Disclaimer: YuugiOh belongs to a genius named Kazuki
Takahashi, not me. Worship him.
Warnings: This fic contains shonen ai and yaoi. If this sort
of thing isn't your cup of tea, fine. Leave. Sucks to be you. If
you *do*, though, come on in and read! It also contains traces (yeah,
right!) of swearing (lotsa that!) as well as a little bit of incest. Read at
your own risk.
A Moment in Time: Chapter Six
By Rian
Kawaii_Nekochan21@yahoo.com
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Bakura stared at his light, utterly and completely at a
loss for words.
Ryou gave Bakura a look of concern. "Are you alright,
yami? What's wrong?"
The said spirit shook his head quickly, trying to dispel
his confusion. "But... you said... about Malik --"
He was interrupted by a soft laugh. To him, that laugh
was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. "Oh, yami."
Bakura looked almost hurt, and Ryou swiftly replaced his
amusement with a serious expression. "Yami -- *Bakura* -- I
told you. I love you. And I love Malik. I... I don't know
how that's possible, or if it's possible at all, but it's how
I feel." He looked down. "If you don't share my feelings,
that's okay... I could, I don't know --"
He was caught off guard as his darkness swept him up in
a rather intimate embrace, the taller boy's face buried in
Ryou's neck. "I've loved you for so long," Bakura murmured
into his light's ear, a suspiciously wet trail working its
way down to Ryou's chin.
"Y-yami...?!"
"I'm sorry, Ryou," Bakura finally whispered, not
meeting his light's eyes. "I... I didn't know how to tell
you, and... then you and Malik... well..."
Ryou leaned forward and took Bakura's chin in his
hands, a serious look appearing. "I love you, Bakura. And
I love Malik. Does that bother you? I'm sorry if it does,
but... I can't stop my feelings..."
Bakura stopped smiling and stood up to his full
height, a grave expression on his pale face. "Do you," he
began slowly, "know how long I've wanted to fuck him?"
Ryou stared at his yami, dumbfounded, and Bakura
burst out laughing. "Of course I don't mind, love," he
murmured sensually into the smaller boy's ear. "I might
even get used to the whole thing. And who knows?" a
wicked grin appeared on his face. "Now that you've
gotten a taste of sex, maybe we can have a threesome."
The laughter of the small half-albino and the taller
boy echoed throughout the neighborhood.
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"Yami! Yami!" The excited shout of his light caught
Mariku's attention, making him look up from the murder
movie he had been watching on the tv.
"What?"
Malik grinned, joy shining out from his face. "Ryou
finally said it! He said he loved me! He loves me, Mariku! He
fucking loves me!"
Mariku cocked an eyebrow. "Oh? What about
the tomb robber? Where the hell does he come into this?"
Malik stopped cold, a mix of confusion, lust, fear,
love, and thoughtfulness on his face. "A-ano..."
The tall blonde egyptian rolled his eyes. "Ass."
"Shut up!" Malik shot back, trying to regain his
balance. "You're just jealous because Ryou doesn't love
you!"
Mariku stared at his light. "You still think I love
the kid? What the fuck are you thinking, brat?"
Malik grinned. "Don't you deny it! The only person
you might love otherwise is --" He stopped cold, a look
of horror washing over his tan face. "No..." he breathed.
His darkness grinned lecherously. "Damn straight."
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"Seto!" Mokuba ran at his brother, fear in his
expression. "I'm sorry, I tried to stop them, but Malik came
for Ryou and I couldn't make them stay and --"
"I know." the blunt, quiet answer from his elder
brother silenced the young Kaiba immediately, a look of
concern on his youthful face.
"Are you okay, Seto? What happened?"
"I met Ryou."
Mokuba stared at his brother, then led the tall boy
to a seat. "What did he say?" There was anger in his voice,
but there was something else, too; a sort of fear that
echoed throughout his whole being.
Seto looked at his brother in astonishment, then
softly laughed, surprising both of them. "I found out
that he's in love with, not just his damn darkness, but
that wretched Ishtar boy as well." A dry, bitter smile.
"I should have known, but I guess I'm thick that way."
"I could have told you that," Mokuba muttered
under his breath, though unfortunantly not quietly enough.
"What?" Seto's voice was sharp, and the younger
Kaiba brother swallowed.
"Um... well, see, I --"
"Mokuba." Seto's voice was quiet, now, but
brooking no disobedience, and Mokuba shut his mouth.
"Better. Now, Mokuba, I want the truth. How do you feel
about me?"
Mokuba looked up in surprise and shock. Of all
the questions he was expecting, that was one of the last.
"Wh-what...?"
He was further silenced by a hard kiss on his
young and soft lips, his brother's arms around his back,
on his knees before him. His eyes widened in surprise and
shock, then he slowly closed them, leaning into the
embrace.
It was over as suddenly as it began, leaving Mokuba
panting and slightly flushed, his eyes wide and wondering
at his elder brother.
Seto smiled sadly. "No, I'm not using you,
Mokuba. I... See, I finally realized what it was in your voice
whenever you'd ask me about Yuugi or Ryou. It was jealousy.
You were jealous. Jealous of me; right, Mokuba?"
Mokuba was silent, but his face gave away his
answer. Seto stared at him. "Why?" he asked softly,
his blue eyes fixed on the smaller brown ones.
"I... I..." Seto continued to watch him, his eyes
patient, his gaze penetrating. "I... I just love you,
big brother... I... I didn't want to lose you --"
"You love me in a different way than how brothers
are supposed to love each other, don't you, Mokuba?"
The smaller boy flushed with shame, not answering,
and Seto's gaze sharpened. "Don't you?"
The answer was almost inaudible. "Yes."
Suddenly the elder Kaiba's lips were on his brothers,
his arms around the smaller boy's slender torso, his
warm tongue in the other's mouth. "You love me the same
way I love you, then, right?" Seto murmured into his
little brother's ear, his tongue tracing little circles
on the boy's neck.
Mokuba gasped, then gently, almost shyly, moved his
hand into his brother's shirt, softly caressing the smooth
and hard muscle underneath. "I... I guess I do..." he
whispered back, flushing as his brother nipped gently at
the hollow of his throat.
"Then let's continue this elsewhere," Seto grinned
slyly, lust and love clouding his eyes as he picked up
the smaller boy and carried him into the bedroom.
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"Oh, for crying out loud," Malik groaned, sitting
back on the sofa. "Why him of all people?"
Mariku shrugged. "Hell if I know. It just... kind of
happened. I mean, hot damn! Have you seen his body?!"
Malik gaped at his darkness. "Wh-what...?"
Mariku grinned, looking up at the ceiling and
casually turning off the t.v. "Well... I think it might have been
at Battle City, when you were making a total ass of yourself --"
"Hold it! That was you, not me!" Malik protested.
"Shut up and let me finish," Mariku grumbled,
swatting at his light with a pillow. "As I was saying, as you were
making an ass of yourself, he was standing there, pretending to
be some kind of fucking cheerleader." a lecherous smirk crossed
his face. "Damn, can you imagine him in a cheerleaders outfit?!
I would *so* take him right then and --"
"YAMI!!!"
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"So, um, what the fuck am I supposed to tell him
again?"
"Oh, come on, yami! Just tell him you're sorry, then..."
"...Right..."
"Oh, I don't know! Just say whatever's on your heart!"
"Who says I have a heart?"
"*I* do, so do it!"
"Fine, fine..." Bakura moved to the front door of the
Ishtar's home and knocked, eyeing his light with both annoyance
and affection. "Honestly, you are such a manipulative little brat!"
Ryou smiled innocently, clasping his hands behind his
back." But you still love me, right?"
"Don't push me, dammit."
The door suddenly opened, leaving Bakura' s hand less
than an inch from Mariku's face. "Who are you talking to?!"
"Gah!" Bakura nearly jumped backwards then stopped,
scowling at the taller egyptian. "What the fuck! Don't do that!" a
slight cough from behind him reminded him of why he was there,
and he looked Mariku in the eye." Is Malik there?"
"I'm here," Malik's voice came behind his darkness,
startling both Bakura and Mariku.
"Malik!" Ryou exclaimed, jumping at the blonde
egyptian.
"Ryou!" Malik replied, hugging the pale haired boy to
his body. "Did you talk with Bakura?"
"We talked," Bakura interrupted, his arms crossed across
his chest as he frowned at the two lights. "And now we need to talk to
you, Malik. Why don't you invite us in?"
Malik swallowed and looked to his darkness for support,
but Mariku simply shrugged. "Whatever," he replied, moving back and
opening the door.
After they four young men were seated, Malik sitting
next to Mariku and Ryou sitting next to Bakura, Malik spoke.
"You wanted to talk to me?"
Bakura sat back, his arms crossed on his chest once more.
"We did. Ryou and I talked after we left you, and we both admitted
to one another that we do love each other." he tactfully ignored
the snort coming from next to Malik and smiled softly at his light.
"We also talked about you, Malik."
Malik was currently sweating bullets. "D-did you?"
Ryou smiled sweetly. "I told him that, as much as I
loved him, I loved you, as well. I don't love one of you more than
the other; I love you both the same."
Malik was cringing. "And...?"
Bakura looked straight at the young egyptian. "Malik,
tell me the truth. How do you feel about me?" At Malik's
confused expression, he tried again. "I mean... damn it, this is
so stupid! Could you ever see yourself loving me, Malik?"
Everyone present looked to the short tanned egyptian,
anticipating his response. Malik's mouth opened and closed, clearly
caught unawares, staring at nothing in particular.
Ryou looked nervous, as did Mariku, though no one
could figure out how that worked. "Well...?" Bakura ventured,
suddenly nervous.
The room stayed silent.
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End A Moment in Time: Chapter Six!
Bwahahahahahahahah! So, can anyone guess who it is that
Mariku loves? And no, before anyone even *tries* to guess, it is not,
I repeat, *NOT* Honda! Nooooo way! Absolutely not! But if you do
guess it right, lucky you! I'll write you a special story just for you, just
the way you want it!
By the way, if you do want a lemon, tell me sometime soon,
so I can decide whether to write it or not. If I do, though, no one had
better report me! I will be soooo fucking mad if someone does. So I
want my readers to either love lemons, or not be reading this fic! Hah!
Welp, this fic's almost done! Hey, I know... I'll write a side-
story. You know, about Mariku's love? His *secret* love? HAH! See
you all later! Review, please! -Rian
Takahashi, not me. Worship him.
Warnings: This fic contains shonen ai and yaoi. If this sort
of thing isn't your cup of tea, fine. Leave. Sucks to be you. If
you *do*, though, come on in and read! It also contains traces (yeah,
right!) of swearing (lotsa that!) as well as a little bit of incest. Read at
your own risk.
A Moment in Time: Chapter Six
By Rian
Kawaii_Nekochan21@yahoo.com
------------------------------------------------------------
Bakura stared at his light, utterly and completely at a
loss for words.
Ryou gave Bakura a look of concern. "Are you alright,
yami? What's wrong?"
The said spirit shook his head quickly, trying to dispel
his confusion. "But... you said... about Malik --"
He was interrupted by a soft laugh. To him, that laugh
was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. "Oh, yami."
Bakura looked almost hurt, and Ryou swiftly replaced his
amusement with a serious expression. "Yami -- *Bakura* -- I
told you. I love you. And I love Malik. I... I don't know
how that's possible, or if it's possible at all, but it's how
I feel." He looked down. "If you don't share my feelings,
that's okay... I could, I don't know --"
He was caught off guard as his darkness swept him up in
a rather intimate embrace, the taller boy's face buried in
Ryou's neck. "I've loved you for so long," Bakura murmured
into his light's ear, a suspiciously wet trail working its
way down to Ryou's chin.
"Y-yami...?!"
"I'm sorry, Ryou," Bakura finally whispered, not
meeting his light's eyes. "I... I didn't know how to tell
you, and... then you and Malik... well..."
Ryou leaned forward and took Bakura's chin in his
hands, a serious look appearing. "I love you, Bakura. And
I love Malik. Does that bother you? I'm sorry if it does,
but... I can't stop my feelings..."
Bakura stopped smiling and stood up to his full
height, a grave expression on his pale face. "Do you," he
began slowly, "know how long I've wanted to fuck him?"
Ryou stared at his yami, dumbfounded, and Bakura
burst out laughing. "Of course I don't mind, love," he
murmured sensually into the smaller boy's ear. "I might
even get used to the whole thing. And who knows?" a
wicked grin appeared on his face. "Now that you've
gotten a taste of sex, maybe we can have a threesome."
The laughter of the small half-albino and the taller
boy echoed throughout the neighborhood.
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"Yami! Yami!" The excited shout of his light caught
Mariku's attention, making him look up from the murder
movie he had been watching on the tv.
"What?"
Malik grinned, joy shining out from his face. "Ryou
finally said it! He said he loved me! He loves me, Mariku! He
fucking loves me!"
Mariku cocked an eyebrow. "Oh? What about
the tomb robber? Where the hell does he come into this?"
Malik stopped cold, a mix of confusion, lust, fear,
love, and thoughtfulness on his face. "A-ano..."
The tall blonde egyptian rolled his eyes. "Ass."
"Shut up!" Malik shot back, trying to regain his
balance. "You're just jealous because Ryou doesn't love
you!"
Mariku stared at his light. "You still think I love
the kid? What the fuck are you thinking, brat?"
Malik grinned. "Don't you deny it! The only person
you might love otherwise is --" He stopped cold, a look
of horror washing over his tan face. "No..." he breathed.
His darkness grinned lecherously. "Damn straight."
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"Seto!" Mokuba ran at his brother, fear in his
expression. "I'm sorry, I tried to stop them, but Malik came
for Ryou and I couldn't make them stay and --"
"I know." the blunt, quiet answer from his elder
brother silenced the young Kaiba immediately, a look of
concern on his youthful face.
"Are you okay, Seto? What happened?"
"I met Ryou."
Mokuba stared at his brother, then led the tall boy
to a seat. "What did he say?" There was anger in his voice,
but there was something else, too; a sort of fear that
echoed throughout his whole being.
Seto looked at his brother in astonishment, then
softly laughed, surprising both of them. "I found out
that he's in love with, not just his damn darkness, but
that wretched Ishtar boy as well." A dry, bitter smile.
"I should have known, but I guess I'm thick that way."
"I could have told you that," Mokuba muttered
under his breath, though unfortunantly not quietly enough.
"What?" Seto's voice was sharp, and the younger
Kaiba brother swallowed.
"Um... well, see, I --"
"Mokuba." Seto's voice was quiet, now, but
brooking no disobedience, and Mokuba shut his mouth.
"Better. Now, Mokuba, I want the truth. How do you feel
about me?"
Mokuba looked up in surprise and shock. Of all
the questions he was expecting, that was one of the last.
"Wh-what...?"
He was further silenced by a hard kiss on his
young and soft lips, his brother's arms around his back,
on his knees before him. His eyes widened in surprise and
shock, then he slowly closed them, leaning into the
embrace.
It was over as suddenly as it began, leaving Mokuba
panting and slightly flushed, his eyes wide and wondering
at his elder brother.
Seto smiled sadly. "No, I'm not using you,
Mokuba. I... See, I finally realized what it was in your voice
whenever you'd ask me about Yuugi or Ryou. It was jealousy.
You were jealous. Jealous of me; right, Mokuba?"
Mokuba was silent, but his face gave away his
answer. Seto stared at him. "Why?" he asked softly,
his blue eyes fixed on the smaller brown ones.
"I... I..." Seto continued to watch him, his eyes
patient, his gaze penetrating. "I... I just love you,
big brother... I... I didn't want to lose you --"
"You love me in a different way than how brothers
are supposed to love each other, don't you, Mokuba?"
The smaller boy flushed with shame, not answering,
and Seto's gaze sharpened. "Don't you?"
The answer was almost inaudible. "Yes."
Suddenly the elder Kaiba's lips were on his brothers,
his arms around the smaller boy's slender torso, his
warm tongue in the other's mouth. "You love me the same
way I love you, then, right?" Seto murmured into his
little brother's ear, his tongue tracing little circles
on the boy's neck.
Mokuba gasped, then gently, almost shyly, moved his
hand into his brother's shirt, softly caressing the smooth
and hard muscle underneath. "I... I guess I do..." he
whispered back, flushing as his brother nipped gently at
the hollow of his throat.
"Then let's continue this elsewhere," Seto grinned
slyly, lust and love clouding his eyes as he picked up
the smaller boy and carried him into the bedroom.
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"Oh, for crying out loud," Malik groaned, sitting
back on the sofa. "Why him of all people?"
Mariku shrugged. "Hell if I know. It just... kind of
happened. I mean, hot damn! Have you seen his body?!"
Malik gaped at his darkness. "Wh-what...?"
Mariku grinned, looking up at the ceiling and
casually turning off the t.v. "Well... I think it might have been
at Battle City, when you were making a total ass of yourself --"
"Hold it! That was you, not me!" Malik protested.
"Shut up and let me finish," Mariku grumbled,
swatting at his light with a pillow. "As I was saying, as you were
making an ass of yourself, he was standing there, pretending to
be some kind of fucking cheerleader." a lecherous smirk crossed
his face. "Damn, can you imagine him in a cheerleaders outfit?!
I would *so* take him right then and --"
"YAMI!!!"
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"So, um, what the fuck am I supposed to tell him
again?"
"Oh, come on, yami! Just tell him you're sorry, then..."
"...Right..."
"Oh, I don't know! Just say whatever's on your heart!"
"Who says I have a heart?"
"*I* do, so do it!"
"Fine, fine..." Bakura moved to the front door of the
Ishtar's home and knocked, eyeing his light with both annoyance
and affection. "Honestly, you are such a manipulative little brat!"
Ryou smiled innocently, clasping his hands behind his
back." But you still love me, right?"
"Don't push me, dammit."
The door suddenly opened, leaving Bakura' s hand less
than an inch from Mariku's face. "Who are you talking to?!"
"Gah!" Bakura nearly jumped backwards then stopped,
scowling at the taller egyptian. "What the fuck! Don't do that!" a
slight cough from behind him reminded him of why he was there,
and he looked Mariku in the eye." Is Malik there?"
"I'm here," Malik's voice came behind his darkness,
startling both Bakura and Mariku.
"Malik!" Ryou exclaimed, jumping at the blonde
egyptian.
"Ryou!" Malik replied, hugging the pale haired boy to
his body. "Did you talk with Bakura?"
"We talked," Bakura interrupted, his arms crossed across
his chest as he frowned at the two lights. "And now we need to talk to
you, Malik. Why don't you invite us in?"
Malik swallowed and looked to his darkness for support,
but Mariku simply shrugged. "Whatever," he replied, moving back and
opening the door.
After they four young men were seated, Malik sitting
next to Mariku and Ryou sitting next to Bakura, Malik spoke.
"You wanted to talk to me?"
Bakura sat back, his arms crossed on his chest once more.
"We did. Ryou and I talked after we left you, and we both admitted
to one another that we do love each other." he tactfully ignored
the snort coming from next to Malik and smiled softly at his light.
"We also talked about you, Malik."
Malik was currently sweating bullets. "D-did you?"
Ryou smiled sweetly. "I told him that, as much as I
loved him, I loved you, as well. I don't love one of you more than
the other; I love you both the same."
Malik was cringing. "And...?"
Bakura looked straight at the young egyptian. "Malik,
tell me the truth. How do you feel about me?" At Malik's
confused expression, he tried again. "I mean... damn it, this is
so stupid! Could you ever see yourself loving me, Malik?"
Everyone present looked to the short tanned egyptian,
anticipating his response. Malik's mouth opened and closed, clearly
caught unawares, staring at nothing in particular.
Ryou looked nervous, as did Mariku, though no one
could figure out how that worked. "Well...?" Bakura ventured,
suddenly nervous.
The room stayed silent.
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End A Moment in Time: Chapter Six!
Bwahahahahahahahah! So, can anyone guess who it is that
Mariku loves? And no, before anyone even *tries* to guess, it is not,
I repeat, *NOT* Honda! Nooooo way! Absolutely not! But if you do
guess it right, lucky you! I'll write you a special story just for you, just
the way you want it!
By the way, if you do want a lemon, tell me sometime soon,
so I can decide whether to write it or not. If I do, though, no one had
better report me! I will be soooo fucking mad if someone does. So I
want my readers to either love lemons, or not be reading this fic! Hah!
Welp, this fic's almost done! Hey, I know... I'll write a side-
story. You know, about Mariku's love? His *secret* love? HAH! See
you all later! Review, please! -Rian