(Firstest things firstest hehe, I AM EMBARRASSED TO POST THIS, ITS TAKING ME A LOT OF COURAGE!! Okay I done, now for the first things first part)
First things first… CAN I NOT SPELL SMARTY1 RIGHT OR SOMETHING????!
How many times have I done that now?? --;; jeeze..
Anyways… well, this definitely goes against what I usually am all about.. LYING (not that..although lying is bad)
I wrote something very out of character for me… a lemon… bleh..
The Ryou Tristan thing, not really a lemon. No real details.
But I just couldn't help myself. I got going.. then BAM! Here it is.
Its kinda bad, considering I DON'T write lemons. I read them yes… do I write them? No
Anyways, thanks goes to: alostblackcat, yugiohlover, FREAK014, Ranma Higurashi, DarkWolf193
To DarkWolf193: Hey, that's a good idea, I never thought of it hehe
To Ranma: hey… I MISS YOUR CAPS, THEY DIDN'T ANNOY ME. I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THEN REALLY. Hehe
Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this chapter, I cant start writing again until Friday so I don't know the next update date.
..me.. Supposed to be doing a project that's due THURSDAY!! OMG!! I'M STARTING TO PANIC!!!
Anyways.. I leave. See you all later!
Title: Death Chose Me, and I wont Run Away Anymore
Author: Aera-chan
Series: Yugioh!
Date: 5-31-04 (is awaiting July… Eerie Queerie book 3 come out!!! BUY IT DAMNIT!!)
Rating: R
Chapter XX: The Gods may kill you, but I will save you…
"Kaiba, I want to take you out tonight."
"No."
"..please?"
"No."
"Why not?" Joey whined.
"Because I said no."
"That's not a reason."
"Yes it is."
"Just dinner, please."
"Fine."
Joey sat quietly. "You give up easily."
"Shut up."
Bakura watched the clock in silence. He watched every minute grow into an hour. The sun slowly falling behind the glittering towers of downtown Domino.
He felt the growing fear in his stomach. The wondering... if Ryou wanted to be here.
The fear that he was trying to get away from someone who was trying to hurt him.. the guilt of not being there.
Then there was always that pain.. that pain that came from..
...the realization... that he didn't want to come home..
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The phone rung. Bakura jumped in his chair.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Ryou? Is that you?"
"Who is this?" Bakura barked into the phone. He didn't mean to.. he had been trying to be more friendly lately.. for Ryou. Old habits die hard.. but he was under stress..
"Who the hell are you?! You better not be hurting Ryou or I'll come over there and kick your ass you mother-"
"Hey pal, what the hell do you want?! Who the fuck are you anyways?! I live here-"
"..are you Ryou's older brother?"
"Its our lie to the world.. they wouldn't understand us, they would never understand."
"I know."
Two large brown innocent eyes sparkled up at him. "Thank you.. Bakura.. brother.."
"Yes."
"Oh... I'm sorry.." He could hear the embarrassment on the other side of the phone. Who was this guy? "Sorry 'bout that. I'm Ryou's boyfriend Razor.."
..Razor..? ..Boyfriend..?
"Its our lie.."
"Oh, Razor.. I guess I've never spoken to you before. I didn't know your voice. Sorry about that."
Bakura wasn't sorry.. why should he be sorry? He was..
"I'm sorry, he isn't here. I'll have him call you when he gets home."
The other end was quiet. "When will he be home?"
"I cant say. But I will have him call you, I give you my word."
Bakura hung up the phone. He didn't want to hear anymore.
He stared long and hard at the small white phone. His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.
..Ryou.. had betrayed him.. he had lied.. lied...
He was used to being lied to.. he was used to the betrayal.. the hatred.. the illusions of trust.. and love...
...Ryou.. didn't.. lie..
He ripped the phone out of the wall..
The room was dark. Silent. The walls were black with long shadows.
His pillow was damp under his face. His cheeks long since stained with painful tears.
His lips moved numbly... clumsily forming each painful word.
A mantra pounding in his head. Each repetitive phrase eating away at his insides.
He coughed, the word caught in his pathetic sobbing.
Pathetic.. he was pathetic to want.. to desire.. to even think he deserved..
"...Yami..."
Dinner was quiet.
Joey fiddled with the black material of his suit.
..he had said...
...appearances..
"..are you.. afraid.."
Kaiba looked up at him over his soup.
"What did you say?"
"I said, are you afraid?"
Kaiba blew on the hot liquid. "There's more to it than that. I'm not afraid."
Joey laughed slightly. "You are afraid, I can tell." Kaiba looked up at him. "Why else would we be on a business date?"
Kaiba glared at him through his dark bangs. He growled, "I don't think you quite understand what we're doing, what we are, no better put than, 'flirting' with.."
"I know what I'm doing." Joey said crossing his arms. "I'm going out with the man I love. And I only want to flirt with him."
Kaiba gave a low laugh. "The man you love? That's a good one. Do you actually think you could seriously love me?"
Joey's face reddened with anger and embarrassment. "What do you mean by that?" he asked angrily. "That I'm not loyal? Not serious enough? Or that you're too good for me?"
Kaiba smiled darkly at him. "I think you would give up. Realize just how hopeless the situation is." He started into his quickly cooling soup. "Realize that some people were just not meant to be loved."
The blonde man didn't push the matter any further. He studied the other man in silence.
After the silence was near unbearable, Joey spoke in a low voice to him.
"You don't have to be afraid of me, you can trust me. I won't be disloyal to you Seto, I-"
He was cut off by the rough slap to his face. He stared at Kaiba who stood in front of him.
"Seto, why..?"
"Don't call me by that name, Wheeler." His voice was deep and dangerous. He turned on his heel quickly. "Good night!"
He was finally able to catch him in the parking lot. Kaiba's hands shook as he fumbled with the car keys.
"Kaiba, let me take you home."
Kaiba's body was pressed against the car door. Joey pressed himself against his back
"Wheeler-!"
"Kaiba, please listen to me. I would never hurt you. I would never ask you to do something you weren't ready for. And I will always be loyal to you. Kaiba-"
"Loyal? Loyal? That's a joke! You didn't seem very loyal when you blew me off like dirt. And you said-" Kaiba stopped talking.
..he couldn't tell him .. that it hurt..
..every second he was with Joey.. he grew weaker. He couldn't build his walls as strong anymore.. He couldn't protect himself..
His ice was melting.. he was drowning.
He was showing more and more of his throat to his wolf.. soon.. he'd even let him into his den..
He couldn't stop himself.. from seeking the wolf's soft bed..
..let me take you home..
"Take me home.. with you.."
Joey turned Kaiba to face him and pressed his lips to his quickly. They were pleading lips.. asking him to trust.. to give himself..
'I'm weak.. my back's showing.. death chose me.. and I won't run away anymore.'
Yami poured himself another cup of warm black coffee as he stared out the window. A few raindrops hit the glass pane. More and more followed..
A river roared down the quiet street…
He stared into the depths of the coffee.. pleading for an answer.
Kaiba was so different now. He was broken. Hiding. He was dying..slowly being eaten from the inside out.
"Joey.."
He was jealous. He was the one who was supposed to love Kaiba.. he was the one who would rebuild his heart.. he was the one who would bring him back to the light.. he was the one..
..who was going to make him live again.
..Not Joey.
'I didn't break him for you Joseph.. He was born for me. He is mine.'
"Kaiba.. is mine."
He heard the cries ringing through out the corridors. It sounded like a young child.
The young ten year old pharaoh hurried to the source of the noise.
A brown haired child cried to himself in the comforts of a large statue of Anubis.
"What are you crying about?" Yami asked the small boy curiously.
The boy looked up at him, his eyes wide in fear. He fell to his face, bowing to the Pharaoh.
Yami couldn't make out what he said exactly, but he could hear the begging and pleading in his voice.
"Tell me why you cry." he demanded. "Speak clearly and not to the floor."
"D-Death chose me, and I cant run away."
Yami smiled at him. "Are you waiting for Anubis to judge you?" he asked motioning to the statue.
The boy began to cry again.
Yami grew concerned with the child's tears. "Why has death chosen you? You are so young. How old are you child?"
"Six summers." He sniffled. "I-I'm going to be sacrificed to the Gods."
Yami knew not to mess with the Gods, but he would pray and sacrifice many of his cattle to keep the child.
"Sleep in my chamber tonight and throughout this month." The child's incredulous face made his heart melt. "You were dying, but I am going to make you live.."
Summer faded… and summer renewed itself…
"Yami.. I made this for you."
"Thank you Seth…" Yami said receiving the crown of flowers.
They lay together on the warm stone of his garden.
"You are seven now. Do you want to go to school?"
Seth had confused blue eyes. "…I.. can go to school?"
Yami nodded smiling. "You can learn to read and write. Would you like tha-"
He laughed, the brown haired boy hugging him tightly cutting off his sentence.
"Thank you.. Master."
The sun beat down on them, neither moving from each other's arms.
Yami rubbed his nose in his companions hair. "Will you do something for me Seth?"
Seth looked up at him. "Yes."
Yami, although he was the pharaoh and could have anything he liked, found himself stumbling over his words. He wanted to ask…
"Would you give yourself to me? That is.. when the right time comes.."
Seth didn't understand exactly.. But he would give anything to his master.
"Yes, I am yours, forever."
Yami smiled at him.
"I want to do something for you now."
"For me? What?"
Yami touched his lips to Seth's, and surprisingly, he didn't pull away..
Many summers and winters passed.. the sun never leaving its hot place in the sky.
A slim brown haired teen ran across the hot tiles, stopping to catch his breath beneath the tall shady palms.
"Yami.. Yami.." he called.
The man he called for appeared in between two tall marble pillars. "Seth.."
As the young boy was about to run to his master, a tall guard kicked him forcefully in the stomach. "You will address him as Pharaoh scum."
The guard pushed Seth's face into the marble tiles, holding him down roughly with his sandaled foot.
"Beg for forgiveness!" The guard ordered.
Seth cried into the floor. "My Pharaoh, forgive me! Forgive me!"
Yami's eyes burned in outrage. "Cease this right now!" he roared. "You," he said pointing to the guard who still held Seth beneath his foot. "You shall be executed at dawn! Now unhand him!"
Seth crawled to Yami's feet, hiding himself in his robes, his face buried deep in the soft cloth.
"Take him away."
The man was taken away by the other guards to the prison.
Yami carried Seth into his bed chamber. He breathed heavily after he lay him on his bed.
"You are getting too heavy to carry." he said with a smile.
He frowned looking down at the brown haired boy. "What is the matter?"
Seth shivered on the bed, his breathing rapid and choppy. "I-I am on your bed." His eyes grew in fear.
"I'm not going to hurt you.. you will not be punished for being here." Yami said lying down next to his boy.
Seth's breathing grew more normal. He smiled at his master.
"You meant what you said.. when you were asking for forgiveness, did you not?"
"Yes."
"Are you sorry?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
Seth's body began to curl into itself. His knees pulling themselves up to his chest.
"Every time I do something wrong.. you have to pay for it. Its my fault you lose men.. I'm only a burden to you."
Yami pushed his hand between Seth's legs under his light colored robe. He stroked and touched him softly.
"Yam- My Pharaoh..! What..?"
"It's the right time now.. You are fourteen summers old .. it has been eight years since I saved you.. Seven years since you promised yourself to me.."
The inner muscles of Seth's legs twitched, the feeling one he had never felt before. His leg kicked out strangely, his whole body starting into a twitching fit.
"Are you alright?"
He nodded. His mouth fumbling over words to say. His face was flushed and he was breathless.
Yami leaned down and kissed the small open hungry mouth.
He ravished the boy's mouth, lapping at the sweetness of ripe fig.
"You snuck into my garden again didn't you? Raided my fig trees." Yami's eyes twinkled with laughter.
Seth said nothing as he rubbed himself against the other man's leg. There were small prickles of tears in the corners of his eyes.
"I suppose you wanted me to continue didn't you?"
The boy whimpered when he pushed him away from his body.
"It hurts doesn't it? Hold on, I shall call a servant."
A woman ran quickly into the room, bowing.
"Fetch me sweet oil."
The woman glanced quickly at Seth in the bed before hurrying off to get the oil.
Yami turned around. He held Seth down by his arms catching him trying to masturbate himself. "Stop that!"
Seth cried into his neck. "It hurts, it hurts so much! Please master! Please!"
"I will help you, just be patient.. Servant! The oil! Quickly!" He felt his own throbbing painfully beneath his robes.
He called to other servants, having them fetch water, and soft cloths. Fans... sweet smelling salts..
Yami discarded his clothes quickly, his skin beaded with sweat from the sweltering heat.
Seth 's eyes turned away quickly in shame.
"Look at me Seth."
"N-No! I cant! The Gods will punish me! I'll be cursed!" Seth cried, his eyes closed tightly, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks.
"Look at me!" Yami demanded.
He could feel the body shaking underneath him, fear clenching him in its fist.
"It is a sin to look at the Pharaoh, the only exception is his wives.. and you.."
Seth opened his eyes slowly, he let his soft blue eyes wander over his master.
Every inch he took in, he shook with the dread of a lightning bolt coming to strike him dead.
His eyes lingered on his masters being. He closed his eyes and cried. Surely the Gods would hate him now.
"Touch wherever you want."
He shook his head furiously. The Gods would never agree!
Yami lifted the boy in his arms so that their bodies touched. Seth gasped as his pupils dilated themselves. He cursed himself as his hips regained their selfish desires.
"Oil!" Yami called to the servant who stood at the end of the bed. The woman ran to his side quickly, bowing and offering the oil.
He took it quickly and opened the vial.
The sweet scent spread throughout the chamber quickly, overtaking Seth quickly.
Yami slicked Seth down with the oil, making him soft and slippery. He took the oil and rubbed it on himself, pausing momentarily to calm himself down.
He felt little fingers in his armpits, he looked down to see Seth's pleading eyes looking up at him. The fingers played curiously with the soft hairs. He was being very patient to be in so much pain.
"Now don't cry. This is going to be different for you.."
Seth nodded quietly.
Yami pushed his fingers into the boy slowly. Seth made an odd chirping noise underneath him.
"Open you legs a little wider." he ordered. The boy obeyed.
The heat was growing unbearable. Sweat was beginning to pour down his brow. "FANS!" he screamed.
Four men began to beat their fans producing a soft cool gust of wind.
It unnerved Seth to have so many people watching them. Yami didn't seem to mind though, he had even called in some men to chant prayers.. It frightened him...
He let his mind fall on Yami again…
It was uncomfortable to have him prying into his body.. especially where he chose his entrance.
He had seen men on women before as he passed through the chambers at night. Is this what is felt like?
He felt sorry for the women.. this feeling.. it was.. not pleasant.
The fingers left him. He breathed out.
'Is this.. all?'
His hand found his way to his own being again, he rubbed and rubbed..
His hand was roughly slapped away again.
"No. You need to be patient."
He began to cry again as well. "I tried master.. I cant.."
"You have been. This is your reward."
He gasped as his master pushed into him.
..what reward..? It hurt.. it hurt more than his other feeling..
"..it hurts..." he cried to Yami.
Yami kissed his throat. "It will get..better.." he said trying to comfort Seth, his voice was breathless and raspy..
Yami didn't move for a long while. "Does it still hurt?"
Seth shook his head. "No.. its just.. odd.."
Yami pulled out.. then pushed in slowly. It took all his will power not to pound into him.
Seth gripped the older man's shoulders. It felt weird to have him moving inside of him... it was...
Yami repeated his motions. Once, twice.. again and again..
Finally he saw the Gods... he saw heaven..
He had never seen clouds so white...
The oils were intoxicating, they filled his nose and throat drowning him in their pleasant fumes.
The fans beat harder and harder in a pitiful attempt to squelch the fire brewing between the two of them.
Sweat fogged his eyes, the heat inside of him was more than any fire he had ever seen in the temples.
"Water.." Yami gasped. A woman servant wiped away the sweat on Seth's brow. He bowed his head slightly in thankfulness.
Teeth bit into the soft skin of his shoulder as he dug his own nails into his Pharaoh's back.
He could smell blood somewhere.. but he didn't mind.
Sweat, sweet oils, and the metallic scent of blood filled his nose making him dizzy..
One last smell filled his nostrils before he fell into an exhausted sleep..
The scent of their pure sex..
His.. and his master's sex scents.. the signal of their completion in bonding their bodies as one..
To be continued…
Me, I just ended it like that. I wanted to write more about Seth and Yami but ya'know.. I just randomly decided to post this today, so, that's what you get. Hehe
nobody seemed to really like last chapter, hopefully this ones better. alostblackcat, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.. You.. You lemon freak. Hehehe
JUST TO BE A HYPOCRITE… I wrote this chapter. I said I would never write a lemon.. Well, at least this one's not too much like most lemons.. They're all the same I swear.. I want something exotic. Hehe exotic dancers! Hehehe
Anyways. Being dumb like always. What am I typing for??? I just realized I had no reason for typing.. Bleh.. CHANGED THE TITLE AGAIN. Its going to make sense in the last chapter
YAY! I'm starting to set up this fic for the end!! Yay! dances
Betcha all cant wait for the end of this.. CAUSE IT WILL BE THE END!! HEHEHE
Whoa.. I said the 's' word… me = stupid
Anyways, you may realize that Seth is really kinda… Seto.. Ish.. Well.. I'M GOING TO MAKE THAT PART UP LATER AND ITS YAMI'S FAULT!! Hehehe poor Yami
PS: DON'T HATE YAMI!! I LOVE YAMI I JUST.. I need someone to be the bad guy.. Sorry Yam.