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Chapter List
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Disclaimer - I may dream that I own them, but when I wake up, I'm still some poor schmuck who's not making any money off of doing this.

Author's Note - Dum de Dum de Dum . . . yep, here's another chapter. Now . . . someone asked if Yami was ever going to be allowed to come home
happy. I'm too lazy to go look up who right now (sorry), but the answer would be, yes, eventually Yami will be allowed to be happy. However, it won't be
the whole 'eternal, happily ever after' kind . . . that thing doesn't exist in real life, and so it doesn't exist in my fanfictions. Sorry if that disappoints.
Anywho . . . . LEMON SCENE! I'll let you guys find out who it is between by reading . . . wouldn't want to spoil the fun now, would I? *grin* And, if you
want to be notified of when I post a new chapter, leave your email address OR email me at draconyx1 at hotmail.com.
And now . . . on with the story!

Chapter 11 - Homecomings

Bakura followed Yami's bike closely in the Viper all the way back to the city. Surprisingly, they didn't head to the house . . . they headed for Gravitation.
Marik was working that night, as were the others . . . tonight was luckily one of Yami's rare nights off.
Bakura smiled as he watched the way Yami handled the bike. Yami rode the bike like Yami rode . . . well, everything, to be blunt. He was smooth and
powerful, but gentle.
"No way am I ever letting you go," he murmured again to the figure on the bike. He almost thought Yami had heard him, because Yami glanced back his
way and smiled, a slow, sexy, seductive grin that made Bakura hard just from the promise it held. "I don't give a shit how dangerous it gets . . . if you need
to get away, Marik and I are going with you, wherever you go."
They pulled into the employee parking lot around ten that evening. Yami dismounted from the bike, waiting beside it for Bakura to park the Viper and get
out. Bakura pulled him into a hot kiss as soon as he got near him.
"Just watching you ride that thing is a major turn on . . ." Bakura murmured. Yami smiled at him . . . the first genuine smile he'd seen since before the fight
with Malik. Shadows still lay behind his eyes however, making Bakura hold him back when he went to head for the club.
"Yami," he said, his own eyes serious as he regarded his lover, "you controlled it with me . . . you can control it with him. It doesn't control you . . . you
control it. I know you would never hurt me, and so does Marik. Give us the chance to prove it, okay?" Yami nodded, his eyes uncertain still, but calm.
They stopped just inside the backdoor of Gravitation, looking around carefully. The place was packed . . . Duke and Jou were behind the bar, and
surprisingly Marik was perched on a stool behind the bar as well, looking depressed. "You go get Marik . . . I'll meet you on the dance floor, love," Yami
murmured, releasing his hand. Bakura grabbed his hand again quickly.
"You're not going to disappear again, are you?" he murmured, suddenly worried. Yami looked at him solemnly before coming back to him and giving him a
quick kiss.
"I can't," Yami whispered. "My heart is here . . . with you and him. I know that now." Bakura smiled gently and let him fade into the crowd. Yami made his
way quickly over to the DJ, whispering in his ear quietly and pointing to Marik. The DJ nodded and grinned before Yami moved back out onto the dance
floor, lost once again in the crowd.
Marik looked up, his eyes brightening slightly as he spied Bakura, and darkening again when he saw that his white haired friend was alone.
"Yami?" he murmured. Bakura merely held out a hand to him.
"Come with me, Marik," he said.
"Bakura . . . I really don't feel like dancing right now . . ." Marik said, taking his friends hand.
"Trust me," Bakura whispered in his ear, dragging him close. "Stay beside me."

They moved out onto the dance floor as the DJ switched songs.
"This one goes out as a special request from one of our own," he said over the loudspeakers. "Here comes 'Rapture, Deep Dish Remix' from Vaiio.
Dance your heart out, bud."
The crowd slowly moved, forming a clear space near the stage. This was where Bakura headed, hauling Marik along behind him.
"Bakura . . . what the hell are you doing?" Marik said. "Did you find Yami?"
"Just trust me," Bakura called back, a grin on his face. They broke through the crowd as the singing began.

The night I laid my eyes on you

Felt everything around me move

Got nervous when you looked my way

But you knew all the words to say

Then your love slowly moved right in

All this time, oh my love, where yah been?

"Yami . . ." Marik whispered, his eyes taking in the tanned, completely bare upper body of the bartender as he stood near the stage, his body swaying
slightly to the music as Bakura stepped back. Crimson eyes met lavender for a moment before Yami opened his arms to him.

Mi, amore don't you know

My love I want you so

Sugar, you make my soul complete

Rapture tastes so sweet

Marik walked into those arms, his lavender eyes closing in relief as he felt Yami enfold him in his embrace, his body picking up the soft movements of the
crimson-eyed young man instinctively as he lay his head on Yami's shoulder and tried not to weep in relief.
"Do you like the song?" Yami murmured, his breath puffing against the blonde's ear gently. "I picked it out just for you and Bakura . . . it's how I've felt
about the two of you all along."
Marik nodded, his own arms wrapping around Yami carefully as he struggled not to cry. Yami sensed his struggle.
"I'm sorry, my beautiful one," the man whispered, his tri-colored head resting on Marik's own shoulder. "I will never run from you again. Forgive me."
I'm mesmerized in every way

You keep me in a state of daze

Your kisses make my skin feel weak

Always melting in your heat

Then I soar like a bird on the wind

Oh I glide, as I'm flying through heaven

"There's nothing to forgive," Marik murmureI unI understand why you did it . . . but let us help you. Please Yami . . . we want to help you. We . . . we love
you." Yami held him tighter.
"I love the both of you more than I can ever tell you," he replied. "I'm so afraid of hurting either of you . . . afraid of what it might do . . . but I'm going to
try. I can't do this without you though." Marik raised his head, staring into those serious crimson eyes for a moment before dipping his head down to kiss
the upraised lips. Yami returned the kiss openly, even as he felt Bakura join them. He clasped one of Bakura's hands, wrapping the white haired body
guard's arm around him and resting the pale hand on Marik's hip.
Since we connect behind closed doors

Spark this fire even more

No telling where we will be next

Surrender to your rapture aura

Lay your head {let slumber flow}

Can't resist, that's why words went wrong

Duke nudged Jou hard, causing the blonde to turn around to tell him to watch his elbows . . . and froze as he spotted the scene on the dance floor.
"Holy shit, he did it!" the amber eyed blonde murmured, staring at Yami locked in the embrace of both Marik and Bakura as they danced. "He brought him
back."
"Looks like it," Duke said, a soft smile on his face as he too watched the three men dance. "You should probably go tell Mai . . . since she's got Yugi and
Ryou back in the dressing room, they're missing the show." Jou nodded, moving slowly out of the bar and disappearing through the door to the backstage
area as Duke saw Tristan heading over.<
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"I take it you can see them," Tristan said without preamble as he came up beside the bar.
"Who can't?" Duke said. "They have to have the eye of every patron in the place." Tristan grinned.
"Hey, I'm straight and even I gotta say that's one hell of a tempting picture . . . those three look great together." He sighed. "Maybe they can help Yami
come to terms with himself and his abilities now." Duke nodded thoughtfully.
"I certainly hope so. I just wish Yami had told us." Tristan lay a comforting hand on the bouncer's shoulder.
"Yami has always been afraid of what we would think of him . . . we're the only family he has. Hell, he didn't want to tell us about them at all in the first
place. He got forced into it by that bar fight . . . and he nearly ran that time too." Duke nodded.
"I remember . . . I just hope they can help him deal with this."

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"Yami!"
The shouted sound of his name was the only warning the tri-haired man got before he was tackled by his cousin. He fought to stay on his feet, smiling a
thanks to Bakura as he came up behind the unsteady pair and let Yami use his body as a stabilizer.
"I told you I'd bring him back, Yugi," Bakura murmured to the smaller teen.
"Thank you Bakura," Yugi said, and then sniffled. Yami looked down at him, his crimson eyes concerned. He'd been so wrapped up in his own problems
he'd forgotten Yugi had just gone through hell at Malik's hands.
"Are you all right, little hikari?" he asked. In response, Yugi hit him.
"No, I'm not all right, you ass!" the little one shouted. "Between Malik attacking me and Ryou, and you taking off like a bat out of hell to gods only knows
where, I've had more than enough shit happen to me in the last few days to keep me in a psycho ward for months!" He sniffled again, watery amethyst eyes
meeting guilty crimson angrily. "Why do you always run?!" he whispered, his voice aching with hurt.
"I couldn't deal with it, young one," Yami said finally, regaining his voice. "Yugi . . . I don't know what to say or how to explain it to you. I thought that by
going away I would be protecting everyone, even if it cost me my own chance at happiness. I never wanted to hurt you, little cousin." He grunted when
Yugi tackled him again.
"Don't you ever, ever do it again, or I'll never forgive you!" the little one murmured fiercely. Yami ruffled the hair that was so much like his own gently.
"I promise, Yugi," he said solemnly. "If ever I need to leave, it won't be without warning."
"Good," Yugi said firmly, and stepped back . . . only for Ryou to take his place. Yami ran his fingers through the youth's white locks softly as the boy
hugged him fiercely. He found himself suddenly surrounded by his friends, and smiled. This was what life was . . . no matter what, his friends were here for
him. He was never going to leave them again . . . Bakura had taught him his lesson. Running from them would not protect them . . . it would only hurt them
more than he ever could with his abilities.
"I'm where I belong," he murmured, and sighed in contentment.

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The house was silent and dark when they all got back to it. Yami was relieved to see that the repair man had come and put a temporary barrier up to keep
out the elements until a window could be ordered to replace the one he'd shattered. He was less enthused by the news they'd reluctantly told him . . .
Malik's fall from the window had failed to kill him.
He stopped Bakura as he and Marik prepared to head to their own home.
"Don't go," he murmured. "Stay here, with us. I have plenty of room . . . and if Malik is still out there, I'd feel safer with the both of you here."
"Malik still knows where you live, Yami . . . it's me he's after," Marik said.
"And that is the very reason I want you here . . . strength in numbers," Yami said. "Please . . . I don't want anything to happen to either of you." Marik
looked at Bakura, his lavender eyes concerned. Bakura nodded.
"All right," he said. "I'll go pick up a few things and come right back. You stay here with Yami and the others."
"Be careful Bakura," Yami said. "If you see Malik, don't confront him. We can get more clothing for the two of you tomorrow if it comes down to that."
Bakura pulled Marik into a hug.
"Spend this time alone with Yami wisely," he whispered in the blonde's ear. "When I come back, I'm not leaving either of you alone." Marik grinned and
pushed him towards his car.
"Pervert," he muttered, watching as Bakura climbed into the Viper and pulled away.
"All right . . . we don't need to stand here gawking guys, let's get in the house. We've got a couple of bedrooms to clean out!" Yugi said., getting
everybody moving. Yami shook his head . . . it seemed Yugi was recovering well, although he knew that shit would continue to pop up. That could be dealt
with though . . .at least his little light was still with him..

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Yami disappeared into his room to change once rooms had been picked out for Marik and Bakura. He spun around when he heard the door to his room
close behind him, and smiled slightly as he saw Marik standing there.
"Something I can help you with, beautiful one?" he murmured. He was still amazed that Marik could stand to be near him after the fight with Malik. Marik
had seen what he could do first hand, and wasn't afraid of him. The why would probably always bother him.
Marik's eyes lingered on the broad expanse of skin Yami was showing as he walked slowly across the room.
"What happened between you and Bakura?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. "He's . . . different. Like he's found something he's been looking for
all along." Yami settled on the bed next to him, taking off his boots as he spoke.
"Marik . . . when Bakura found me, I begged him to let me go. He refused . . . quite firmly. One thing led to another . . . and Bakura allowed me to take his
virginity," he said quietly. "Does that bother you?" He refused to look up
. . . he didn't want to see Marik's reaction, fearing that jealousy would be in his
eyes. A tanned hand grasped his chin, raising it unti was was forced to meet the lavender orbs head on.
"No, it doesn't bother me . . . it makes me happy," Marik said. "Bakura . . . he's been waiting a long time for someone like you to come into his life. I
couldn't be bothered by him finally finding what he's been searching for, especially not when what I've been looking for I've found in the same person."
He sighed, letting go of Yami to run a hand through his blonde hair. "Bakura is closer to me than a brother . . . he's been my lover, off and on, and he's
been my closest friend through a lot of hard times. We've watched out for each other since we were children, and now we've both found the one thing that
was missing in our lives. We found you."
He sighed as Yami climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind him to rub his shoulder's gently, relaxing him.
"Well . . . as long as the two of you can share me, I have no problems," Yami said lightly, stopping to peel Marik's white shirt off of him so he could rub
the flesh beneath. His thumbs worked into the muscles, soothing away the knots of tension he felt there. "I can't help but love you both equally . . . you
both have qualities the other lacks. You're the perfect pair . . . and I thank the gods that I woke up in time to keep from losing the two of you." He bent
down, planting a loving kiss on the side of Marik's neck, pausing there to suckle gently at the sensitive flesh when Marik moaned softly.
"Yami . . ." the blonde murmured as Yami trailed light kisses up his neck to the soft spot just behind his ear. "I've wanted you since the first night I met
you . . . make love to me, like you promised in the hospital that night." Yami paused, and then nipped lightly on his ear before getting off the bed. Marik
watched as he walked across the room to lock the door, pausing on his return to look dead in Marik's eyes as he removed the leather pants he'd been
wearing.
Marik flushed, his body going hard at the sight of Yami's perfectly sculpted body. Where as Bakura was hard planes and angles that were just barely
softened by flesh, Yami was a combination of softness and rippling muscle, covered by lightly tanned skin that shone slightly in the soft lighting.
"Lay back," Yami murmured, his crimson eyes already glowing with an inner fire as Marik lay back on the bed, his eyes never leaving Yami's own. He
watched as Yami walked over to his stereo system, fiddling with the buttons until Enigma's 'Gravity of Love' floated out of the speakers.
"Do you know," Yami murmured, coming to stand beside the bed, "that first night, when I watched you dance to this, I came home and had to please
myself because I couldn't get you out of my head?" He leaned over, slowly unbuckling Marik's pants before sliding them slowly down his legs, taking his
boxers, pants, and shoes all off in one smooth motion. "You bewitched me," he murmured, running his hands lightly up the tanned thighs until they rested
on Marik's hips. "I want to taste you," he whispered, and dipped his head to take Marik's weeping erection in his mouth.
Marik cried out softly, tangling his hands in the crimson, black, and gold locks as Yami suckled him, tasting his essence. Yami nipped lightly at his tip
before deep throating his length, humming deep in his throat to give Marik the added sensation. Marik nearly screamed when Yami left him suddenly, only
to writhe when Yami returned a moment later and took up where he had left off.
His back arched as he felt Yami probe his orifice gently, inserting one, and then two fingers slowly as he suckled on Marik's length.
"Relax, my beautiful love," Yami whispered. "I will never hurt you . . . but I want to do this for you . . ." Marik opened his eyes slowly, staring up into
Yami's crimson gaze before nodding.
"I trust you," he said softly . . . and then gasped as Yami inserted 'something' warm and slippery into his passage before continuing to suck on him. "Oh
god . . ." he said hoarsely as Yami began to move the dildo within him, sucking him off and fucking him with the toy at the same time. He could feel Yami
rotating the toy slowly . . . and suddenly saw sparks as Yami found what he was looking for.
"I've never . . . no one has ever done this to me . . ." he whispered. Yami paused, sliding up his sweat soaked body to plant a gentle and loving kiss on his
lips.
"Than they have deprived themselves of the beauty of your voice," he murmured, trailing light kisses along his jaw line as he reached down to continue his
ministrations with the toy. "I want to hear you moan and cry out for me . . . I want to hear you scream my name in pleasure as I give you this gift." He
licked a path back down the tanned form before taking him into his mouth again, bobbing his head in time with the movements of his hand with the toy.
Marik jerked as Yami hit that spot within him again and again, each time bringing him closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.
"Yami . . ." he gasped, "I'm . . . I can't . . ."
"Let go, love," Yami whispered around his dick. "Cum for me." He deep throated the blonde once again, sucking on him harder as he angled the toy for a
final, world turning brush on the nerve bundle inside him.
"Yami!" Marik cried out, his back arching off the bed as he came explosively, stars flashing before his eyes in a rainbow array as he felt Yami swallow his
seed, continuing to suck until he was drained of everything he could give. He felt Yami remove the toy slowly, gasping as it slid out of him completely. "My
god," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
"We're not done yet," Yami murmured, and began to skillfully excite him to another erection. "I still have much more to give you." Marik looked up at him,
his lavender eyes wide in surprise.
"There's more?" he said softly. Yami sighed, and looked down at him sadly.
"Oh Marik . . . you have been so deprived of everything that can be good about this . . ." he whispered. "Close your eyes, my love . . . let me show you
through your other senses." Marik complied, and then moaned as he felt Yami slick warmed oil over his returned hardness. "Have you ever taken anyone?"
he asked quietly. Marik shook his head.
"No . . . I was always the one being taken . . ." he murmured. "I was the toy . . . I wasn't there to get pleasure, only to give it, at least as far as Malik was
concerned." A single, glistening tear rolled slowly from underneath his closed lids. Yami leaned down, licking at the tear softly before kissing Marik
lovingly.
"Than you're about to learn what it's like on the other side of the coin," Yami said gently . . . and Marik opened his eyes wide to meet the flaming crimson
orbs above him as Yami sank down onto him, burying Marik in his tight warmth. Yami moaned, his head sinking back as he felt Marik fill him, even as his
telekinesis spiked. He sat there for a moment, letting himself adjust. It had been a long time since he had allowed anyone to take him . . . usually, he was the
dominant one, taking with one hand and giving back whole heartedly with the other.
Somehow, Marik sensed this as he felt Yami's power gathering around him, and he shed more tears for what this one man was willing to do for him,
closing his eyes to hide them. He didn't feel worthless anymore . . . Yami made him feel whole, complete for the first time he could remember. He gasped
as Yami began to move, rocking slowly back and forth as he lifted himself up on his knees, only to take Marik into himself all over again. It was entirely
different sensation . . . one he had never experienced before.
"Open your eyes for me, Marik," Yami murmured, groaning softl he he moved. His power uncurled slowly, wrapping both him and Marik within a cocoon
of sensation as it crawled over Marik's skin, feeling like thousands of tiny fingers touching every inch of the tanned body. Once again he felt how powerful
it was becoming . . . and how fully leashed it was by the love he had for the man beneath him. He gazed down into lavender orbs lovingly, reaching out with
his mind to heal Marik's wounded soul.
*I love you . . . never again will you be just a toy, Marik,* he whispered in the blonde's head. *We are equals . . . I am yours as much as you are mine . . .
as is Bakura. We are partners . . . no one of us is dominant to the others.* Lavender eyes welled, and he bent down to kiss those tears away.
"Get behind me . . ." he murmured against Marik's lips.
"What? Oh . . . gods, Yami, I couldn't . . ." Marik gasped. It was the most dominant act he could think of . . . and Yami wanted him to take the dominant
position?
"Yes you can," Yami whispered, sliding off him slowly. Marik's eyes widened as Yami got on his hands and knees in front of him, his head resting on his
crossed arms as he got in the 'doggy style' position as most people called it. To Marik, up until this point, it had been merely another act of humiliation. He
felt humbled by what Yami was giving him . . . and very unsure of himself. He kneeled behind Yami hesitantly . . . and was startled when Yami put one hand
behind his back, his fingers open and uncurled.
*Take my hand,* his voice whispered in Marik's mind, the mental caress like warm silk. He took it slowly, watching as the slightly lighter fingers wrapped
gently around his darker ones. *Now do it, my love. Take me . . . and let me show you how equal we are.* Marik nodded, slowly nudging into Yami's tight
passage, hissing at the warmth after the cool air of the bedroom. He stilled when he felt Yami tense up, and went to pull back out, only to be halted by
Yami's hand tightening on his. *I am okay, Marik. You did not hurt me . . . it is just different sensation that caught me by surprise.* Yami murmured in his
head. *Now . . . fuck me Marik. It is the only way your soul will ever fully heal.*
Marik moved carefully, moaning as he slid easily in and back out of Yami, his movements quickening even as he tried to hold back. He was crying softly . .
. he knew he was, he could feel the tears on his face, but they were cleansing tears, letting him release all the pain and humiliation he had suffered at Malik's
hands. He reached around Yami's hip, grasping his erection as he fucked him, pumping the hardened member in time with his movements. He could hear
Yami gasping, could feel the telekinetic power this man held pulsing in time with their heartbeats . . . but he wasn't afraid. He knew instinctively that Yami
had a firm hold on that which he had been most afraid of. He could feel the air shifting around them as Yami's power swirled and increased in time with his
rising passions and he gloried in it. This was what love was . . . taking and receiving, trusting and being trusted.
Yami cried out beneath him, bucking against him as Marik felt warmth splash his hand. He groaned as he felt Yami's passage tighten up around him, and
with a final push he felt it all let go, releasing his seed into Yami and releasing his past to the winds. He pulled out and collapsed, unmoving as Yami tenderly
cleaned him and then the bed before attending to himself. When he finished up, he lay down beside the crying blonde, taking him tenderly in his arms and
smoothing the disheveled hair back from his face as he wrapped Marik in his own body.
"I love you Marik," Yami whispered to him. "Don't ever forget that . . . I will do anything for you if it is in my power to do so." Marik gripped him tighter,
falling asleep quickly as Yami held him, feeling safe for the first time in what felt like forever.

Author's Note - AWWWWW! Sorry . . . the two of them together are just too damn good, even for little ol me. Don't forget to review!
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