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.
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Yami strained against Bakura and was once again surprised when Bakura lifted him onto the bed and pinned him down again. "Ah, now that I know if any sounds are made, no one will hear, I remember where I was," Bakura purred before putting pressure on Yami's abdomen and rubbed their groins together. Yami gasped at the sensation, and when Bakura did it again, only harder, he let out a defeated moan. Once Bakura heard that moan, he set immediately to work ridding the one trapped beneath him of his clothes while still grinding their hips together.
Yami arched his back and let out a sound akin to a purr that he did when he was really pleased about something. Bakura smirked and lowering his head, kissed Yami gently, pausing in his teasing. "It's up to you," he murmured.
Yami opened his ruby eyes, staring into the naturally narrowed brown eyes of Bakura. Smiling softly, Yami pulled Bakura's head down and crushed their lips together in a passionate kiss. "God, I missed you," he gasped when they broke apart and set to work removing Bakura's shirt, kissing the skin as it was exposed.
Bakura rolled onto his side, and Yami followed, kissing the hell out of Bakura as the smaller ruler removed the remaining clothing on Bakura. "Yami, let me get a breath you horny prick!" Bakura growled in mock anger and exasperation.
Yami pulled away with a sheepish grin. "Sorry," he sighed, "It's just been so long."
Bakura nodded in agreement. "It has been too long," he replied, sitting up and pulling Yami into his arms. Yami snuggled close, content for a few minutes, but then his urge became too strong for him to keep ignoring.
"Bakura?"
"Hmm? What is it Yami?" Bakura asked, lifting the other ruler's head to look him in the eye.
Yami smirked, causing Bakura to raise an eyebrow. "Fuck me," he commanded.
"What!"
"You heard me," Yami replied with a little laugh. Feeling air rush by him, Yami found himself once more on his back with Bakura on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head with one of his hands.
"Are you sure about those exact words?" Bakura asked, his voice filled with lust. When Yami nodded, Bakura slammed into Yami and buried himself up to the hilt in his lover.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Bakura hissed as Yami let out a choked scream.
Yami laid there, trying to relax his protesting muscles while panting heavily. "You could have given me a better warning," he gasped as Bakura pulled himself most of the way out and then slammed into him repeatedly.
Bakura smirked and tipped his head, his hair cascading down to either side of Yami's face, giving them a private tent. "Well, I warned you. Now you know to never say those exact words unless you want this," he growled, increasing the pressure of his thrusts, thus increasing the pressure of his grip on Yami's slender wrists.
Yami winced and then purred his little purr. "It hurts like hell, but it's a welcome pain," he groaned as Bakura started pumping Yami's own length in time to his powerful thrusts.
The whole night went on like that. Both of them taking the other in turns and in different positions each time. Finally Yami collapsed on top of Bakura, utterly spent. "How…many?" Yami wondered breathlessly while Bakura tiredly ran his fingers through the tri-colored hair.
Bakura rolled his eyes upwards and thought. "I think it was around ten times, five each. Then again, I think I lost count, mind on more important matters," Bakura admitted.
Yami curled up on Bakura's chest with a yawn. "I think that answered my earlier question," Yami mumbled, hearing Bakura snort in laughter before falling asleep, Bakura following shortly after pulling Yami's blankets up over them.
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The next morning, Yami woke up to his internal alarm clock and let out a little groan of annoyance. Opening his eyes, Yami looked up and smiled when he remembered why he had been warm all this time.
"Morning sleepy," Yami heard and felt as Bakura's chest rumbled with the speech.
"Morning," Yami yawned in reply, "I am going to laugh if neither of us will be able to walk today."
Bakura sat up a little further and looked at Yami who was now seated comfortably in his lap. "Well, I know you might have trouble, but then again I might too. You pack quite a wallop when I can get you going," Bakura teased with a wince once he stretched.
Yami laughed lightly. "Come on. Let's get ready and then I want to show you something," he replied, standing and entering his bathroom with the slightest of limps. Bakura stood and had to grip the edge of the bed for support for a second. Yeah, Yami definitely packed a wallop during sex.
"Damn Yami, you are so being submissive for the rest of our little fuck sessions except on special occasions," Bakura groaned as he lowered himself into the water next to Yami who was already washing.
Yami smirked in reply. "Aww, did I take you too hard?" he mocked and got a face full of water for his troubles.
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"Yami, can I take off this blindfold now?" Bakura asked. Yami had led him blindfolded, once they were ready, to the cliff to watch the sunrise. Of course he didn't know that, all he knew was the reassuring feel of his lover's hand.
Yami stopped and tugged the blindfold off. "I wanted to show you my sunrise spot," Yami explained, seeing Bakura blink in the predawn.
Bakura was about to ask what was so special about this place when the sun seemed to literally erupt from the ocean and turn everything a beautiful array of colors.
"That was the most amazing sunrise I have ever seen," Bakura sighed when the sun became too bright to look at.
Yami just smiled and sat on the grass, producing a picnic basket. "Sit down Bakura and eat breakfast," he offered. Bakura gracelessly plopped down and began eating. "I really don't want to spend all day in the conference room going over territories, but it is necessary," Yami admitted after a few minutes of peaceful silence.
Bakura grinned, "Why don't we have it out here?" he asked.
Yami smiled and was about to reply when he heard a whistle. Turning, Yami's grin grew wider at seeing Ryou, Marik, Yugi, and Malik walking towards them. "What are you guys doing? Malik, I thought you don't normally awake till near lunch," Yami teased.
Malik flushed when Yugi and Ryou giggled. "We came to join you guys with an addition to your breakfast, and we also wanted to help with negotiations, us being the second and third in commands of our respective countries," he explained.
Bakura looked at Yami and shrugged, indicating that he didn't mind. Yami nodded and the four joined them, Baralkin and Randalan coming up a minute later.
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Ryou sighed a while later and rubbed his temples. He had no idea how exactly Bakura was patient enough to go through with this, his brother being an impatient hothead most of the time. Glancing over, Ryou smiled at seeing the other prince, Yugi, spacing out, Malik not far behind.
"Bakura, we should take a break. Everyone except Ryou looks to be asleep with their eyes open," Yami suggested, rolling up the map of Anthalasa, "Besides, we've made progress. We're calling the joined country Anthalasa after the continent, and so far we're having two counties."
Bakura stretched. "I guess we can put the rest off until later," he replied and then pounced on Ryou. Ryou yelped and then giggled.
"Bakura, you're heavy," the slender boy wheezed through laughter.
"I'll get him Ryou!" Malik cried, tackling Bakura off of Ryou.
Bakura laughed as Ryou got up and the two boys started tickling him. "Oy! One of you help me!" he called to the remaining three.
Yami and Marik grinned and joined the tussle, Yugi following soon enough after them to help Malik and Ryou.
It turned into an all out tickle war, the older siblings against the younger ones while Baralkin and Randalan watched. Finally, everyone stopped, too winded to move, all tangled in a dogpile.
"You know," Marik spoke up from the bottom of the pile next to Yami, "this is actually quite comfortable."
Bakura snorted from the top of the pile. "You're just saying that because you're a fan of orgies," he pointed out before toppling off of the pile as Malik, Ryou, Yugi, and Yami all shifted at the same time to get up.
Yami stood once he disentangled himself from Malik and grinned. "This is so much better than being cooped up all day," he declared.
"Yes, but my king, you all should get back to work. The countries can only be patient for a few more days. And that includes the time necessary to send heralds with news of the treaty to all parts of the land," Randalan pointed out.
Bakura sighed. "He's right," he agreed, "and we need all of the time we have to determine rulership. Land division can wait."
Yami sighed and pulled out an ancient document of the number of each country's wins and losses that had obviously been added to over the centuries. "Maybe the side who won more should rule the country," he suggested. Everyone else agreed and looked at the sheet.
"I don't believe it," Marik murmured.
"Th-the numbers are exactly the same!" Malik exclaimed.
Bakura and Yami both stood at the same time and stared at each other, fear reflecting in both of their eyes.
"They know that it will come down to a duel to the death between them," Ryou murmured.
"I don't think they want to kill the other, but it may be the only way," Yugi agreed reluctantly.
Yami bowed his head. "I wish there were some other way," he whispered.
Yugi hugged his brother. "Everything will work out Yami, I'm sure of it," he assured.
Bakura turned to Baralkin, his eyes narrowing and turning cold. "Take Baralakan and Corron and fly to Balorn. Bear the message that in a week the fate of Anthalasa and the war that has plagued this country for centuries will be known. I want the army assembled to see the final battle," he commanded.
Baralkin bowed regally. "Yes Master," he replied, "Where should I have the army report to?"
Ryou took the map and opened it up. "There," he pointed to a clearing near the center of the map, "It's split right down the middle by the border and it looks like it could hold both armies." Baralkin bowed deeply once more and springing off the ground, flew over the forest, two black shapes flying up to meet him.
"Randalan, I want you to go and take Flashfoot and a Pegasus of your choice and bear the same message to our creatures," Yami murmured quietly.
Rand nodded and with a quick nuzzle, flapped his wings once and flew off.
"How are you three getting back to Balorn now that your pegasi are gone?" Malik asked.
Marik whistled and three black Unicorns emerged from the woods at his call. Once each Balornian mounted, Bakura turned and looked at Yami, an unreadable emotion in his eyes. "I'll see you in a week," he murmured before nudging his horse into a gallop, Ryou and Marik following with a final wave.
Yami sighed and lowered his gaze. Malik and Yugi just watched him stand there with his head bowed. Suddenly, both of them rushed forward as Yami's legs collapsed and he crumpled to the ground with a choked sob.
"Yami! Are you okay?" Malik demanded, Yugi rubbing his brother's back as the ruler continued to cry.
"I-It's n-not fair!" Yami got out between sobs, "M-me and Bakura just patched our relationship back together last night." "Why does one of us have to die?" he continued angrily, raising his head, crimson eyes filled with tears and tear tracks running down his face.
Yugi's expression saddened. "It's the custom of war if two sides can't agree on treaty terms," he replied sadly as Yami buried his face in Malik's shirt to continue crying, leaving Yugi to continue to rub his back as means of comfort, "And I doubt you can get away with a simple defeat. Bakura would be pressed by the Balornians to exact revenge for you not killing him off and denying him of his honor as a result."
The three of them just sat there until Yami calmed down and fell into an exhausted sleep. Malik then scooped his light friend into his arms and carried him back to the palace.
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Ryou sat on Bakura's bed, cringing every time something crashed and shattered. It seemed that during the ride home, Bakura had slowly worked himself into a rage about the duel in a weeks time. "Bakura," Ryou complained as Bakura threw a small statue, ducking so that it flew over the gentler albino's head harmlessly to land and shatter several feet behind him, "throwing things won't make this week easier."
Bakura snarled in reply and reached for the next thing within reach. Hearing a clinking, Bakura paused and looked at the object in his hand, a lump forming in his throat as he ran his fingers over the beautiful gold.
"Yami's cuffs," he murmured, continuing to trace the details on the cuffs. Ryou slid off the bed and made his way over to Bakura and knelt next to him.
"See, you still love him. I know that you don't want to hear this, but you have no choice. You must fight to win. Yami will not hold back, and neither should you," Ryou pointed out gently.
Bakura set down the cuffs and took a shaky breath to calm down and fisted his hands in his hair. "I can't do this," he murmured.
Ryou sighed. "You have no choice. The ancient scripture states that once a duel is brought to the table, it must be done," he argued gently.
"Fuck the scriptures!" Bakura roared, pulling Ryou close by the collar of his shirt. Ryou tensed and shielded his face. Sometimes Bakura worked himself into too big of a frenzy and lost control, striking Ryou in the process. Ryou knew he didn't do it intentionally and always beat himself up over it after, but it still terrified him when he felt Bakura's free arm draw back.
"Stop this Bakura," Marik said, grabbing Bakura's wrist before he released his arm.
Bakura didn't respond at first but then let Ryou go, slumping back against Marik. "Sorry Ry. Am I that much of a monster where I would hit my own brother?" he whispered.
"There's only one way to fix this without anyone dying. We need to fulfill the prophecy," Marik pointed out, ignoring Bakura's self proclamation and running his fingers through Bakura's hair to help his friend calm down.
"No one has been able to figure out the last parts though," Ryou replied, seeing as Bakura was in la la land.
Bakura relaxed for a few minutes before a thought forced its way through the haze in his mind. Struggling away from Marik's hypnotic fingers, Bakura sat up and shook his head to get rid of the cobwebs. "Wait, part of the prophecy is completed!" he exclaimed. Seeing the two confused expressions, Bakura elaborated.
"The land split into Balorn and Trina. Balorn dead, Trina full of life.
The creatures in Balorn had to deal with strife. This war, caused by the spell, before ended, will cause a bond to become potentially fell. We filled that part, because mine and Yami's relationship is threatened by death in a week. However, potentially means that it may not happen!" Bakura explained with growing excitement.
Marik smiled in understanding. "And you and Yami are as different as night and day," he added.
Ryou clapped his hands, sharing Bakura's excitement. "All we need to do is find the way to break the curse! The answer has to be in the beginning during the origin of the curse!" Ryou cried.
With that thought planted in their minds, Ryou fetched the poem that he had written out, and the three spent the remainder of the night deciphering the text.
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"Change!" Malik shouted, dropping to the ground in exhaustion. Yami and his friends had been preparing the past week practicing sword fighting. Malik, Jonounchi, Honda, and Yugi would stand in a square around Yami and one would attack. When that fighter had enough, he would yell change and a fresh fighter would jump Yami, preferably before Yami turned all the way around.
"Break," Yami panted, flopping down onto the soft grass after beating off Honda, "I do know that in the duel tomorrow we can take breaks," he said after he drank some water.
"Oh that reminds me. Randalan said the ring is all ready to go," Yugi informed, Yami nodding to this piece of info.
"Don't you guys think that Yami should turn in early today? I mean, he's gonna need his strength for tomorrow," Honda asked.
Yami sighed. "I am tired," he admitted, sheathing his rapier. Standing, Yami made his way back into the castle with a wave over his shoulder.
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"Okay Ryou, I've had enough practice for today," Bakura sighed, pulling off his helmet. After coming up short on the prophecy, Bakura had chosen Ryou to train with him because Yami and Ryou were about the same height and build.
Ryou smirked. "Aww, did I tire you out?" he mocked with a laugh when Bakura glared at him.
"Well duh, you have incredible stamina when it comes to sword fighting. Besides, I have to rest for tomorrow. It's already evening," Bakura explained.
Ryou nodded with a smile. "So it is, rest well," he replied, sheathing his sword and heading out of the throne room. Bakura watched him go with a small smile and vowed to be victorious to keep that smile on his brother's face.
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The next morning Yami stood silently in a tent on his half of the clearing, allowing Malik and Yugi don him in ceremonial armor. "Nervous?" Yugi asked as he tightened an armguard.
Yami smiled. "Not really, I don't have a bad feeling about today at all," he admitted.
"Think you'll win?" Malik asked as he finished up with Yami's helmet and stepped back and looked the ruler over. Yami was decked in the light armor with a chainmail shirt underneath the back and breast plate and chainmail over his leggings covered by leg guards.
Yami lifted the visor with a gauntlet clad hand. "I don't know. I just have a really calm peaceful feeling about today," he replied.
Before either could question that, Randalan poked his head into the tent. "Sire, it's time."
Yami let out an 'oomph' as Yugi and Malik hugged him tightly. "Be careful," Yugi whispered.
"I will," Yami promised and swung up onto Randalan. Randalan trotted through the Trinans, all wishing Yami luck, to the ring. Bakura was already standing on his side talking to Ryou and Marik. Once they finished their conversation, Marik and Ryou headed off to the seating reserved for the four highest officers for each side.
Bakura turned and spotted Yami entering through the ropes. Heading towards the middle, Bakura stood patiently until Yami approached as well and both raised their visors at the same time.
"I wish you well Ryo Bakura," Yami started.
"And I you, Yami Atem," Bakura replied, "This duel will decide who wins the war. The winner gets rule over both Trina and Balorn to merge them into Anthalasa. Do you accept these terms?" he asked, as was necessary to the tradition.
"I accept." At Yami's words, the creatures of both Balorn and Trina voiced their dismay at the terms until Yugi and Ryou silenced them.
"Formalities out of the way, Yami, I…I love you. I just wanted you to know that," Bakura whispered.
To his surprise, Yami grinned. "I love you too."
"With all your heart?"
"With all my heart," Yami promised.
"Good, then that makes two of us," Bakura replied, kissing Yami on the lips with all the love he had, Yami bringing everything forth as well.
Everyone cried out when a bright light erupted from the ring. "Yugi! What's going on?" Ryou cried, shielding his eyes.
"I-I don't know! I was going to ask you that!" Yugi exclaimed, covering his eyes.
As suddenly as the light appeared, it vanished. As everyone tried to recover, the Balornians and Trinans heard Malik suddenly shout:
"Bakura and Yami are gone!"
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Ria: What's going to happen next? I dunno…well, okay, I do…kinda. Remember, read and review please.