Return To Paradise | By : Aten Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 2013 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh! I DO own Aten, Aria, Robbie, Miranda, Umi, and all other OC’s in this story. I get no money off of this and I do this for my own personal enjoyment. Also, I wish to note that the language that Eric and the Crusaders use is not intended to offend anyone of any particular belief.
WARNINGS FOR STORY: YAOI, LEMONS, HET, MENTIONS OF INCEST, NCS (RAPE), DEATH, VIOLENCE, LIME, LANGUAGE! Any other warnings that I forget here will be mentioned at every chapter. I place warnings on all chapters having lemons (Het and Yaoi), mentions of incest, NCS chapters, and especially Language warnings.
WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: BAKURA / MARIK LIME!!! LANGUAGE!
Sunrise
Malik opened his eyes tiredly as he heard the wind howl outside. The early morning sunlight crept into the room as he snuggled into the bedsheets. He heard from the news the night before that the cold weather was coming to an end and he smiled.
He snuggled further into the comfortable sheets and felt skin beginning to press against his. Something hard was pressing against his backside and a hand began rubbing his hip lightly.
“Good morning, yami.”
A mischievous chuckle was heard in his ear. “Good morning, hikari.”
“What are you doing, Yami Marik?”
“Giving you your ‘Good Morning Grope.”
Malik looked at the clock which read 6:46. “You’re an hour early.”
“I wanted to make sure I got it in before you had to go help Ryou make breakfast for the kids,” Marik said, letting his hands rub Malik’s hips and slowly make their way to the front.
Malik breathed in air through his teeth as his yami wrapped his hand around him. “You’re naughty.”
Marik chuckled. “Oh yes….I am a very naughty boy.”
Malik turned his head and looked up into his yami’s purple eyes. “Okay. Just a little morning grope….but I have to get going soon.”
Marik pressed his lips against Malik, bringing him into a deep, hungry kiss. His hips grinded against Malik as his hand touched Malik’s arousal softly.
Malik giggled into the kiss as he felt Marik’s desire growing, his arousal was becoming painfully hard and he knew his yami would not be able to last longer.
“Okay! Groping time is over!” Malik said, smacking Marik’s ass hard that the crack resonated through the room.
“OW!” Marik screamed loudly, covering his ass with his hand. The yami rolled over onto his knees and raised his butt into the air.
A baby’s cry was heard beside their room.
“See what you did, Marik, you woke the baby!”
“OW! OW! OW!” Marik protested.
Malik giggled as he stood up, throwing the covers off himself and his yami. “I didn’t hit you that hard.”
Malik heard Ryou running towards the baby’s room. “Now you woke up Ry!”
Malik heard Ryou talking to the baby in the next room.
‘Rhett, it’s okay, baby boy. Shhhhh……I’m here…..Shhh….it’s okay.”
Malik wrapped his purple bathrobe around himself as Ryou opened the door.
“Do you mind spanking a little----?” Ryou blinked as he saw Marik’s ass in the air and his hand covering a red buttcheek. “Do you mind spanking each other a little quieter next time? You woke the baby.”
“Ow! Malik hit me!”
Ryou saw Malik giggling from across the room. “You probably deserved it,” Ryou said, laughing inside at the strong yami whining because his hikari gave him a spanking.
Spanking was always a favorite of Marik’s and it surprised Ryou that Marik would whimper when he was hit too hard.
Marik removed his hand from his ass and grinned at Ryou. “Ryou, Malik hit me and made a boo boo on my bottom! Can you kiss it?”
Ryou shook his head. “Oh good gods…..”
Marik wiggled his ass in the air. “It needs a kiss!”
Bakura yawned and stepped beside Ryou. “Ryou, what’s going---? HOLY HELL, ISHTAR! Put some pants on, man! Nobody needs to see your potato sacks, man!”
Marik snickered and wiggled his ass. “Ryou won’t kiss my boo boo!”
Bakura raised his eyebrow. “Ishtar, you are nuts.”
Ryou nodded. “Yes. He is.”
Marik grinned and wiggled his ass at Bakura. “Come on, Itemri. I know you want me.”
Malik giggled and walked beside Marik. “I’ll make it up to you later.” The hikari licked Marik’s ear. “Let’s go make breakfast, Ryou. The sight of Marik’s naked ass might traumatize the kid.”
Ryou nodded. “Yes, I think Rhett is a hungry boy. Aren’t you?”
The baby cuddled against Ryou and cooed.
Malik turned to Bakura. “Pancakes or Omelet?”
Bakura grinned. “Omelet, of course!”
“Bakura, it’s amazing that with the amount of eggs you eat each week, that you don’t have a cholesterol problem.”
Bakura grinned at the hikari. “I’m dead, remember? Dead people don’t have problems with cholesterol. My heartbeat is all fake.”
Malik nodded. “I know. I just love to harass you.”
“Go help Ry,” Bakura said, giving Malik’s ass a lighter smack than what Malik gave his yami.
Malik giggled out.
Bakura saw Marik groan into the comforter. He lip curled in a grin and he kicked the door until it was only open a crack. The yami crawled up behind his former lover and kissed the red mark on Marik’s buttock.
“Oh my, Itemri…..”
Bakura kissed the other buttock with a grin, making Marik moan and whimper into the cover. Bakura kissed Marik’s hip and up Marik’s spine.
The blond yami lowered his hips slightly as Bakura kissed up his back, using his tongue intermittently to lap at his Egyptian skin.
Bakura moved his hair and licked and kissed the back of Marik’s neck. “Ishtar….you’re so damn sexy.”
Marik’s hips began rubbing against the comforter. His whimpers alerted Bakura as to how desperate the blond was for release. “Itemri…..please….”
Bakura reached under Marik and wrapped his hand around Marik’s arousal. “My, my…what do we have here, Marik Jibade Ishtar?”
“You know damn well what it is,” Marik moaned.
Bakura tilted Marik’s head to the side and kissed him deeply, while stroking Marik lightly.
The door opened slightly……..
Bakura increased his stroking speed on Marik’s arousal and grinded against Marik. “Ishtar…..”
“Itemri…..I want you inside me….please.”
“BOO!” a loud voice called as Kai jumped from the side of the bed.
“AHH!” Bakura and Marik shrieked, startled.
Marik thrust his hips down against the comforter, trapping Bakura’s hand underneath him.
“Kai! What are you doing?” Bakura asked.
Marik’s eyes went wide with Bakura’s as Bakura felt a warm liquid cover his hand.
‘Please tell me this is what I hope it is,’ Bakura thought.
“Papa Marik, you told Papa what mommy tells my daddy!”
Bakura swallowed hard. The thought of Aria telling Umi ‘I want you inside me’ meaning, ‘Please take your penis and put it inside my vagina’ was too much for Bakura to handle. He didn’t want to think of his daughter having sex. Aria was his baby with Ryou. He created Aria with Ryou! He had sex with Ryou as a female, Ryou got pregnant with Aria. He watched her birth. He changed Aria’s diaper. He didn’t want to think of his daughter as a sexual being.
Marik, on the other hand, was much more open about sex with his son. When he saw Aten, he didn’t hesitate to ask questions about his sex life with Robbie: ‘Did you get it up?’ ‘How many times did you make him cum like a freight train?’ These were questions that were commonplace, though Aten always blushed when his father asked those personal questions. The most famous Ishtar conversation always discussed interesting ways to bend your partner into impossible sexual positions. Aten always invented a new shade of red during those conversations.
Marik always told Aten, ‘Sexual position number so-and-so is a bitch, but if you pull it off, you’ll have orgasms like you’ve never imagined, my boy!’
Bakura moved his hand, still trapped under Marik, and still covered in something sticky.
“I certainly hope this isn’t pee,” Bakura groaned.
“Eww! Papa peed on Papa Marik!”
Marik snaked his hand under himself and touched what Bakura’s hand was caught in. He grinned. “Nope, I didn’t pee the bed.”
“You better haven’t,” Bakura said, pulling his hand free. “Malik will not be happy.”
“I haven’t, Itemri. Relax.”
Bakura looked at his hand out of Kai’s sight. “I gotta wash my hand.”
Marik looked over at Kai and grinned. “You should go downstairs and tell Nana what you want for breakfast.”
Kai nodded happily. “I want food!”
“Well, go tell Nana what you want.”
Kai ran out of the room and Marik chuckled.
Marik stood up and put his gold and black bathrobe on. He walked across the hall to the bathroom. He knocked on the door quietly. “Itemri?”
Bakura threw the door open. “You are so lucky you didn’t pee on my hand!”
“You were scared, too.”
“Not scared. Startled is the word.”
“Okay, startled. We got too used to having no kids around.”
Bakura nodded. “Yeah, I know. We’re so used to just doing whatever we want. We’ve gotta get into the swing again.”
“I agree,” Marik said with a grin. “Hey,” Marik said, pulling the white-haired hikari against him. “You’re very sexy.”
Bakura snickered. “Are you just telling me that because I helped you…let it all go?”
“Hell no,” Marik grinned. “I mean it.”
“You’re sexy, too,” Bakura said, pulling Marik into a hungry kiss.
Bakura watched Marik go down the steps. Today was going to be an interesting day. Rhett cried because he was startled by the Ishtar’s Morning Spanking.
Marik had his ass stuck up in the air.
He was groping Marik and was startled by Kai.
Today was going to be definitely interesting.
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Aten took a deep breath as he walked on the treadmill. Katie stood beside him and increased his pace minutely. Aten moved his legs faster to keep up.
“That’s the last increase Dr. Zira wanted me to try. If you feel light-headed, Aten, let me know.”
Aten nodded. “Okay.”
Katie looked at Aten’s heart rrate and noted its increase. “How are you, Aten?”
Aten nodded, sweat forming on his skin. “Keepin’ up…”
“You’ve improved a little. Dr. Zira will be happy.”
Aten panted. “I walk….as much….as I can.”
Katie saw Aten slouch and his legs began to slow. His breathing became more sharp. Katie slowed Aten’s pace and wrapped the blood pressure cuff around Aten’s arm.
“Sorry,” he panted.
“No reason to apologize, Aten. You’re doing a terrific job,” she said, squeezing the pump on the blood pressure cuff.
Sweat formed more on Aten’s forehead as he struggled to keep up.
//You know you can’t do it.// His internal yami said with acid in his voice. //You’re weak.//
The teen shook his head. “I…can’t…stop this thing.”
Katie stopped the treadmill and removed the cuff. She helped him over to a seat nearby. “Your blood pressure went up to high. I had to stop you anyway.”
Aten panted heavily. “I thought….I’d be…walking at a….normal pace.”
Katie smiled at him. “Aten, you’ve made good progress. I just told you that you’ve been improving.”
Aten sighed. “Well, at least I can keep up with Robbie and his cane.”
“You see, Aten? Dr. Zira will be proud of your progress.”
Aten sat up straight and rubbed his chest. “It feels tight.”
Katie stood up and put her hand on her patient’s shoulder. “Just relax and take deep breaths, Aten. I’m going to bring Robbie in. Dr. Zira will be right with you.”
“Okay.”
Aten watched Katie leave.
//Tired already?//
Aten groaned as he heard the voice of Yami Aten/Aku talking to him. /Yes, I’m tired. My chest hurts./
An evil chuckle inside froze him. //Pathetic boy.//
Aten clenched his fists angrily. “I’M NOT PATHETIC!”
He looked up after his outburst and saw Katie and Robbie looking down at him.
“Aten, are you feeling okay?” Robbie asked.
Aten looked up at his husband with large eyes. “I’m not pathetic.”
Robbie put his arms around Aten and hugged him. “Katie says you’ve been doing a bang-up job!”
“I’ll send Dr. Zira back here after he reviews these results. Aten, stay here and catch your breath. Robbie, Nurse Browning is at the desk if you need help.”
“Thanks, Katie,” Robbie said, sitting beside Aten.
Aten grabbed Robbie’s hand and squeezed it lightly. Robbie returned the reassuring squeeze.
“I think this Cardiac Rehabilitation is helping. You’re walking a bit faster and a little further, according to Katie.”
Aten shrugged. “I have to keep up with you, you know.”
Robbie laughed and tapped the floor with his cane. “Keep up? With this cane? Aten, you can run circles around me!”
Aten shrugged. “Maybe.”
Robbie smiled and leaned over. “Hey, look at me.”
Aten turned his eyes to Robbie, but kept his face forward.
“We don’t need to race each other down the street.”
The Egyptian smiled a little. “I guess you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right. Who do we have to impress?”
Aten noddd. “At least we can keep up with each other. We’ll be walking down the street like an elderly couple.”
Robbie smiled and kissed Aten’s cheek. “See, Aten, it’s not all that bad.”
Aten leaned over and kissed Robbie. Robbie giggled into the kiss with his husband.
They heard the door open and they pulled back.
“Am I interrupting, boys?”
Both teens shook their heads. “No, Dr. Zira.”
The old doctor snickered. “I was young once, boys, too. You can’t pull the cover over my eyes.”
“What cover?” Robbie asked innocently.
“You know very well what I am talking about, Robert Allen Morgan-Ishtar. Wow. That’s a mouthful, you know, Robbie.”
Robbie snickered. “Yeah, imagine having to co-sign all Aten’s medical release forms with that name!”
Dr. Zira chuckled, pulling over a chair towards the couple. “Aten, I went over your scores and I see a slight improvement over the last time you came.”
“Aten doesn’t believe that he made any improvement.”
“You have, son. The last time you reached a maximum speed of 2.4 on the treadmill. This time, your speed was 2.6. Let’s keep you at 2.5 for a while. I think that would be best.”
“2.6 is really fast.”
Dr. Zira wrote Aten’s comment in his chart. “How have things been with you, Aten?”
“They’ve been….okay.”
“Any swelling of the legs?”
Aten nodded. “Yes, but when it happens, I just take my water pills and keep my legs elevated if I can.”
“I’ve noticed something different,” Robbie interjected. “Aten’s been sleeping a little more than usual.”
“Really? How much longer?”
Robbie scratched his curly black hair. “He’s sleeping an extra…I’d say….three hours during his afternoon nap.”
“I’ve been working on paintings. It’s been hard concentrating on my subject matter. It’s hard to keep focused.”
Dr. Zira continued to write. “Has concentrating been difficult for a long time, Aten?”
Aten shook his head. “No, it’s only been recently.”
“I see. Robbie, can I speak to Aten alone for a few minutes?”
Robbie nodded. “Okay.”
Robbie kissed Aten’s forehead and limped out of the room. He walked out to the hall and sat outside he room. He picked up a Parenting magazine and began to read. It was the only reading material available on the table.
“Hello, Limpy,” he heard a voice above him say. He looked up and saw a very pregnant Rhonda standing there. Her eyes look bloodshot.
“Hi, Rhonda,” Robbie said, looking back down at his magazine.
She grabbed his magazine and grinned. “So what are you doing here, loser?”
“Give that back!” Robbie growled, standing up. “I’m here with Aten.”
“Oh, your faggy hubby, hmm? I’m amazed he’s not dead yet.”
Robbie grabbed the magazine out of her hands. “I’m busy.”
Rhonda laughed. “Yeah, busy being the dink you always are!”
Robbie grit his teeth. “Go away.”
Rhonda giggled as she looked at the magazine. “Awww…..Robbie wants to have a baby? That’s gonna be a problem unless you can magically make Aten get a magical uterus and a cunt.”
Robbie curled his lip in disgust. “Go. Away. Now.”
“Well, Robbie, you better just keep dreaming! Nobody would want a fudge-packer’s dick in her.”
“GO AWAY BEFORE I MAKE YOU!” he shouted, raising his cane angrily.
Rhonda jumped back and laughed. “Yeah, I better get my baby away from you before it becomes deformed like you and retarded like Aten.”
Robbie watched her walk away. ‘I feel really bad for that kid in there.’
Robbie heard the door open and Aten walked out.
“Is everything okay out here? I heard you screaming.”
Robbie put down the magazine. “Yeah, everything is fine. Let’s go home.”
**********************
Malik held the bottle of formula. “For lunch we have some rice cereal for you, little guy!”
Rhett clapped his hands and took the bottle from Malik. “Ba-Ba!”
Malik sat down and held the baby in his arms. Rhett pursed his lips around the bottle and tried holding it up by himself. Malik had to steady the bottle for the suckling baby.
“That’s a good boy, Rhett. Hey, Ryou, I think Rhett is beginning to get teeth!”
“Really?” Ryou looked back, smiling. “Thanks for feeding him for me, Malik. I appreciate it.”
“No problem. Yeah, I think I saw a little tooth trying to break through in the front bottom.”
Ryou shook his head. “I remember the kids teething….”
“Yeah, Marik went to the Shadow Realm so he couldn’t hear the crying.”
Ryou nodded. “Yeah, you and I didn’t sleep for a while.”
Malik nodded. “At least Aria can get to experience the beautiful world of teething.”
“It’s anything but beautiful.”
Two loud screams sounded from upstairs.
“Goodness! I wonder what that’s all about!” Ryou gasped.
Malik shrugged. “I have no clue. Good boy, Rhett. You’re going to grow up and be a strong boy, aren’t you? Aren’t you?”
The baby’s large eyes focused on Malik as he sucked hungrily.
“You’re gonna be strong like your daddy, aren’t you?”
Rhett continued to feast.
Ryou heard fast, tiny footsteps run down the stairs. A mischievous giggle accompanied Kai into the kitchen.
“I see Papa and Papa Marik being like mommy and daddy and I scare them!”
Malik’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Kai, did you scare them?” Ryou asked.
“Uh-Huh! I scare good! I go‘BOO!’ That scared them! Papa Marik peed himself!”
Malik closed his eyes tightly, trying not to die laughing while feeding the baby.
“Poor Marik. Come here, Kai. Let’s get your hands clean for breakfast,” Ryou said, picking up the child. He turned on the sink with one hand and held Kai in his arms. “Wash your hands well. I’ll have your breakfast ready in a minute.”
Kai washed his hands and wiggled them. “Soapy!” he exclaimed as the soap flew onto the cabinets and into Ryou’s eye.
“Kai, be careful. Okay, rinse your hands well.”
Kai ran his hands under the water and shook them. “CLEAN!”
Ryou giggled. “Yes, you are a clean boy!” Ryou cradled the boy in his arms and covered his face with kisses. “My grandson is so clean!”
Kai giggled and tried to squirm away playfully.
Ryou carried him over to his chair and sat him in it. Ryou made Kai his breakfast as Malik finished feeding Rhett.
Marik and Bakura came downstairs in their robes.
Marik looked at the clock. “I better get my ass in gear!” he exclaimed as he ran for a small box of cereal and dashed upstairs.
Bakura went to Ryou and wrapped his arm around Ryou from behind. “How’s my sexy other half this morning?”
Ryou giggled. “Making your omelet, baby.”
Bakura kissed the back of Ryou’s neck and sat at the table.
“What do you have planned today?” Malik asked, trying to burp the baby.
“Ryou and I have to see Dr. Zira. Marik’s gotta go to work for moneybags. Oh! I discovered his access code for the elevator at KaibaCorp.”
Ryou giggled. “I know you are PinkyPoo16.”
Malik covered his mouth, laughing hard. “Seto has a sense of humor after all!”
Bakura grinned. “Marik’s code is FluffyBunny12.”
Ryou burst out into laughter along with Malik. “Priceless!” Ryou laughed loudly.
Ryou carried Bakura’s omelet over to him, still giggling.
“Thanks, baby,” Bakura said, kissing his husband on the cheek.
Marik ran into the room, zippering up his fly. “What did I miss?”
“FluffyBunny12.”
Marik narrowed his eyes. “Bastards.”
The three burst into laughter again.
“I’ll see you around….PINKY POO!”
Bakura snickered. “Sure will, Fluffy Bunny!”
Marik grunted and kissed Malik’s cheek. “I’m going to work.”
Ryou tried to contain his laughter, but he failed. “Bye, Marik.”
Marik shook his head as he grabbed his lunch from the refrigerator.
“Hop along the bunny trail to work,” Malik giggled.
The blond yami shook his head. “I get no respect.”
Malik stood up and grabbed Marik’s wrist. “One second, you!”
“What?”
Malik pulled Marik into a deep, hungry, seductive kiss. “I’ll be waiting for you when you get home. Maybe my little Fluffy Bunny would like to breed like a rabbit.”
The blond yami grinned from ear to ear. “Maybe….”
Malik pat Marik’s ass. “See you when you get home, Fluffy Bunny.”
Marik snickered and kissed Malik again. “Looking forward to it.”
Bakura shook his head as Marik left for work. “Seto really has a sense of humor more twisted than Ishtar or myself.”
*****************************
Araqiel smiled from his desk typing hurriedly at his keyboard. He smiled as the ‘Story of the Century’ was being written out before him.
He sipped from his coffee and sorted through the evidence on his desk.
His cohort had supplied him with new photos and he had witnessed the truth from some of his encounters with Yami and the two who were called Bakura and Marik.
“I’m going to be famous,” he grinned as he typed. “Tabloids first…..Then, I will prove it is real with this baby right here,” he grinned as he patted a closed file folder.
He read the headline to his article: Shadow Magic = Devil Magic?
‘I think it needs something a little different,’ he thought.
‘What about…..’Ancient Magic threatens Domino City’?’
That could spread panic. He didn’t want that right away. Sure, these people, beings, spirits, could be deadly….
Fear was a good way to bring readers in…..
If they were afraid, the more copies people would buy.
What kind of ancient magic?
Where did it come from?
What kind of threat does it pose to me or my family?
These were the questions that would spread fear among the citizens.
Fear=more papers sold.
More papers sold=more money
More money=more notoriety
More notoriety=more editors begging him for more of the story or begging him to work for them on a full time basis.
He could become rich and influential.
Araqiel typed his name under the headline. “It’s time to expose this ancient threat to the modern world.”
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