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Luce Scura
by Yami Bakura
Omi and Kalen found themselves across the street from a little ramen shop, and went in there to get something to eat. Kalen surprised Omi with the amount he ordered.

"I haven't eaten in a while. I'm STARVED" he said, amicably. Omi laughed, and then realized how well he was getting along with this person. They liked the same things; half an hour of conversation had revealed that. Hacking, movies, and computers in general were Kalen's LIFE. Omi had to keep a sharp eye on his mouth, or else he'd have revealed FAR more than he needed to. Namely, his night job. Fortunately, Kalen wasn't interested in what he did for a living, farther than the flowershop, and how he came to be there. Omi told Kalen that his grandmother was the owner, and the other three who worked with him were his best friends.
"What about the one who came in just before me? You all seemed to have a negative reaction to HIM. Is he bad?" Kalen asked, his voice soothing. Omi felt entranced.
"Bad? Nagi? No. Not really. We just don't like him much. We had several fights with his... family and him, and none of us get along too well."
"I see," was the response. Kalen smiled, and Omi felt that familiar feeling of his breath catching in his throat. "Are you finished eating? The movie starts in about 20 minutes."
"How do you know?" Omi said, almost as intelligently as his 'uh - what' earlier. Kalen smiled again.
"I was going to go see it, anyway, and then I walked past your shop on the way to the theatre, and wanted to see you."
Omi blinked, the words sinking in slowly. "See... me?"
Kalen laughed. "Of course, silly. I'm one of your biggest fans. I bought this for you. I heard somewhere its your favorite. Am I right?" He produced several of their biggest, most beautiful freesia blooms. Omi's eyes widened.
"You bought these for ME?" he gasped. "Whatever for?"
Kalen chewed his lower lip, delicately. Omi found his gaze trapped on those perfect white teeth nibbling the full pink skin, and he wanted to copy it SO badly...
Kalen was speaking. Omi forcibly wrenched his eyes off Kalen's mouth, and back to his eyes.

"What?"
Kalen laughed again, hardly able to catch his breath. "I said I bought them because I wanted you to have them, and now we need to get going before we miss the movie." He stood, and Omi followed his example.
"Oh don't worry. There's at least twenty minutes of ads before the movie really begins, you ought to know that."

By the time they made it to the theatre, had snacks and drinks, and navigated the aisles in the darkness, the movie was just beginning. Kalen chose a seat near the back, shrouded in darkness, and sat down. For it being just out, there were surprisingly few people in the theatre, something they were both grateful for. About half an hour into the movie, Omi was nearly in Kalen's lap. He was embarrassed as hell, but he was grateful for the comfort, because the movie was terrifying him. He kept trying to tell himself it was just a movie, but he knew he was going to have nightmares that night.
Kalen, for his part, didn't seem to mind that his new friend was practically sitting on him. He was thoroughly enjoying the night, and the movie, and stole a glance at Omi's face in the cold light of the movie. His eyes were wide, and his hair messy. He was, like Kalen had done not an hour before, chewing his bottom lip in such a way that Kalen could hardly keep himself from leaning forward and kissing him right then and there. There were a couple people behind them, and a few off to their left and in the front, but Kalen didn't think the movie would distract them for long if two guys started making out. Then again, maybe he wouldn't have to wait until that night. If Omi was willing...
Very slowly, and delicately, he undid the fastenings on Omi's jeans, and slid his hand inside. Omi tensed, and nearly jumped a mile high when he felt the soft touch on his most private area, but at the gentle "shhh" from Kalen, he relaxed and leaned his head on Kalen's shoulder.
/YES! Soon now, my beloved Omi.../

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Marik sat at the kitchen table with Yami and Bakura, all three of them grouching about how Omi had run off.
"He could be ANYWHERE! With ANYONE! What about that creepy guy who followed him out? I don't know about you, but he seemed like bad news to me." Marik said. Yami nodded his assent.
"You think he followed him? Maybe he came here specifically FOR to see Omi?"
"Whatever," Bakura growled. "I've only been with him two days, and he's already throwing the damn ring around. Who gives a shit what happens to him? He obviously doesn't care about the rest of us."
Yami nearly reached across the table to strangle the tomb robber. His own hatred of him, combined with Ken's brotherly love for Omi made Bakura's words that much worse. "Quit that! Just because you didn't get to go with him isn't any excuse to just throw him to the wolves that way."
Marik spoke up again. "Is it just me, or did that guy Omi was staring at give you the creeps?"
Bakura was silent for a moment, and then he gasped. "Marik, did Malik ever tell you that legend of the Evil?"
Marik frowned. "The what?"
"You mean it's DEAD in this time? Pharaoh, YOU know what I'm talking about, right? The ancient evil that threatened to wipe out the known world, and recreate it how he saw fit?"
Yami nodded slowly. "Yes, I do recall something like that. But that was more than five thousand years ago. You don't think...?"

"I do think. I KNEW I recognized that revolting stench. When I was a kid, there was tomb no one went near. It stank to high heaven, but it wasn't a physical smell. It was more of a spiritual smell. Anyone with ANY sensitivities at all could feel it from miles away. A thousand years before my time-" for Marik's benefit, he clarified, "six thousand years ago, there was an evil, evil man. He sought to destroy the world, and all the people and knowledge, and animals, and everything, and remake a world of darkness, one he could control like a god. He was sealed up in a tomb - the same one no one would go near when I was a kid. Just before I was sealed away, in that damn ring, he nearly made it free, but the Shadow Monsters were used to ..re-seal him. Apparently, they did a better job of this the second time, because his scent around the tomb vanished, and he wasn't able to make it out again. I heard the legends a couple times, when someone who knew them would put the ring on, but as my memories faded, so did my knowledge of what they were talking about. We've got to go to Egypt, and find out if that tomb is still sealed!"
"And if its not?" Yami.

"Then isn't it obvious? We hunt down this ancient evil dude, and destroy him. I've always wanted to be the hero." Marik.

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Omi stifled a gasp. Kalen wrapped his hand around his manhood, and was rhythmically squeezing him. Every few seconds he would, without warning, shift to sliding his fingers up and down, before resuming his light massage. It was the most erotic thing Omi had ever experienced.
That he was experiencing it in the back of a dark theatre with a near stranger didn't faze him in the least. He bit down on his lower lip again, trying to keep the whimpers, gasps, and moans INSIDE, where they belonged. If he made any weird movements, or noises, the people around them would be able to figure out what was going on, and they'd get kicked out for sure.

Omi leaned against Kalen and arched his hips gently, silently urging him on. It felt SO good he felt like he was going to explode if the feelings didn't increase somehow... Something needed to be MORE... More touching, more pleasure, more room to move, more building slowly -
NO... No more of that, he wanted it NOW...
The next gasp he couldn't help, but it was so quiet it was a mere whisper of breath against Kalen's cheek.

The pleasure kept BUILDING, and showed no signs of release any time soon. Offhandedly, it occurred to him that Kalen sure knew what he was doing. If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought Kalen could read minds. New things were tried, ceaselessly, and the best were repeated while the ones he didn't care for were not. Strangely, every so often, Kalen would let out a sigh, and every time he did, the pressure build-up of Omi's orgasm would drop, setting him back.

Finally, when Omi was sure he was going insane, or had died and this was hell, constant pleasure without gratification, he came. He cried out too, louder than he ought to have, but the movie had just hit a 'jump scene' and several others in the theatre had jumped and shrieked, as well. Panting, Omi laid his head on Kalen's chest. He was exhausted for some reason, and couldn't keep his eyes open.
"Want to go home, Omi?" Kalen asked, noticing his drooping eyes. Omi nodded, and they stood. Kalen had managed to re-fasten Omi's pants, and there was no visible evidence of what had transpired in the dark. Half-way back to the koneko, Omi began feeling weaker and weaker, and was quickly unable to stay upright. Kalen swept him off his feet, and carried him the rest of the way. Bakura opened the door, and immediately noticed the unconscious Omi in Kalen's arms.

"What have you DONE to him?" Bakura snarled, snatching him. Kalen merely watched him impassively.
"Nothing. We were walking home, and he suddenly felt weak, and collapsed."
Bakura could smell the lies, but he didn't feel like dealing with them yet. So he settled for slamming the door in Kalen's face, and carrying Omi to bed.

Theres chapter five, and now Yami kitsune can stop bugging me about it. Sorry about the disclaimer… I started writing, and then … rambled. Oh well, it was fun. I don't think there will be any more disclaimers like that. -
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