much love for him. The love that had always been there but had taken too many years to surface itself. Ryou knew that deep inside, the two had fallen in love the first day their eyes had met when Bakura came out of the Sennen Ring. Ryou reflected the opposite of Bakura and vice versa. They truly were made for one another.
"Meaning, my little light, that he's scared shitless." Bakura beamed at Ryou, slowly lowering himself onto Ryou's lap. "But let's not talk about him." He traced the ridges of Ryou's pouty lips with the tip of a finger, smirking when Ryou reflexively closed his eyes. "Let's talk about sex baby, let's talk about you and me.." Bakura softly sang off-key a song that Jou had been listening to that Bakura found to be absolutely smashing.
"Now, Bakura?" Ryou murmured, cracking on lidded eye open. "It doesnt seem appropriate..."
"Fuck appropriate." Bakura chuckled. "Literally. Come on Ryou...you've been wanting to see since I have you that hand job," he said silkily, knowing just how to convince Ryou to do anything he pleased. "Plus, there's the added benefit that you'll no longer be a virgin and won't be a fuck target for Yami."
Ryou purred as Bakura's fingers slid deftly to one of his pectorals, cupping the breast, his palm skimming the hardening nipple. "Do you really think being a virgin matters?" The earlier conversation with Marik came to him. No, it didn't matter. So long as they were taken against their will, raped, and their innocent blood spilled...Bakura refused to think of it anymore.
"Raise your arms Ryou." Ryou obeyed and Bakura quickly took the cumbersome shirt off. "Do you want this Ryou? Do you want me?" Bakura continued rubbing his palm against the teat, lowering his head to lather the neglected one with his tongue, bathing it throughouly. Ryou's cheeks were already flushed and his breathing was becoming increasingly shallow.
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Well, sorry, but thats all you get today. :)
Review! ^o^
warnings: boy x boy, CRUDE lanugage from Bakura's potty mouth. the LEMON will not be archived here but you can check it out on my yugiohyaoigwdbz site. TY!
After months of hiatus, it's back. :)
disclaimers: not mine
Chapter 12
Bakura and Ryou watched Marik with worry. The blonde was currently tittering in a chair in the kitchen, hands wrapped around a coffee mug tightly. The news they had spread to their friend was gnawing at Marik's nerves, bitter as wormwood. The truth of Maliks reappearance, Yami Yugi's quest for domination, the copulation that Yami Yugi sought from the hikari's. It was too much to digest all at once. Ryou placed a hand on Marik's shoulder, offering silent support.
Rishid spoke first, his concern for his master first in everything. "Then Yami Yugi is here and it was he who tried to kill Master Marik?"
"Yes. Bakura thinks that Yami's being controlled by some other force. Marik, do you know of anything that could relate to this? Your family has guarded the Pharoah's tomb for centuries."
Marik raised dull and lifeless lavendar orbs. "I haven't the slightest idea until Isis can interpret her visions. I'm tired. Is it even safe for me to go to my rooms?"
Bakura and Ryou passed a silent communication before Ryou stood, taking Marik's arm and helping the millionaire stand. "It isn't safe Marik but Rishid has set up a replacement bedroom in the basement. Noone can enter except from the door in the foyer; which will be guarded constantly by myself, Bakura or Rishid." The two men nodded in agreement. "I'll stay-"
"No Ryou. Both Hikari's can't be in the same room, just in case Yami finds a way in. I'll stay with him," Bakura patted Ryou's arm gently, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "I'm sorry," he whispered so that Rishid and Marik couldn't hear. "I'll make this all up to you later." Bakura took Marik's hand, leading him to the foyer.
"Bakura....I'll admit that I'm afraid." Marik whispered behind Bakura. There was nothing more nerve-wracking then the thought of the mysterious...of the unknown. A lump rose in Marik's throat as a sob attempted to work it's way to the surface. He wanted his Yami. Malik would keep him safe, he always did. Marik bit his lip, gnawing it to the point of blood. Bakura's grip on his hand was tight, his knuckles straining white from the force. Bakura and Ryou had come to Egypt for him. So that he would be safe from harm. As much as Marik knew that they didn't have much of choice in the matter, he still felt warm at the thought.
"Hn, you have good reason to be. It wouldn't be like he'd be taking YOUR virginity." Bakura smirked at the bewildered expression on Marik's face. "Don't act innocent with me, Marik. I know damn well that you and Malik fucked like rabbits in heat. You're forgetting, I used to be with him."
"We...we haven't actually had sex." Bakura arched a brow at Marik as they went inside the alternate bedroom. "I mean, he hasn't taken me in the ass." Bakura snorted, throwing himself on the bed and lounging lazily. Marik glared at him as he took as seat on one of the chairs. "We did everything and then some but never sex. Malik felt that it wasn't his right to take my virginity."
"That little bastard has softened."
"I would appreciate it if you wouldn't say those things about him. After all, if I can't remark on that stupid Yugi then you can't on Malik."
"Fine, whatever." Bakura dismissed it with a wave of his hand.
"So...we're all or have been virgins. Yami Yugi must've known. Ryou still is, yes?"
"Of course. We haven't exactly had the time to pursue the sexual side of our relationship."
"Well, wouldn't make sense that if Ryou and I lost our virginity to you or each other than we wouldn't be pure anymore."
"I dont think it works that way. It had to be forced. The submissive party cannot consent. You and Ryou would consent to me or Malik fucking you. No, it has to be Yami that fucks you. I also think that that Yami's seed has to infiltrate your bodies."
"Where the hell do you get that idea?" Marik scoffed, shooting Bakura a look that clearly stated he thought Bakura was an idiot.
"Dont give me that fucking look. Use your damn brain and you might just not have any problem figuring it out for yourself." Marik's expression remained vacant. "Dumbass. It wouldn't necessarily be domination if Yami cummed inside of a condom, now would it? The essence, remainder, proof, whatever, of the rape is the cum, right?"
Marik blanched at Bakura's crude word choice. "Cum? How old are you to be saying that?" Bakura's low growl stopped his patronizing. '"Sorry. Alright. I think you're insane to think that Bakura. I dont believe that Yami's semen has anything to do with it. How could it? It's not as if," Marik shuddered at the thought, "it could intermingle with our bloodstreams."
"Fine, smart-ass, what's your conclusion?"
"Rape is about stealing one's innocence. Was Yugi beat severely when he came to you?"
"Yes. Get on on with it."
"The blood from his anus was no doubt caused by Yami entering him roughly without preparation. As an old saying goes, 'One drop of innocent blood will stretch across the land and engulph the world in darkness.' It was on epitaph on the tomb of one of the greatest known empresses's the world had ever seen. From what I understand, Aastarte was also believed to be an orcale, a sage of immense wisdom and power. She left behind texts of her predictions and so far, the murder of Julius Ceaser, the fall of Rome, the disappearance of Atlantis, the murder of Christ, the Crusades, the 100 years War, both World Wars, and the terrorist attacks several decades ago had all been rightfully seen by her. Unfortunately, those texts are guarded by scholars in Thebes." Marik wearily rubbed his temples. "It is my assumption that this entire ordeal has something to do with that prediction. It seems to be grave for it was the only augury seen to be important enough to be placed on her tomb. No doubt she commanded them to be chiseled upon her time of death."
Bakura shook his head. "I can't believe this. Innocent blood.... Yugi's, yours and Malik's.... If Yugi's is already spilled than why Yami's insistence of regaining possession of him?"
"Who knows? Maybe Yami's real self is fighting for control of what's controlling him and wants Yugi with him or maybe the possessor wants to hurt Yami and by doing so, would hurt Yugi." Marik shrugged. "Isis will tell us tomorrow. I'm tired. Would you mind?" Bakura got to his feet, casually watching Marik removed his clothes and slide underneath the duvet. "I know you want to go to him..."
"Who?"
"Ryou. You could use this time together. Rishid can watch after me."
"No, he can't keep you from Yami."
"Bakura, this basement is surrounded by clay. There's not a chance in hell of him being able to tunnel his way through here. Besides, if you're that concerned, you could drag a bed or couch into the parlor and sleep at the top of the stairs."
"I might just do that. Rishid will be down in a minute. Make sure you scream if you hear something."
"I will and..Bakura...thanks."
"Hn, dont mention it." Bakura closed the door. Was Marik right? If he was than Yami Yugi would try harder in his plans. A sudden sense of dread clawed at Bakura's heart. What if leaving Yugi alone in Domino City had been a bad idea? But Yami was in Egypt. Yugi wasn't in danger...
"Bakura?" Rishid's worried voice disrupted Bakura's thoughts. "Is Master Marik alright?"
"He's fine. He wants you down there." Bakura jerked his thumb at the staircase. Rishid hurriedly went to Marik's room. Ryou was sitting at the small, oval table next to the hearth, sipping at a cup of tea. Bakura smiled, crossing the expanse of the room to wrap his arms around Ryou's shoulders. "Hi beautiful.."
A slow grin curled Ryou's lips. Haggard doe brown oculates met Bakura's harsher ones. "Hi beautiful yourself. How's Marik doing?"
"Best as can be expected."
"Meaning what?" Ryou teased, drawing Bakura around to stand in front of him, hands in Bakura's. It was so rare that Bakura showed his caring and compassionate side. It was truly an honor to witness it and it made Ryou's heart fill with so much love for him. The love that had always been there but had taken too many years to surface itself. Ryou knew that deep inside, the two had fallen in love the first day their eyes had met when Bakura came out of the Sennen Ring. Ryou reflected the opposite of Bakura and vice versa. They truly were made for one another.
"Meaning, my little light, that he's scared shitless." Bakura beamed at Ryou, slowly lowering himself onto Ryou's lap. "But let's not talk about him." He traced the ridges of Ryou's pouty lips with the tip of a finger, smirking when Ryou reflexively closed his eyes. "Let's talk about sex baby, let's talk about you and me.." Bakura softly sang off-key a song that Jou had been listening to that Bakura found to be absolutely smashing.
"Now, Bakura?" Ryou murmured, cracking on lidded eye open. "It doesnt seem appropriate..."
"Fuck appropriate." Bakura chuckled. "Literally. Come on Ryou...you've been wanting to see since I have you that hand job," he said silkily, knowing just how to convince Ryou to do anything he pleased. "Plus, there's the added benefit that you'll no longer be a virgin and won't be a fuck target for Yami."
Ryou purred as Bakura's fingers slid deftly to one of his pectorals, cupping the breast, his palm skimming the hardening nipple. "Do you really think being a virgin matters?" The earlier conversation with Marik came to him. No, it didn't matter. So long as they were taken against their will, raped, and their innocent blood spilled...Bakura refused to think of it anymore.
"Raise your arms Ryou." Ryou obeyed and Bakura quickly took the cumbersome shirt off. "Do you want this Ryou? Do you want me?" Bakura continued rubbing his palm against the teat, lowering his head to lather the neglected one with his tongue, bathing it throughouly. Ryou's cheeks were already flushed and his breathing was becoming increasingly shallow.
~ ~ ~
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