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
By the way, if you were confused the last few chapters, I interchanged Atem and Yami based on whoever's semi-POV I am going from. Lemon in this chapter!
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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.
The next morning, Malik and Marik entered the stables and stopped short when their pegasi weren't in their nest. "Malik, I thought you said they would be safe there," Marik hissed.
"I thought so too. They can't have gone far, the stable doors were closed," Malik reasoned, not liking the angry look on his brother's face.
"Master Malik, what are you fretting about?" Randalan asked, putting his head into the hall.
"Our baby pegasi are gone," Malik said turning.
"No they're not. They were cold last night, so I brought them in here. Corron and Odan are sleeping still," Rand replied.
As Malik entered the store room for Rand's breakfast, Marik turned to the pegasus. "Corron? Odan?" he asked.
"That is their names, though, I don't know who belongs to who," Rand said, allowing Marik to enter the stall.
Corron stirred when a shadow blocked the sun that was shining on him. opening his eyes, he looked up into harsh, lavendar eyes.
"What's your name, my little one?" Marik asked, picking up Corran and sitting with his back to the stall wall.
Corran fixed his eyes on Marik. "My name is Corran," he stated proudly, "Who are you?"
"My name is Marik, your mother was my dear Corrinda," Marik replied as Malik entered the stall and picked up Odan.
"That's my brother Odan," Corron told Malik.
"Odan huh," he said softly, stroking the still sleeping pegasus, "That's a cool name."
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Three weeks later, Bakura and Yami left in the early morning on Baralkin for a flight. As they flew, Bakura noticed that Atem had fallen asleep. "Atem, wake up. We're here," Bakura said softly, shaking Atem slightly.
Yami stirred and opened his eyes. "What am I supposed to be looking at?" he asked with a yawn.
"You'll see," Baralkin answered for Bakura from where he was hovering. Yami fixed his gaze in front of him and saw the sky starting to get light. As the sun rose, Yami saw it illuminate the ocean and the light spread to the land. Far off, the Trinan castle glinted like fire in the morning.
"It looks like some of Trina is on the move for Balorn," Bakura muttered once the whole land was illuminated, and the sky was all blue.
"What do you mean?" Yami asked, snapping out of his staring trance, still awed at that sunrise.
"Look in the nearest meadow, Atem."
Yami looked down and ahead and saw the regal tents of the Trinan people. "Apparently…my king…is coming to get me," Yami replied softly, realization hitting him in the face that he'd have to leave Bakura, the one person he intimately loved.
Bakura nuzzled his face into Atem's hair to hide the fact that his mind was threatening to cry as he turned Baralkin back to the Balorn castle. "I'm not just going to give you up. You've no longer been my slave, you've become my lover," he whispered, tipping Atem's head back to kiss Atem's lips as Baralkin sped back to the castle.
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Meanwhile, Marik woke up in the tent that he shared with Malik and frowned when he saw Malik playing with Odan, avoiding his eyes. "Malik, do you want to tell me why we're traveling to Balorn now?" Marik asked irritatedly.
Malik sighed and looked at Marik with a sad expression. "We're going to get Yami back, but we're using you as a barter," he murmured, hugging Odan.
"What?" Marik demanded, "I don't want to be separated from you! Why didn't you tell me?"
"Y-Yugi ordered me to not tell you until this morning."
"This is unbelievable. I can't believe I wasn't told this! How long have you known this was going to happen?"
Malik bowed his head. "The day of the battle. Please, I don't want to go through with this, but I have no choice! You're our only hope to get Yami back!" Malik pleaded.
Marik huffed a fine and turned away from Malik. That day of travel, the castle of Balorn grew bigger and bigger, but Marik looked on it with hate, for he was mad at everything currently, especially a certain platinum blonde that looked like him. He was riding Flashfoot, his hands bound together, with Corron resting between his arms.
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Towards evening, Bakura entered his throne room and sat on his throne with a sigh. "Say goodbye to your lover?" Baralkin asked.
"In the best way possible. I wish this wouldn't happen, but I want Marik back as well..." Bakura trailed off as Ryou burst into the throne room. "What is it Ryou?"
"Bakura, there are Trinans outside the castle!"
"So let them in. They are probably here for their officer," Bakura replied.
Ryou hurried to comply and in moments, they were shown into the throne room. "Welcome to Balorn King Yami…"
"Yugi," Yugi replied in a heartbeat, "king Yami Yugi. And you must be Balorn's ruler, Ryo Bakura."
"So what brings you to Balorn?" Bakura asked icily. Ryou cringed as well, for Bakura was known to lose his temper if addressed more than once by his first name.
"Well, we have come for my officer and brother, Atem," Yugi replied.
"What makes you think that I'll just hand him over?" Bakura demanded.
Yugi just smiled and tugged on a rope that he was holding. Immediately, the group of Trinans parted to let a figure stumble forward, attatched to the other end of the rope. The sight of the figure made Bakura's eyes go wide. "Marik," he breathed.
"I'll hand over your officer in exchange for my brother," Yugi offered as two Trinan soldiers grabbed Marik's arms to hold him still.
Bakura turned to Ryou. "Ryou, go get Atem, and tell him to act like he despises me," he whispered.
Ryou nodded and dashed off, returning a few minutes later holding the long chain with Atem struggling at the very end of it, once more clothed in officer garb.
Yami looked around and froze in surprise at seeing Yugi. "Yugi!" he exclaimed, making a break for his brother.
Bakura sighed and gave the chain a very hard yank, causing Yami to stumble backwards. "Maybe I don't want to give my toy up," he said, pulling a struggling Atem onto his lap and running a tongue up the side of his face.
Yami growled. "Let me go you bastard! I told you that my brother would come!" he spat.
"Silence fool! In case you haven't noticed, you're my prisoner and slave. You are in no position to talk to me like that!" Bakura growled, hitting Yami across the face. In reality, he didn't hit him, but since Atem's back was to Yugi, Atem made the smacking sound himself, trying not to smile or laugh as he did so.
"Bakura! It's a fair trade! Give my brother back, and you can have Marik," Yugi shouted, angered at the hit.
"Fine, fine, he's lost his usefulness anyway," Bakura said. As Atem slid off his lap to go to Yugi, Bakura tugged the chain again, halting him. "However, I'm not making the exchange till morning, so you're welcome to stay the night. But if you insist on trading now, we'll do so, and then you may go now and risk getting eaten by the creatures of the forest that come out at night," he said.
Yugi flinched and then conceded. "Malik, stay with Marik," he said as they were shown to rooms. Malik agreed in a hollow sounding tone and followed Marik into a room.
Looking around the room, Malik settled his gaze on Marik, who was holding a dagger between his teeth and was trying to slice the ropes around his wrist.
"Here, let me," Malik said, untying the knot. Once free, Marik put the dagger back and sat on the bed, not looking at Malik. "Marik," Malik started.
"So this is going to be how it is. Once again, we're going to be separated," Marik cut in bitterly, "How long is it till we see each other again? Another twelve years?"
"Marik," Malik sighed. Marik, head bowed, didn't see him come over, but was startled when he felt Malik hug him and then warm tears hitting his neck. "I wish we wouldn't be separated, but that arrangement was before we spent time together and grew close," Malik sobbed.
Marik went to comfort him, hesitated, and then circled his arms around Malik, cradling his twin as the said boy cried his eyes out. "Shh, ototo, please don't cry," Marik murmured, resting his chin on Malik's head.
Malik sniffed for a few more minutes before pulling away from Marik's shoulder sheepishly. "Sorry, I soaked your cloak," he said, wiping his last tears away.
Marik just smiled and brushed stubborn tears away. "I don't care," he said, moving Malik from his lap before standing and heading to a wardrobe to pull out another cloak and lay it over a chair for tomorrow.
"Is this your room?" Malik asked.
"Yep," Marik replied, picking up Corron and Odan and setting them in a little nest that he had just pulled out, "It's a little gloomy, but what isn't in Balorn?"
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Meanwhile, Bakura and Yami had returned to Bakura's chambers, Bakura pushing Yami roughly in because there were Trinans in the hall still being shown into rooms. Yami stumbled from the shove and tripped over the chain, sending him sprawling to the floor. In the instant that he had closed the door, Bakura had pounced on him, smothering the person trapped below him with kisses.
"Bakura! I can't breath!" Yami laughed.
Bakura stopped and nudged Atem's nose with his own. "I must say, you're quite an actor. You almost had me fooled myself," he said, running his hands under Yami's shirt.
Yami moaned and arched his back in pleasure. "Bakura, we already did this a while ago!"
"So?" Bakura demanded, removing Atem's shirt and kissing/biting the exposed flesh.
"I'm still a little tired," Yami panted and then gulped when Bakura grinned wolfishly.
"But Atem, we won't have a chance to do anything anymore, we come from two warring countries," Bakura protested in a whining tone.
Yami saw no way out of it, and deep down, he wanted to be as close as possible to Bakura for their remaining time together. "Fine," he said, pretending to sigh in annoyance, "but I better be able to walk tomorrow."
Bakura grinned and deposited Atem on the bed and unlocked the boy's wrists from each other. Still grinning, though that grin was quickly becoming a smirk, he ground his hips against Atem's.
Yami arched his back and tried not to moan too much. Bakura kept up the grounding, going nice and slow until Yami was fully erect, his pants feeling incredibly and painfully tight.
Yami growled and rolled them over so Bakura was underneath him. Removing Bakura's pants, Yami held Bakura's hips down firmly and took his length into his mouth, sucking on it hard.
Bakura tried to buck his hips several times, but couldn't due to Atem's hands. "Atem, what are you…" Bakura panted.
Yami gave Bakura's now hard length one more lick and smirked. "It's my turn," he said softly before removing any clothing that they had left on and kissed Bakura firmly.
Bakura was about to protest, but realized that Atem should at least have one time being dominant. Submitting, Bakura allowed Atem to please him and himself, enjoying the attention.
Yami soon got tired of the foreplay and rolled Bakura onto his stomach. "Atem," Bakura warned.
"My time, my rules. Get on your knees," Yami purred in Bakura's ear.
"Since when have you been so feisty?" Bakura asked as he got on his hands and knees, gasping as Atem slid a finger into his entrance, probing for a certain spot. Feeling Bakura buck and gasp, Atem just smirked and, memorizing the spot by touching it again, withdrew his finger, replacing it with his length.
Bakura groaned and rested his head against the bed as Atem started thrusting quite roughly. Feeling Atem run his hands down Bakura's back to his hips, Bakura shuddered as Atem increased the thrusting pressure, forcing him to grip the sheets in a death grip.
Yami grinned at seeing Bakura trying to suppress his pleasure and started stroking Bakura's length slowly, and slightly cruelly. Bakura cried out, wanting to release, but Yami was stroking him way too slow. Yami finally climaxed and burying himself deep in Bakura, released.
Bakura felt Atem slump on his back completely winded. "Aren't you going to finish what you started?" Bakura asked.
Yami lifted his head and slid out of Bakura and tumbled to the bed. "I figured we could share dominance this time. That is why I left you erect," he shrugged.
Bakura smirked and kissing Atem harshly, slammed into him, not giving his lover much warning. Atem moaned and arched his back and bucked his hips as Bakura thrust into him over and over again. After a few minutes, Bakura noticed that Atem had gotten aroused again, so he grabbed Atem's length and pumped it enough to get him as hard as possible before he let go and released inside of his lover before panting for breath for a minute.
"Bakura, what are you planning?" Yami got out between pants, his length throbbing, begging to be allowed to release. Bakura just put a finger to Yami's lips and then taking Yami's length into his mouth, bit down lightly and grazed his teeth over the swollen member.
Atem moaned and buried his hands into Bakura's hair, egging his lover on. Bakura took things a step further and swallowed Atem's length, humming in the process. Atem continued to writhe under the lengthy and slow ministrations and released explosively when he couldn't take it anymore. Bakura blinked in surprise, but swallowed the torrent of seed nevertheless.
"How was that?" Bakura asked once both had gotten some of their breath back.
"You always make sure that it is better than the last time," Yami replied drowsily, kissing Bakura softly before drifting off to sleep. Bakura crawled up to lay next to him and wrapping an arm around his lover, fell asleep as well.
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The next morning found the Trinans in front of Bakura's throne, Marik standing next to Yugi, and Yami idly tugging at his shackles next to Bakura, pretending to hate the Balornian ruler. Bakura approached Yugi and released Yami's wrists from their restraints.
Yami rubbed the skin on his wrists and then ran into Yugi's embrace after Yugi untied Marik. "I missed you ototo," Yami whispered.
"I missed you too…Atem," Yugi replied with a smile before pulling away. "Bakura, we thank you for your hospitality, but we must take our leave now," Yugi said, turning to Bakura. Bakura nodded and the Trinans were soon on their way...that is, after they got Yami to stop hugging Randalan.
Malik looked back at the castle as they headed out and smiled when he saw Marik watching him from his chambers. Giving a little wave and grinning bigger when he got one in return, Malik turned back around and rode up next to Yami.
"You look happy," he commented, seeing Yami in a dream-like state.
Yami jolted out of his trance and grinned at Malik. "I'm just glad to finally be going home," he replied.
Two Years Later…
Yami sighed at the sight of the sun rising over the ocean these past two years had made him an early riser so he could see the sunrise, remembering every single time that sunrise that he had watched with Bakura. Settling down, Yami decided to get started on his picnic breakfast before he was interrupted. Swif had reported that Balornians had been marching, so the Trinans were expecting an attack today or tomorrow.
Just as he was swallowing the last bite of his meal, Yami heard a fast tattoo of hoofbeats. Standing, Yami saw Malik riding towards him on his black mount. "So what brings you to my post-picnic digestion?" Yami asked as Malik came to a stop.
Malik smiled at the joke. "Odan spotted the Balornians on his scouting run. They are close enough to lay seige or attack," Malik said as Odan tossed his head, "I came to get you."
"Very well, though I wish this war were over," Yami replied before whistling. Immediately Randalan galloped from where he was grazing and Yami swung up on him. Racing Malik and Odan back, Yami was impressed to see his troops preparing for a fight by lining up in the field. Heading into the city of Trina, Yami galloped Rand to the castle and dismounted.
"Are you riding out in ruler garb?" Yugi asked as Malik slid off of Odan and got a white Pegasus ready.
"Yep," Yami said as he pulled out a wrap and wound it around his face and head so only his eyes showed, "I don't see why I shouldn't, considering that these wraps have kept our identities secret for a year now."
"Good luck," Yugi said before heading into the palace, Odan following the prince. Yami got back on Randalan and they flew up to where the other pegasi were waiting.
"We wait till we see the other pegasi. Only then will we attack," Yami said, earning nods from his soldiers, all wearing identical wraps. About a half hour later, the white pegasi flew off in formation, having spotted dark shapes rise from the Balornian lines, thus commencing the battle.
Bakura and Baralkin swooped and dove fighting one soldier after another, all the while looking for the ruler, Yami. Finally seeing the flowing cloak that was custom for the rulers to wear, Bakura looked confused for a moment. "Is it just me, or did the ruler grow a little too much in two years?" Bakura asked.
Baralkin studied the ruler as he charged straight at him. "I'm sure that runt couldn't have grown that fast. We might have been tricked," he replied as Yami's mount turned and charged at Baralkin.
"Well, well. Is this the actual ruler, or is this another decoy so that the coward of a king can remain safe?" Bakura mocked, reigning in Baralkin.
"No, I am the actual king, King Yami. I am no coward, and I'll take you on to prove it!" the ruler exclaimed in a muffled but deep voice, raising his sword in challenge as his mount charged again, strong wings beating the air.
The two fought for a while before Yami leapt off of Rand and tackled Bakura off of Baralkin when the two mounts swept quite close to the ground in the forest.
Bakura growled and spit out some grass and leaves and picked up his sword as he scrambled to his feet. Pulling off his own face cover, Bakura glared at Yami, who besides being grass stained, was unaffected by the tumble, head wrap firmly in place. "You'll pay for that, scum!" Bakura hissed as he attacked.
Slash after slash came from both of them, Bakura first aiming to find out the identity of his enemy before he'd kill him. Yami dodged a swipe aimed at his head and gasped as he felt his wrap loosening. Holding it in place with one hand, Yami continued to fight, afraid of what his former lover's reaction would be if he knew the truth.
Bakura lunged at Yami suddenly, effectively tackling and pinning the young ruler to a tree in a sitting position. 'Why does this feel so familiar?' Bakura wondered as he looked at the struggling king and slashed twice with a flick of a concealed knife.
At first, nothing happened, but then the wrap fell to ribbons from the vertical and horizontal slashes, revealing uncommon tri-colored hair, terrified ruby eyes, and beautiful tan skin marred only by a cut on the cheek. Bakura leapt off of his captive and stared in disbelief. "A-Atem?" he finally managed to get out.
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Ria: What's going to happen next? I dunno…well, okay, I do…kinda. Remember, read and review please.