A/N: Written by Akiko Kuro Ookami and CapicornKitty1975. Edited by myself. I have permission to upload to FFN on behalf of the Authors.

Chapter 6

Dartz couldn't remember being happier. Zorc had told him he loved him!

He had meant it too of course. Zorc rarely admitted such feelings to anyone, but he thought Dartz seemed to be the one that's different compared to everyone else like how he thought of Bakura.

Dartz smiled at Zorc, a couple days later. "I have news for you." He replied, after being left alone in the office with Zorc.

"Like what?" he asked his lover, wondering what type of news he'd give him.

"That pesky Alexander has generously offered to give you his territory for your...business." Dartz replied innocently.

"Oh, really?" asked Zorc in astonishment by this tidbit of news. "That's great then."

Leaning up in his ear, Dartz purred. "I would do anything for you, Love."

"Mmm, I know love. I'd do the same for you," murmured Zorc, giving his boyfriend a gaze filled with passion, lust, and love.

Dartz sat a small box on Zorc's desk. It was purple with a ribbon.

"Hmm? What's this?" he asked curiously, guessing his lover is full of surprises today.

"Open it." Dartz encouraged.

Trusting his lover's judgement, he delicately opened the box.

Inside was a human tongue. "I told you, Alexander is fully cooperative now." Dartz stated innocently.

"Heh, I trust you," purred Zorc, pleased beyond words of this development.

Dartz nuzzled Zorc. "Good. I am glad."

"Indeed," Zorc gave a rare smile, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend or in his mindset soon to be husband eventually in time.

Dartz sat on his knee. "Anything else before I go to work?"

"Hmm," mused Zorc, wrapping his arms around his lover, stroking his teal locks. "Move in with me when you get off?"

Dartz smiled. "I thought you would never ask."

"Heh, well I'd like you to live with me before we settle down," winked Zorc, running his hair through his teal hair. "I wish you didn't have to leave though for work."

Dartz smiled ruefully. "Can't eat without money."

"I know," he returned the rueful expression.

Dartz got up, kissing Zorc. "See you when I get home then." He winked.

"Yep, see you then," he had returned the kiss, watching him leave as he felt content with his life for once.

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Yugi sat at home. He was happy Yami was back on the force and he had corrected a wrong, even though he wouldn't be able to see Yami again. That made him sad and he didn't know why.

Yami sent him a text, having swiped his number when Yugi had been locked up, saying, "Meet me at my place for a date. Yes or no?"

Yugi smiled, but then immediately frowned. He responded with, "What about who I am? Won't it hurt?"

"You were bailed out by Akefia. I don't care what you are," texted Yami back, worried Yugi would say no.

Yugi couldn't resist. "Okay. When?"

"Tonight, at eight?" texted back Yami.

"Okay." Yugi texted back, suddenly excited and not knowing why.

Yami sent him directions. He set his phone down to tidy up the place before setting up a romantic date with Yugi. He hoped the short teen would be impressed even with his small humble abode.

Yugi showed up at 7:50. Biting his lip, he smoothed his white long sleeved shirt over his best jeans. He knocked on the door.

Yami opened it, wearing a short sleeved vest with a pair of slacks. He stepped aside for Yugi to step in and take off his shoes. Yami's house isn't big. It's somewhat smallish with a nicely sized bedroom along with a kitchen, living room, and bathroom.

"Hey," greeted Yami, closing the door when Yugi's inside of his home. "Make yourself comfortable."

"Hey, this is really nice. You land on your feet well, Yami." Yugi smiled, taking off his shoes.

"Aw, thanks," grinned Yami, guiding him into the living room where he had prepared two glasses of wine along with some appetizers of cheese, crackers, and some dip. "We'll chill out for a bit before the main course is ready if you don't mind that is."

"Sure, except I'm not old enough to drink. As long as you don't call the cops, I'm okay with it. I'm only 19." Yugi blushed.

"You sure? You look older than that to me," flirted Yami, nodding as he knew the rules, hoping he wouldn't be on Atem's bad side if he found out.

Yugi blushed. "A...actually, I'm not. It's a guess. 'Tem thinks he was about 5 when I was born...that's when our parents left us." He grabbed a piece of cheese, paying close attention to it.

"Oh, um I'm sorry to have brought it up," blushed Yami.

Yugi shrugged. "It's okay, you wouldn't know." He took a drink of wine, shivering at the taste.

"Don't like it? I can get something else," said Yami as he made a move to get up.

"No, it's fine...I've just never had any before, and I think I am supposed to sip." He giggled.

"Yep, at first," smirked Yami, settling back down. "But once you're used to it you can go at whatever pace you want."

"Is that just true for wine?" Yugi giggled, feeling the wine buzzing through his head. He didn't realize he had drank so much. He finished the glass.

"Nope, anything else applies to that too," smirked Yami, downing his glass before snagging a cube of cheese, eating it before swallowing. "Maybe I should get you some water..."

"Nope!" Yugi giggled. "I like wine! Can I have some more?" His face was flushed.

"Maybe one is enough for now," said Yami in a gentle tone.

"Awww, shucks." Yugi giggled again. "I guess Ima light...weight, huh?"

"It's ok though," he assured.

Yugi giggled, flopping back on the couch. "You are really cute," Yugi giggled

"So are you," teased Yami, poking his side lightly.

Yugi giggled, lolling his head to look at Yugi. "I'm really sorry about you losing your job. I'm glad I could help get back."

"No worries," he assured, smiling lightly as he found it adorable how Yugi act when he's drunk.

"Wanna play a game?!" Yugi grinned, amethyst eyes shining bright.

"What type of game?" he asked, wrapping an arm around Yugi.

"I dunno...board game, card game?" His face was still flushed as the wine swam in his veins. He giggled, leaning in closer to Yami.

"We could play a card game," suggested Yami, bringing out a deck of cards to play with Yugi.

"Oooo, strip poker?!" Yugi leered adorably.

"Sure," grinned Yami, handing him the cards to be the dealer.

Yugi giggled again and dealt out the first hand. His pair of Kings beat Yami's pair of threes. "Oooo, take something off!" Yugi giggled.

"Heh, sure," Yami threw off his shirt to have it land in a random corner of the room, not really caring where he put it.

Yugi swallowed hard, heat going to his loins as he saw Yami's chest. "Y...your turn." He looked down at his hands.

"Like what you see?" he teased, dealing out cards to Yugi, being given a ten, a king, and a joker. "Take something off, you lost this round."

Yugi just blushed more and took off a sock.

"You're a tease," he pouted, returning the cards to Yugi. "Your turn."

Yugi giggled and dealt, losing with a pair of threes to Yami's full house. Frowning, embarrassed, he pulled off the other sock.

Yami smirked, guessing Yugi would go slow on this. When he didn't get the right amount again, he took off his pants which left him sitting in his boxers and socks.

Yugi turned a deeper red. Yugi won again, and his heart was beating in his throat.

"You ok?" asked Yami at seeing his flushed expression, getting up to fill two cups of water before coming back to give Yugi one.

"Uh huh. Y...You're really gorgeous...and really close to naked." Yugi gulped.

"Yeah, I know. What, don't like it?" he teased him, dealing the cards to have Yugi get a king, queen, and ack. "Strip off a piece, Yugi."

Yugi gulped, pulling off his pants.

Yami couldn't help looking at him, licking his lips, "You sure you want to keep playing this game? Or try...something else?"

Yugi gnawed his lip. "Something else!" He chirped. He DID NOT want to take his shirt off.

Yami smirked, leaning in to kiss him deeply.

Yugi's eyes opened wide, staring at Yami as he was kissed. He didn't really know what he was doing, but he gingerly kissed back, enjoying the feeling.

Yami pulled back when they both needed to breathe, but he then said in a husky tone, "Want to play a love game with me?"

Yugi just swallowed, all words lost at what he said and how he said it. He just shook his head up and down.

Yami snaked his arms around him, pulling him close, leaning down to nibble sensually on the juncture of Yugi's neck and shoulder, kissing along the spot while his hands roamed his body. They were both lost in the moment and sensations.

Yugi moaned quietly, running his hands up and down Yami, exploring every (decent) inch.

"We don't have to go all the way if you're not comfortable," he said softly, leaning into the smaller male's touch while he continued to give Yugi attention.

"I...it's just...I..." Yugi bowed his head, embarrassed.

"What is it?" he asked gently.

"N...nothing. I...I just am new to this is all." Yugi whispered.

"We can take it slow," he offered.

Yugi just kept his head down, nodding.

"It's ok," he assured, wanting Yugi to know he's not angry or anything, stroking Yugi's hair gently in an affectionate way.

Yugi looked up. "S...sorry." He whispered.

"You have nothing to be sorry about," he reassured, holding him close.

Yugi cuddled into Yami, sighing in relief.

"Do you want to stay here for the night?" asked Yami.

Yugi was quietly snoring.

"I guess that answers my question. Hmm, I'll wake him later for supper."

Yugi snuggled into Yami, sleeping comfortably well for the first time in a long time.

"He looks so cute asleep," murmured Yami, knowing he'd keep him safe.

Yugi wrapped his arms around Yami, settling down and continuing to snore.

Yami smiled softly, just sitting there with Yugi wrapped around him.

Yugi rolled around about fifteen minutes later, snuggling to get comfortable, face down in Yami's crotch area, Yugi's sleeping hot breath warming Yami's boxers.

Yami blushed, not expecting that to occur. He remained still, a little uncomfortable with this position.

Yugi dug his head into Yami's crotch a bit more, struggling to get comfortable.

Yami didn't want to have to move him. He looked so comfortable on his lap like this.

Yugi went back to sleeping, snoring quietly, arms wrapped around Yami.

Yami's kind of trapped in this position now. He can't wake Yugi up either. So, he's kind of in a bind right now.

After about an hour, Yugi snuffled, waking up and sitting up. "Did I fall asleep?" He asked sleepily, sitting up.

"Yep," answered Yami. "You were so cute asleep too, but you are that way awake too."

Yugi blushed. "Sorry." he whispered.

"It's ok," he grinned, putting up the stuff he had out in the living room before getting dinner. "Hungry?"

"Uh huh!" Yugi grinned. He seemed to have slept off the wine buzz he had. He came up behind Yami and hugged him, wrapping his arms around Yami's waist. "I'm sorry about earlier."

"No need to apologize," he assured, smiling softly at feeling Yugi's arms around him.

Yugi smiled, digging his head into Yami's back and squeezing lightly.

"You're so adorable," Yami admitted, fixing their plates of pasta in a marinara sauce with a side salad. "We can watch a movie or something while we eat if you want."

"That sounds great!" Yugi chirped, taking a plate with a quiet "thank you"

"Cool," grinned Yami, settling back down on the sofa before clicking the TV on to see what Yugi would like.

"Ermahgawhd!" Yugi yelled. "I have always wanted to see 'It.'" Yugi bounced excitedly.

"Hehe, you have good taste. I had it recorded a while ago. Just been waiting to have the right company with me," smiled Yami, putting it on for them to watch the horror film.

Yugi finished his meal and then cuddled up next to Yami, covering his face at a couple of scenes.

Yami wrapped an arm around him, setting their empty plates on the coffee table in front of them. He grabbed a blanket, draping it across them.

Yugi smiled happily. The evening was wonderful. After the movie ended, he smiled up at Yami. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm glad you came," Yami said softly, feeling happier than he ever has in a long time.

"Me, too." Smiled Yugi, hugging Yami as he yawned.

"You want to stay the night?" he asked at noticing how tired Yugi seemed.

"Yea, thanks." Yugi yawned, laying down on the couch.

"No problem," he smiled, cuddling him close. "I have a bedroom, you know. You might be more comfortable in there if you want to join me. Nothing has to happen. We can just cuddle."

"Ok. And long as you promise nothing will happen." Yugi smiled.

"Of course, Aibou," smiled Yami, picking him up to carry him into his bedroom to lie down for the night. "Do you want to call your brother to let him know where you are?"

"Yea, I will text him." Yugi pulled out the phone, texting Atem really quickly.

Atem received it after he had mind blowing sex with Akefia of course. He saw it, noticing it's from Yugi. He texted back saying to be safe, thanking him for letting him know where he is, and to see him back at home later. he didn't have very strict rules.

Yugi cuddled up to Yami, as Akefia pulled Atem back in bed.

Yami wrapped his arm around him, cuddling with the shorter teen until they fell into a peaceful sleep within each other's arms.

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So, Marik decided to take Bakura home with him even though Bakura didn't really want to. The blonde could tell he's a grump sometimes. Besides, he'd have to introduce them eventually. He thought it's better now than never.

Bakura looked sideways at Marik. "Do I have to be fucking nice?" He growled.

"Just be your usual sunny disposition," replied Marik with a small grin.

"You either really hate them or want them to hate me." Bakura huffed.

"Only my sister, but I do like my half-brother," replied Marik. "Sis did nothing to help during the time we were in the tomb. She tried, but couldn't understand fully how to help. And thus, that's why I live with PTSD because of those times."

Bakura frowned, taking it all in. PTSD must have been the problem Malik was discussing.

"It's why I don't like being touched on my back, but I trust you for some weird reason so I've been able to relax when you've touched there," explained Marik while they walked.

Bakura grabbed Marik's hand, kissing it. "I won't hurt you." He growled.

"I know," he replied quietly, giving him a small smile. "Same goes for you."

Bakura pulled him close, giving him a deep kiss.

He kissed him back passionately; wrapping his arms around him to pull him close against him.

Bakura leaned him against the wall, kissing him more heatedly.

He didn't mind the heat because he could easily return it. He grinded his hips against him.

"Oh, damn, Mar'." Bakura moaned, kissing him more heatedly, gripping Marik's hips.

"Later," he promised, pulling back to breathe. "I mean about fucking."

Bakura nibbled on his lip. "You sure?"

"When I'm around my temptation I don't know," he giggled. "So, nope, but probably wait 'cause I don't want to be late."

Growling, Bakura nodded, pulling back. "I hate waiting."

"I know, but it's worth it in the end," winked Marik, leading the way after grabbing Bakura's hand.

Bakura nodded, following.

Eventually, they arrived at the apartment Marik's sister, Ishizu and his half-brother Odion live in. He knocked at the door, waiting for an answer.

A woman with dark brown hair opened the door. "Marik! It's so good to see you. Is this your friend?" She smiled at Bakura as he looked at her grumpily.

"Nope, boyfriend," he corrected her. "Finally, I'm not single anymore. I thought it would be nice to visit you know."

The woman smiled brightly. "It is so nice to meet you!"

"Come on, Bakura, let's head in," grinned Marik, grabbing the silverette's hand when Ishizu allowed them inside. "Is Odion here too?"

"He is grabbing some naan, but will be here soon." Smiling, she ushered them into the kitchen. "Something to drink?" Bakura nodded.

Marik nodded as well, "Ah, ok. Sure, that'd be great. How have things been here and you?"

"Pretty good." She grabbed some tea and started pouring tea into cups

"How's work at the Museum going?' he asked.

"Good. How is the force?" She set the teas down and grabbed some cheese and crackers, arranging them on a plate.

"It's been a little bit of a tough time," he admitted. "Yami was laid off for a while, but he's back now."

"That's good. I know he loves being a cop." She set the platter down, sitting down herself.

"Yeah, I know," agreed Marik, accepting a cup to take a sip from the tea she had prepared, knowing Bakura would be grumpy until he satisfied him later.

Bakura frowned, looking at the tea. Pulling out a flask, he poured some in it. Ishizu pursed her lips, but said nothing.

"So, sorry for asking this, but anyone new in your life yet?" Marik asked her to take his sister's mind off what Bakura did.

Ishizu smiled, shaking her head. "No, not right now."

"Ok," he didn't want to press her for information, knowing she'd tell him on his own time.

"So, how did you meet Bakura?" She asked politely.

"At a bar," he admitted. "You know, the one Malik owns. He's become rather popular."

Ishizu nodded. "So I've heard." About then the door opened. "That must be Odion." Ishizu noted.

"Ishizu?" asked Odion, coming in with a few bags which he settled on the kitchen counter, noticing Marik's here which caused him to smile fondly at his half-brother. "Hey, Mar."

"Odion," Marik perked up, going over to hug him before letting him go, his personality shifting from being nonchalant to a little puppy in an instant.

"Heh, nice to see you too, little brother," he said softly, ruffling Marik's hair, returning the hug before he released Marik. "I see you brought someone with you."

"Oh yes," he smirked widely. "This is Bakura."

"Nice to meet you," said the bald headed Egyptian male.

Bakura nodded. "Nice ta meet ya."

The night progressed well of them having a quaint meal together. Marik knew Bakura didn't like to wait for them to have some sexy time together. They said their goodbyes when everything had finished up. Marik promised to visit again soon before heading out with Bakura, a content grin on his face as he skipped with Bakura following him to return to wherever they'd stay for the night.

Bakura led him back to Bakura's apartment. In the elevator, Bakura shoved Marik against the wall, rubbing against Marik.

Marik pressed back against him, wanting him so bad. He knew Bakura had waited and he'd receive what he deserved from him.

Bakura kissed down to Marik's neck, slamming his hand on the stop elevator button as he slid down, ripping Marik's pants down, engulfing Marik's cock in his mouth.

"Bakura," he whimpered, his cock throbbing with need at feeling his mouth around him.

Bakura growled, humming as he moved up and down on Marik's cock.

Marik moaned, loving the feeling of Bakura giving him some attention. He supposed it's his punishment for making him wait.

Bakura slid off, eyes hooded. Standing, he flipped Marik around as Marik heard the zipper unzip. "Ready, Tomb keeper, for me to put my slab in your tomb?" Bakura growled.

"Fuck yes," he moaned, rubbing his rump against Bakura's man meat.

Bakura growled, slamming into Marik. "You. Like. That. Huh?" He grunted, sliding back and forth.

"Nope, I love it," he grinned in response, arching his back.

Bakura grunted. "Good. Cause...I love you." He bit Marik's neck.

Marik moaned, "Love you too."

He hit the button and the elevator continued up as he kept pumping.

Marik bucked his hips in time, his back remaining arched as he moaned loudly. He loved, wanted, and needed this man of his along with his feverish passion and lust.

The door opened, and Marik heard a gasp as Bakura growled, "Piss off." as he kept slamming into Marik.

"Be nice," pouted Marik, still moaning as he bucked against his silverette lover.

"They can fuckin' leave or watch." Bakura growled as he climaxed inside of Marik, a sheen of sweat on his taxed body.

"Don't care either way really," muttered Marik, shivering at feeling the heat released inside of him.

Bakura flipped Marik around, stroking him off.

"Mmm, Bakura," moaned Marik, pressing into his hand. "That feels good."

Bakura smirked, stroking Marik to orgasm.

Marik moaned, releasing his jizz onto Bakura's hands.

Bakura smirked, pulling his pants up, then picking Marik up and carrying him into the apartment.

Marik wrapping his arms around Bakura's neck as he is carried. He laid down with him when they reached the bed.

Bakura stripped, and then nuzzled him.

Marik returned the affectionate gesture, "Heh, this is the good life, isn't it?"

"Yea, Tomb keeper, it is," Bakura snuggled next to Marik, truly happy for once.