A/N: Written by Akiko Kuro Ookami and CapicornKitty1975. Edited by myself. I have permission to upload to FFN on behalf of the Authors.
Part 2
Chapter 7
A Couple of Years Later
During the few years that passed, one of the couples had married which had been Marik and Bakura while Yami and Yugi are still testing out the living together part with kids until they decide to marry. Unfortunately, one couple remained upset because while Ryou wanted to marry, Seto has been stalling though he doesn't know why.
Meanwhile, Malik and Joey were enjoying the good life, partying. They had decided to be monogamous, but had no desire to be married. Joey looked at Malik one night, at the end of the shift. "If Yam' and Yug' is living together, Marik and Bakura got hitched, we are happily not gettin' married, why do ya tink Seto hadn't popped da question?"
"He's a stick in the mud," Malik pointed out, thinking about it. "He also doesn't want to be hurt again. He's probably afraid."
"Hurt again? How was he hurt before? I never could get anyone to tell me." Joey pouted.
"His past lover before Ryou had ditched him at the altar," replied Malik. "I don't remember the name.'
Joey whistled low. "Damn, dat's cold."
"Yep," agreed Malik, sighing. "But Ry isn't like that. I get it, but he's hurting Ryou by holding out, ya know."
"I know." Joey slung an arm around Malik. "Ready for bed?"
"Hell yes," grinned Malik, taking him to their room to lie down for the night after a long day of working at the tavern.
Joey put Malik on the bed, grabbing a foot, putting some lotion on his hands and working Malik's sore feet.
"Mmm, that feels nice," murmured Malik as he relaxed from his lover's touch.
"I saw ya limpin' earlier." Joey noted. "Ya need better shoes."
Malik pouted, "Maybe I need to walk less instead. Heh"
Joey frowned. "Do you need to go to the doctor?"
"I don't like doctors," he grumbled.
Joey dropped it, his mind working as he worked on Malik's foot. "Didja see dat girl hittin' on ya?" Joey grinned at Malik.
"Huh? There was?" asked Malik. "It's hard for me to notice others, you know; if they're not you."
Joey smiled. He crawled up in bed, pulling Malik to him. "G'nite, hon."
"Night, puppy," yawned Malik, holding him close as they fell asleep in each other's arms.
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Yugi woke, holding his stomach, and running to the bathroom.
Yami woke when hearing the sound. Rushing over, he went to push Yugi's hair back out of the way with his other hand rubbing Yugi's back gently.
"Are you ok, Aibou?" he asked worriedly.
"I think so." Yugi muttered, shaking. He rinsed his mouth out, standing up and washing his hands.
He gargled some mouthwash.
"Should we go to the doctor?" he asked, still worried.
"I'll be fine." Yugi said, smiling. "I'm just tired." He headed back to bed. "You're such a worrywart." He was still on probation, but doing exactly what he was supposed to do, so he knew it wasn't a hangover, as he wasn't allowed to drink.
"I know, but maybe we should," suggested Yami, cuddling his lover as he slipped back into bed as well.
"I'm fine." He smiled, wrapping Yami's arms around him.
"Ok, but if it happens again I'm taking you to the doctor," he said sternly.
Yugi nodded, yawning. "It could be the flu."
"Let's hope not," murmured Yami, holding him close.
Yugi cuddled into Yami, yawning.
"You should rest, Habibi," said Yami softly, seeing him yawn ever so adorably.
"Mmm..." Yugi fell back asleep.
Yami did as well after a few minutes, still worried about his lover.
Yami was awoken again as Yugi got up. "I gotta pee."
"Ok," he released Yugi from their tangle of limbs.
Yugi laid back down, cuddling up with Yami. Two minutes later, "I'm hungry."
"What do you want then?" he asked, kind of knowing what type of state Yugi is in.
"I dunno. Ice cream?" Yugi asked. "Oooo, and some french fries! Maybe some corn, too." Yugi mused.
"Um, strange, but ok," sweat dropped Yami, thinking he had those items, but would have to see.
Yugi got up, padding behind Yami into the kitchen. "I can make it so you can sleep." Yugi suggested, pulling out a can of corn.
"Are you sure?" he asked worriedly.
"Yup, I am fine, just hungry." Yugi giggled.
"Ok," replied Yami wearily before returning to bed to sleep.
Yugi snuggled up to Yami later, smelling of popcorn.
Yami didn't mind. He just worried about him. He wrapped an arm around his lover, falling back to sleep.
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Seto was typing on his keyboard. He was glad that Ryou was in his life. He wanted to ask Ryou to move in with him. He was waiting for Ryou to come over.
Ryou came over after working a shift at the local bakery. Yep, he had decided to be in a place such as this because he loved creating stuff. Plus, creampuffs? He's literally almost in heaven there. He skipped into his home, changing quickly before heading over. He smiled at Reginald, appreciating the butler's assistance. When arriving at the mansion, he walked in, taking off his shoes, then silently snuck up on Seto.
Wrapping his arms around him, he said softly, "Hi, love. Working hard, eh?"
Seto took off his glasses, leaning his head back on Ryou's shoulder as he closed his eyes. "You smell good."
"Aw, thanks. I just got off of work," smiled Ryou tenderly, not minding being leaned on. "Hehe, I did come from a bakery...so it's only natural for me to smell good."
"No, it's more than that." Seto opened his eyes, smiling at Ryou. Ryou was the only to truly see Seto's soft side...well, as soft as Seto could be. "So, I wanted to ask you something, Ryou." He pulled a key out of his pocket. "Will you move in with me?" He looked up at Ryou.
"I thought you'd never ask," he grinned, accepting the key. "I'd love to."
Seto smiled at him, standing up and embracing him in a hug, saying nothing.
Ryou hugged him back, feeling truly happy for once in such a long while. He knew being with Seto is one of the best decisions he's made.
"Ready for dinner?" Seto asked. He stood, stretching.
"Yep, oh I picked up dessert before I left. They had some of your favorite leftover from the batch," he grinned, leading Seto into the dining room.
Seto smiled. Ryou was adorably sweet, though Seto would never admit to that to...well, anyone. Walking in, the butler started serving dinner.
The two ate dinner in a comfortable silence. They didn't always need to give words to convey how they felt.
Afterwards, Seto got up, pulling Ryou to his feet. "Wanna spend the night?" Seto asked.
"Yes, but can you promise me something?" he asked, leaning against him as he glanced up through his lashes.
"You have to tell me first; I can't promise what I don't know." Seto stated matter of factly.
"Don't work," he purred in his ear. "I might keep you distracted..."
Seto swallowed hard at the deliciousness sound of Ryou's voice. "Okay, I promise." He stated in a strangled voice.
"Good," Ryou couldn't help to smile at Seto's reaction. "You're cute getting all hot and bothered from my voice alone, love."
Seto stared at Ryou, raising an eyebrow. They had never been intimate...he was always busy or tired. He had jerked off privately...that just seemed to be the timing of it all.
He grinned impishly, grabbing Seto's hand before tugging him off to Seto's bedroom, being there before to make out. They've at least had some make-out sessions, but haven't done anything else. Ryou thanked whatever god or goddess gave him the luck to have Seto not too tired or busy.
"What are you doing?" Seto asked, a smirk on his face at Ryou's impishness.
"Depends on what you want me to do," replied Ryou, tilting his head to the side cutely, sitting on Seto's bed.
Seto smiled, shaking his head. "You figure out what you want to do while I take a shower." Seto headed to the bathroom.
Ryou smirked when Seto left, stripping down until he's not wearing anything. He laid there in wait for Seto's return, an innocent look on his face.
Seto walked out, a towel wrapped around his waist. Seeing Ryou, he stopped, gulping a bit as he eyed Ryou's gorgeous form.
Ryou looked over at him, smiling softly, "Like what you see?"
"You know I do." Seto rasped out.
"Come here," he murmured, his eyes darkening slightly at seeing Seto in only a towel.
Seto walked over. He had no idea why Ryou was his weakness.
Ryou wrapped his arms around him, kissing him heatedly while grinding his hips against him. He's wanted to be intimate with Seto for such a long time. He can't wait to do this more often when he moves in.
Seto moaned, kissing Ryou back deeply. He ran his hands through Ryou's hair.
Ryou held him close, loving the taste and feel of his lover. He pulled back when they both needed to breathe.
Seto stared at Ryou, eyes hooded. "You taste amazing." Seto murmured, going down to kiss Ryou's neck.
"Mmm, so do you," murmured Ryou softly, giving playful nibbles to Seto's collarbone like a bunny.
Seto moaned, leaning his head back to give room for the nibbles.
While he nibbled, Ryou allowed his hands to roam over Seto's body, one hand rubbing across his clothed crotch.
Seto moaned at those light touches rubbing his crotch, moaning quietly.
Ryou continued to rub Seto's rising boner teasingly, slowly slipping the towel off. He trailed feather-like kisses down Seto's body until reaching his manmeat. He gave a slow swipe of it with his tongue.
Seto grunted, arching his back, head falling backwards as he grabbed the sheets.
"Like it?" breathed Ryou, bringing his hands out to rub Seto's balls.
"Oh, yea, Ryou." Seto breathed, arching his back more towards Ryou and that pleasurable feeling.
"Have you ever felt this before?" he inquired, continuing his ministrations with his hands on Seto's shaft.
"Mmm...I...I...oh, Ryou..." Seto moaned, rolling his head back and forth.
"Mmm, it's fun teasing you," giggled Ryou lightly, leaning down to give long and short licks to Seto's cock.
Seto growled lowly, arching his hips more. "Ryou...I...uh..." Seto's eyes were closed.
"Mm, good dragon," purred Ryou before taking his cock into his mouth, giving a suck to it before continuing his ministrations, but stopped before Seto could orgasm. "What do you want, Seto? To make me yours? To be inside of me? Just tell me...please."
Seto jerked his head up, eyes dark with lust. "Fuck yes I want to make you mine. I want to be so deep inside that perfect fucking ass..." Seto got up, kissing Ryou deeply.
Ryou kissed him back heatedly, pulling back to reply, "Then make me yours."
Seto couldn't have resisted if he wanted to. Flipping Ryou over, he placed a pillow under Ryou to adjust him. Seto leaned up, grabbing a bottle of lube out of the drawer with an unapologetic, "I use this when I think of you." and putting some on his fingers, preparing Ryou.
Ryou blushed, moaning at feeling his lover preparing him, widening his legs to move into a better position for him to do what he wanted with him.
"Mmm, good, that feels good," he murmured softly.
Seto kissed Ryou's back as he prepared Ryou. "Ready?" He whispered after a bit.
"Yes," replied Ryou, pressing back against him and wiggling his hips slightly. "I'm yours."
Seto added some lube to his member, sliding in slowly, giving time to Ryou for him to adjust.
Ryou moaned, getting accustomed to the girth of Seto's cock. He rocked against him, loving the way it felt having Seto inside of him.
"Let me know when you are ready." Seto whispered, running his hands over Ryou's sides.
"I will," he panted lightly, relaxing as he grew adjusted to Seto inside of him before giving the nod to go ahead.
Seto set up a rather gentle pace, holding Ryou firmly by his hips.
Ryou moaned, arching his back as he remained relaxed to make it easier for Seto to slide in and out.
Seto moaned, moving faster, pushing harder.
"Mmm, so good, Seto," he moaned, rolling back against him to create some friction.
Seto grunted, holding Ryou, speeding up. "Uh, yes, Ryou."
"I love you," he moaned loudly, enjoying the way the brunette pleasured him.
"I love you too." Seto moaned, releasing inside Ryou.
"I'm tired," murmured Ryou, rolling over when Seto pulled out, snuggling against him.
Seto held him close, falling asleep.
Ryou fell asleep shortly after, a smile on his lips. He hadn't felt so happy, content, and loved in such a long while. He can't wait to live here with Seto.
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In the place Marik and Bakura lived, the blonde Egyptian took care of their babies who are only about ten months old so far.
Bakura walked in. "Tomb keeper, I am home."
"Good," said Marik, having just fed their two kids, putting them to their nap. "How was your day?"
"Sold more drugs, got a couple more dealers, the usual..." Bakura leaned over, kissing Marik heatedly.
He kissed him back, "I missed you. I'm tired."
"Go lay down, Love." Bakura smiled.
"Mmm, thanks," he returned the smile, going to their sofa to lie down to catch some sleep.
Bakura checked on the babies, smoothing their hair while they slept. He adored Marik and their babies. Everyone else could piss off. He went out to make some dinner.
Thirty minutes later, Marik woke up. He stretched, feeling refreshed. He didn't need too long of a rest to recharge himself.
He woke to some very good smelling food cooking.
Marik walked into the kitchen, "I smell something good."
Bakura smirked. He was naked with an apron on. "Making your favorite." He winked.
"Oh, so it's not just you that smells good then?" he teased in response.
Bakura humphed. "I never smell good."
"Yes, you do," pouted Marik. "It's your natural scent."
"Asshole smells good?" Bakura asked.
"That's what you tell me in bed," replied Marik wistfully.
Bakura broke out laughing loudly, throwing his head back
Marik chuckled lightly, liking it when Bakura lets loose and is himself around him.
Bakura wrapped Marik in a hug. "Little fuckers good today?" He asked fondly.
"Yep, just normal baby stuff, you know," he murmured in response. "I've been trying different words to see if they'll try to talk. I mean I know they're only ten months old now, but still..."
"Heh...be cool if their first word was fuck." Bakura smiled fondly.
Marik shook his head slowly, "I wonder about your health sometimes...'
"Hey." Bakura frowned. His eyes clouded over for a second before focusing. "Dinner'll be ready in a few minute..." About then, Bakura passed out on the floor.
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Akefia was waiting for Atem at his favorite diner.
When Atem got off of work for the day, he headed to where Akefia told him to meet up.
"Hey, how are you?" Akefia pulled out a chair for his lover.
"Great, what about you?" he asked, settling down on the chair.
"Good. Hey, I ordered us a slice of key lime pie...they finally got it back." Akefia smiled at Atem.
"Mmm, that's awesome," grinned Atem.
The waiter set down two plates with key lime pie on each. In a lime green sauce on Atem's plate it said "Will you marry me?" with a diamond studded gold band on the pie.
Atem gasped in surprise, but then smiled softly at Akefia, "Yes, I will."
"This isn't part of your undercover investigation, right?" Akefia winked.
Atem pouted, "Nope, it's not. I do truly love you, Akefia."
Akefia smiled softly. "As I do you." He grabbed Atem's hand, kissing it gently.
"Good, I'm glad," murmured Atem softly, thinking the way Akefia did this had been sweet and thoughtful which he hadn't expected out of him.
"Don't get used to all nice and sweet. I thought this should be all sweet for you. Special occasions only." Akefia grinned, winking.
"Ok," sweat dropped Atem, thinking he'd never be able to figure him out.
Akefia grabbed Atem's hand and pulled him to the dance floor as a slow song started.
Atem danced with him, enjoying the time spent with his lover, now fiancé.
Akefia held Atem tight, vowing not to screw this up.
Atem did as well, knowing he wanted to be with Akefia for the rest of his life and the next.