Ria: I don't own Yugioh or any mythical creatures that happen to appear in this fic… thank you.
Ria: This is AU and takes place in a magical land, whose two kingdoms are currently at war, basic good versus evil. What will happen if the two rulers end up meeting and fall for each other with one not realizing the other's status? Will peace settle, or will chaos rule the land? Yaoi. YY/YB. Oh yes, if anyone would like a copy of the list of magical creatures I'm going to use with basic descriptions of them, review and give me your email address.
… time/scene change
Division of sides (major characters):
Good
Yami
Yugi
Jonounchi
Honda
Malik
Evil
Bakura
Ryou
Seto
Duke
Marik
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"Fine," he replied huskily, pressing Atem against himself tightly and grinding his hips, causing their lengths to rub against each other through Atem's pants. "We'll play first," he finished, hearing Atem moan in pleasure.
Bakura continued to kiss Atem and vaguely realized that the tub wasn't the best place to have fun...his activities with Marik and Seto taught him that. Pulling off Atem's pants, Bakura put a hand over Atem's mouth to keep him from whimpering.
"Relax, I won't do anything, yet. I doubt you want to walk around in wet pants though," he murmured, Atem looking at him curiously.
"What do you mean by walking around?" he asked as Bakura pulled him out of the tub and handed him a towel. Wrapping it around his waist, Atem noticed that Bakura did the same.
"I'm not taking anyone in a bathtub, as big as it may be. It's too awkward," Bakura said, picking Atem up and carrying him into the bedroom, dumped his slave on the bed, quickly joining him.
Atem curled an arm around Bakura's neck and pulled himself into a bruising kiss. Bakura was a bit taken aback, but returned the kiss, rolling Atem onto his back and laying on top of him, thus establishing initial dominance, which Atem granted him slightly reluctantly. Bakura smirked into the kiss and ground his hips against Atem's again, drawing a gasp from his mouth.
Atem opened his lips at the gasp, and felt Bakura's tongue enter his mouth and decided that he wouldn't be submissive unless Bakura earned the right of dominance. Fighting back with his tongue, Atem was surprised when Bakura backed off and allowed him to dominate the kiss. Atem used his strength and rolled them over, so now Bakura was on his back.
"Feisty aren't we?" Bakura asked with a smirk.
"No, I'm just not going to allow myself to be dominated without a fight," Atem retorted, kissing his way down Bakura's torso. Bakura just smirked and closing his eyes, let Atem have his fun before he would take the initiative and switch positions. His thoughts went out the window, however, as Atem removed his towel and taking his length into his mouth, started sucking on it.
Atem smirked in an amused way and went to extra lengths to drag the gasps and soft moans that Bakura let out. Atem kept teasing Bakura, going agonizingly slow, until as much as Bakura was enjoying it, decided that enough was enough. He pulled Atem towards him and off his length, only to remove the tan figure's towel and suck on the exposed length, using his teeth to graze it gently. Atem groaned and writhed under him, but Bakura paid him no attention as he fondled Atem also and then slipped a finger into the tri-color haired boy's entrance.
Atem gasped loudly and started struggling as Bakura caused him to release in the albino's mouth, slowly pumping his finger in and out of Atem, looking for a certain sweet spot. Bakura swallowed Atem's seed and mildly glared at Atem. "Do you want me to shackle you to the headboard? I'll do it if you keep struggling," he growled softly.
"No, sir," Atem panted and then yelped and bucked his hips, seeing stars, as Bakura found what he was looking for. "What the hell was that?"
Bakura merely added a second finger, ignoring Atem's protests and started a scissors motion, stretching his slave out before adding a third finger. After Atem got used to the three way stretching, Bakura hit Atem's sweet spot once more, enjoying the way Atem's hips immediately bucked and Atem arched his back in pleasure.
Atem couldn't take any more. His length was fully erect again, and he wanted to feel Bakura inside of him. "Please," he whispered.
Bakura looked at him, withdrawing his fingers. "Please what?" Bakura asked coyly, stroking Atem's length, dragging a loud moan from him.
"Bakura! Please take me!" Atem cried as Bakura licked his member.
"Why should I?" Bakura asked, exciting Atem again, not caring that Atem was starting to really need. Atem knew this and climbed into Bakura's lap, since Bakura was sitting, idly stroking Atem. Looking into the chocolate orbs, Atem pulled Bakura into a bruising kiss to distract himself as he impaled himself fully on Bakura's rather large length.
Bakura figured that Atem would scream in pain, being a virgin and all, so he slipped his tongue into Atem's mouth to muffle the scream as he started to let it out. Hearing Atem quiet down, Bakura gently stroked his hair and urged Atem to take his time getting used to the feeling.
Atem rested his head on Bakura's shoulder and took deep breaths. After a minute, he shifted to get used to the feeling of someone being in him, and squirmed in pleasure. Bakura took that as a sign that Atem was ready and started to slowly bring him up and down on his length.
Atem laid his head on Bakura's shoulder again, panting slightly as he tangled his hands into Bakura's damp hair. Bakura's movements made him feel complete, as if a piece to the puzzle of his life that was missing all of his life was finally added. Never had he felt something so wonderful.
Bakura noticed that Atem had gotten quiet and decided that he was holding back too much. Seeing that Atem's neck was exposed, Bakura started kissing and nibbling it.
"Mm, Bakura, that tickles," Atem moaned with a slight giggle as the two kept moving at their leisurely pace.
Bakura smirked and working his way to the junction of Atem's shoulder and neck, bit down hard, drawing a little blood. Feeling Atemu arch his back and gasp, Bakura nursed that spot and then used his hands to grope Atemu's chest, playing with the nubs there.
Atem let him do that for a while, letting out small sounds of pleasure before pulling his torso away from Bakura so he could stare into the other's eyes. "Harder," Atemu murmured.
"Harder what?" Bakura asked. Atemu gestured downward and then gestured that he was getting bored with their current pace. "Are you sure? I can't control myself after this," Bakura muttered.
"I don't give a fuck," Atemu managed to get out. Bakura grinned at that and laying Atemu on his back, shackled his hands to the headboard and started increasing the pressure.
Atemu gasped and arched his back, bucking his hips in the process as Bakura's thrusts grew harder and harder until Bakura was slamming into Atemu, hitting his sweet spot every time. Feeling Bakura snake his hand between their colliding bodies, Atemu barely had time to wonder what he was up to before he felt Bakura's hand start stroking his length in time with his thrusts.
Gritting his teeth, Atemu tried to hold off his climax but felt his body betray him, coating both of their bodies as he cried out. Bakura slammed into Atemu for another minute before climaxing himself and collapsing on top of his servant.
"Are you all right?" Bakura asked, unlocking Atemu's wrists and pulling the shaking boy into his arms.
Atemu looked at Bakura, concern flooding the brown eyes. "I'm fine, I'm just not used to this type of activity," he murmured, kissing the Balornian ruler tenderly before drifting off to sleep.
Bakura looked at Atemu after pulling himself from the boy. Why was it that he felt so attracted to this slave, compared to the others that came before him. With a shrug, Bakura figured that he finally found that special someone who he would do anything for. Accepting that thought, Bakura cuddled Atemu closer and fell asleep.
…
Marik sat awake and looked at his brother who was snuggled in his arms. Malik had been having a nightmare, so Marik had pulled Malik into his arms and had comforted him like he did for Ryou when the small albino had nightmares. Now that he was finally reunited with his brother, Marik didn't want to leave him ever. Feeling Malik stir, Marik looked down into partially opened lavender eyes.
"M-Marik? What's going on?" Malik asked with a yawn.
"You were having a nightmare, ototo," Marik replied, smoothing the younger twin's hair.
Malik fidgeted a little. "Oniisan, let me go," he said with a slight whine at their use of their old nicknames. Marik smirked and dropped him so that his head bounced off of the bed.
"Oww," Malik growled before glaring at his laughing twin before standing and pulling on his day clothes and putting on his cloak.
"Ototo, where are you going?" Marik asked once he stopped laughing.
"For a walk now that I'm awake," Malik replied stopping at the window and looking out before glancing at Marik. "You coming or what?"
Marik blinked and scrambled into his own clothes and cloak. "So where are we going?" he asked a few minutes later as the two walked the battlements.
"To the stables. I want to check on Randalan," Malik replied.
Randalan lifted his head as he heard stable door open and two sets of footsteps come down the hall. "Master Malik," Randalan greeted, standing and coming tenderly over to the door of his stall.
"Hey Rand," Malik replied, stroking Yami's pure-white mount, "How's your injuries?"
"Give me about three weeks and I'll be good as new. Yugi gave me a unicorn draught this morning, and it has already healed my cuts and sprains," Randalan snorted and then shifted his attention to the newcomer. "Who's this?" he asked.
"Randalan, this is my twin, Marik," Malik introduced as Marik emerged from the partial shadow cover.
Randalan leaped backwards with an angry snort, ears pinned back, and landed on his right leg. "Rand!" Malik cried, at the fallen Pegasus' side in a second, "Are you all right?"
"I'll be fine. He's Balornian! What is he doing here?" Rand demanded.
Malik looked to where Marik stood, at a loss concerning what to do. "Marik! In the storage room, there's a blue flask. Get it for me," Malik said, noticing Rand was in pain from landing on his leg and then bumping his right wing as he fell.
Marik snapped out of his hesitation and jogged to the storeroom before returning with the aforementioned flask. "Here," Marik said, entering the stall, but froze at the door when Randalan snapped in his direction.
"Thanks," Malik said, getting the flask from Marik and putting the one end in Randalan's mouth. "Drink, Rand," Malik said. Randalan sighed and gulped down the contents, stretching his leg once done.
"What did you give him?" Marik asked curiously.
Malik sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "It's a draught that Yami made for Randalan long ago. It's a mixture of Unicorn horn, water, and some ingredients that he never disclosed," Malik explained.
"So Rand is Yami's Pegasus?" Marik asked as the two left the stall and headed for a walk in the forest.
"Yeah, he was riding him the day of the battle…" Malik started and then stopped talking, eyes wide as Marik turned to him with a smirk on his face.
"So Seto managed to capture the legendary king of Trina. I wonder what became of him. Bakura's not known to be nice to his prisoners," Marik sneered, his voice becoming cold and sharp.
"Don't tell anyone!" Malik pleaded, grabbing Marik's cloak, "If anyone finds out, I'll be tried and killed under grounds of treason!"
Marik smiled and pulled Malik up by the back of his cloak. "Don't worry Ototo, I won't," Marik promised before continuing to walk, Malik tagging along after him.
…
"Marik, where are we?" Malik asked uncertainly some time later, grabbing his brother's hand.
Marik looked at the desolate trees and sighed. "We're in Balorn," Marik replied quietly before pushing ahead.
"Marik! Wait!" Malik called, trying to follow, but got entangled in thorns.
In an instant Marik was at Malik's side and was closing his hand around Malik's throat. Not enough to harm, but definitely enough to stop Malik from uttering a sound. "Listen to me!" Marik hissed quietly, "If you value your life, do not make a noise or if you must, do so very quietly. Creatures live in this part of the forest that won't hesitate in killing you. Am I clear?"
Malik nodded mutely and Marik released his throat to help untangle him. "So where are we going?" Malik murmured, once again taking Marik's hand.
"Well, since Corrinda was shot down and sacrificed herself so I wouldn't get hurt upon landing, I need a new mount, and white doesn't suit my tastes," Marik explained.
"There's Pegasi in this part of the forest?" Malik asked in awe.
"Yes, but they're black. You have to be absolutely silent now, or we'll scare the parents away, taking their babies with them," Marik whispered, his voice below a whisper.
Malik nodded and followed Marik down the revealed path worn clean by many hoof tracks.
Coming upon a huge tree, Marik looked up and whistled shrilly. Immediately, a dark shape departed from the top and dove straight towards the two. "Don't move a muscle, he won't hurt us," Marik muttered in Malik's ear.
The black Pegasus spread his wings at the last second and glided over the twins' heads, to land neatly behind them. "Master Marik, it's a pleasant surprise to see you. Word spread that you were captured," the Pegasus said, sweeping into a graceful bow.
"Indeed I was," Marik agreed, "but you should have known that nothing will hold me for long."
"True," the Pegasus agreed before fixing his piercing gaze on Malik and swiveling his ears back slightly. "Who's this?"
"Baralakan, this is my long lost twin Malik. Malik, this is Baralakan, mighty brother to Baralkin, Lord Bakura's mount," Marik introduced.
Baralakan stepped forward so his regal nose was an inch from Malik. Sniffing in the younger's scent, Baralakan nodded in acceptance and stepped back. "So what brings you to our mighty nest?" he asked Marik, allowing Malik to hesitantly stroke his neck, prompted by Marik's nudge.
"Corrinda was shot down. She died to save my body from shattering."
"Ah," Baralakan said, bowing his head, "I take it you would like a new mount to raise?"
"And one for Malik too, he just joined Bakura's fleet, and will need a mount."
"Very well, I'll fly you both up to the nest," Baralakan said, kneeling so the two could climb on. Once they got to the nest, Marik and Malik slid off.
"Take your pick," Marik told Malik before going over to a clump of baby Pegasi and picking one up and looking the baby over before stroking the body gently.
"How do I know which one to pick?" Malik asked. Baralakan chuckled and nudged Malik to the group of sleeping babies.
"You'll know. Your brother has a knack for picking out his bonded one at first glance," the Pegasus said before going over to Marik and his baby Pegasus. Malik sat down and started stroking the babies idly one by one. When his fingertips brushed against one that was partially awake, the baby raised his head and yawning, climbed over his brothers and sisters and settling into Malik's lap, fell back asleep. Malik stroked the baby in his lap and felt a shiver run up his arm.
"Marik, what was that shiver that I felt?" Malik asked.
Marik looked at his brother. "It's what you feel when you touch your bonded one," he explained.
…
A while later, Marik and Malik made their way out of the Trinan forest, both carrying sleeping black bundles.
"Malik, what are you and Marik carrying?" Yugi asked from where he was perched on Flashfoot.
"They're black Pegasi!" Flashfoot declared, prancing nervously at the sight of enemy mounts.
Yugi calmed his friend and slid off, going over to the twins. "So they are," he murmured in awe.
"Marik showed me them and then I got to pick one," Malik murmured, cuddling his little one, "You won't make me get rid of him, will you?"
Yugi rubbed his temples and mouthed in a mantra, what would Yami do? Finally looking at the two, he sighed. "Yami would get a kick out of them," he replied, "I guess you two can keep them, but make sure they get along with the other Pegasi first."
Marik and Malik nodded and followed Flashfoot to where the white Pegasi were relaxing in the sun, Rand among them.
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Yami groaned in a slight protest as the sun emerged from behind a cloud and struck him in the face. Feeling someone shift behind him, Yami was suddenly aware of a warm mouth kissing down his spine. "Hello Bakura," Yami yawned as he rolled over to look into brown eyes.
Bakura grinned and pulled Yami into a bruising kiss. "You're so tempting when you do that to me," he said in a mock growl as Yami began kneading his shoulders and neck.
"Do what?" Yami asked innocently.
Bakura growled low in his throat and rolled so that he was straddling Yami's waist, Yami on his back. "Make yourself so damn desirable by massaging my shoulders," Bakura replied, kissing Yami softly.
Yami watched through lidded eyes as Bakura got up and strode to the bathroom. Wanting to join him, Yami got to his feet and promptly fell with a gasp of pain as he took a step.
Bakura poked his head out of the bathroom and seeing Atem crumpled on the floor, started laughing. "Atem, you're not going to be able to walk right for a few days," he chuckled.
"No, fucking, shit," Yami growled as he pulled himself up using the bed as a support.
"Ah, ah, ah. No need for such language," Bakura said, going to Atem and picking him up carefully. Entering the bathroom, Bakura set Atem in the warm water and joined him.
"Mmm, This feels so nice," Yami said as he felt Bakura wash his hair gently.
"Good," Bakura replied, rinsing his lover's hair. Bakura was busy washing his own hair when he heard Atem sigh. "Something wrong?" Bakura asked.
Yami turned from where he was looking out the window. "Not really, I miss my home that's all. I miss the view of the ocean from where I could see it from my window," he said with another sigh.
Bakura sighed and dunked his hair under water to rinse it. "I don't know how to fix that particular problem," he said after a pause, "but maybe once you're able to walk again we'll go for a flight. I'll show you a sight that will rival that of the ocean."
Yami snorted. "I highly doubt that. You've never seen the ocean up close. Mermaids playing in the shallows, aquatic life doing tricks farther out, while water nymphs played pranks on the satyrs," he replied.
Bakura rolled his eyes. "We'll see," he said.
…
That night, Randalan laid in his stall contemplating the sanity of his king's best friend and that twin of his. Only Powder got along with the two black Pegasi as of yet. Speaking of which…Rand stood and nudged his stall door open. Slowly going to the pile of leaves that Malik had hastily constructed for them to sleep in until they could make a proper nest, Rand looked and saw that one of them was awake and watching him.
"Who are you?" the little pegasus asked.
"I am Randalan, mount to Trina's king," Rand replied, "Who are you?"
"I'm Corron," the fledgling said with an air of pride but then shivered, "and this is my brother Odan."
"Are you cold little one?" Randalan asked, noticing the shiver and feeling a protective feeling rush through him.
"We both are," Odan murmured quietly as he raised his head.
Rand sighed and picked Odan up by the scruff of his neck and placed the baby on his back near his uninjured wing. Doing the same with Corron, Rand made sure they wouldn't fall and then headed back into his stall. Laying down, Rand felt the two slide off and occupy themselves by burrowing into the warm straw, curious of their new surroundings.
Odan sneezed from some hay dust and popped his head up. Seeing Randalan lay his head down to sleep, Odan waded through the hay and snuggling under Rand's wing, fell asleep. Corron, becoming sleepy, followed suit.
Rand started and looked at the two. Seeing them peacefully sleeping already, he shrugged and stretched his wing to cover them better. 'Maybe they're not so bad,' was Randalan's last thought before he drifted off to sleep.
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Ria: Yay Baby Pegasi! I think they're so cute. Corron and Odan are so cute! If anyone can, do you think you can draw them for me? I admit I'm not that good. I will be picking up the pace in the next few chapters. Remember, read and review please.