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Chapter List
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And
on with the story!

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Day
233

�So�wanna
see some twin action tonight?� The man known as Grunt leaned up against the
window, glaring back at his partner appraisingly.

Born
Henri Andrew Bonner the Third, he was a very plain faced, forgettable man. And
more often than not he was referred to by his short, stilted one word answers
by those he worked with. The nickname Grunt had stuck with him for almost his
entire adult life.

But
he was quick and he was thorough when he did a job. And so his boss had paired
him up with James � a slightly flamboyant trouble maker � when he came of age
to get into the business that his father had flirted with back when he was a
child.

His
lack of personality and plain, often overlooked features helped him to slip
into places where others weren�t able to go and make a clean getaway when he
was finished. And they certainly came in handy when he and James would go out
for a night on the town. It was a well known fact to all the duo worked with
that they adored little boys. And if it weren�t for his quick thinking both of
them would have ended up behind bars a long time ago.

But
now the pair had run into a situation where Grunt�s invisibility was unable to
help them. This was the first time that the man had ever found himself
stonewalled, and the idea irritated him greatly. Almost as
much as James had a few weeks ago.

If
it weren�t for the fact that he had run out of ways to entertain himself the
unremarkable, middle aged man never would have made the suggestion. He was still highly pissed off at his longtime
partner, after all. But boredom had a way of helping two conflicting parties
come to reconciliation � if for no other reason than to relieve the ennui.

And
this job had passed way beyond the realm of boredom, sitting here day after day
with nothing to distract them from the fact that they were failing miserably in
their endeavor. In fact, Grunt couldn�t even recall a time when one of the jobs
he was sent on ever reached this level of monotony. The only excitement they
got was on that first night when they had searched for an easy way into the
small but seemingly inaccessible house across the street.

They
had repeatedly tried all the doors and windows on that blustery, moonless night
� thinking that the horrible weather would help cover up the noise they were
making, but it was no use. Every window was hard wired into an intricate alarm
system and the doors were made of thick steel that was painted to look like a
normal door. The house was virtually impenetrable � unless they wanted to alert
everyone in the immediate vicinity to their intentions.

By
his thinking it would have been easier to get inside the vault of a well known
bank without being apprehended than to break into that house without having
half a dozen expensive suited men with weapons breathing down their necks the very
instant they so much as scratched a window.

That
kid had people watching over the house. People even he didn�t want to mess
with.

When
they checked in with the boss after their unsuccessful attempt the man had told
them in no uncertain terms not to come back until they had his property. That
would have been okay with him, but his idiot partner must have had a major
brain fart during that conversation, for he let slip that their little toy had
an exotic twin � obviously thinking that the boss would cut them some slack if
they could sweeten the deal.

The
comment did the exact opposite. It set the boss man off, as he literally
snarled a rather unpleasant warning to bring both boys back to him�or else!

So
for the past three weeks � give or take � he and James had done nothing but sit
in this crummy apartment, waiting for the opportunity to grab the boss�s
merchandise. So far no luck though. Neither of those pretty little boys had
ventured out of the house, and there were always people watching over them. The
infinite waiting was getting on his final nerve. He hadn�t seen his girls in
almost a month!

They
were so close, right across the alley from their target � waiting, watching.
But that was the only thing he and James had going for them. This had to end
soon, or they would be found out and all hell would break loose. He really
didn�t want to be on the receiving end of that hell when it did.

So
when his partner didn�t answer him the first time he revised the question in a
less hostile tone of voice. It really helped knowing his partner as he did.

�Yeah�I
really would.� His partner, James, snorted, pointing a thumb toward the
building across from the one they were lounging in. �But the boss said to git the �hoes. And that ain�t happenin� right now. Which means we ain�t leavin� this place any time
soon. And they ain�t gonna do nothin�. They never do. Just a little kissy-kissy.�

�Shut
up man.� Grunt flung a damp towel at his counterpart. �Hehe,
I�ve got just the solution to that in my pocket. And it will give us a little looksie into the store at the front of the house. Maybe
from there we can find a way in without the babysitters knowin�.
And it�ll give us a little entertainment in the process.�

��I�m
all for that, but how d�ya think you�re gonna get one
of �em to drink it?� Came
the hesitant reply.

The
first man snickered superiorly as he pointed to James� open Pepsi can sitting
on the window ledge. �How many people you know that go around with one of those
all day? Lots right?�

James
nodded, a leering grin forming on his features.

�Well?�
Grunt questioned again.

�I�m
up for it if you are. But won�t that little brat know us?� James pulled his
bulk up from where he was sitting and stretched.

�Nah,
he probably doesn�t remember anything anyways. From what the boss was able to
figure out his brother did a number on that little whore. We�ll be okay.� Grunt
hitched up his pants and walked out the door, followed by his partner of twenty
years.

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The
former Pharaoh stood behind the counter casually chatting with his little one
as he went over the last week�s figures at the display case. Once again the boy
had managed to convince Atemu that he would feel better in his presence rather
than locked inside the house.

And
once again the former monarch gave into his little one�s wants. Even though it was against his better judgment.

This
had become their routine over the past couple of weeks. Atemu would put his
foot down on the subject of the smaller teen leaving the safety of the house
and Yugi would break out his irresistible pout as he begged for a kiss. Not
long after that, the darker teen would cave, knowing that no one would truly be
able to harm the little one in his presence � and that he enjoyed the beautiful
teen�s company entirely too much to protest overly loud.

Atemu
was thankful the media circus died down not too long after it started up, leaving
them in peace not long after realizing that Yugi wasn�t going to become the
next Jeffrey Dahmer as that idiot psychologist
predicted. The former monarch barely stifled an evil chuckle as he recalled what
his friends had done to the man when they had caught up with him not long after
his exposing interview.

Bakura
even took pictures of the confrontation from beginning to end; all with the
devious intention of using them to torment their other targets, under the
impression that the anticipation of death would be worse than just the act
itself. They would have to start planning for that act soon.

All
he was waiting for was Yugi to be at ease enough to be left in Seto and Jou�s protective presence without him for a couple of
hours. Then it would be payback time. But at least there was one less asshole
for him to worry about now.

It
was just too bad they hadn�t planned for a situation like this beforehand. Now
the damage was done. Yugi�s photo had been plastered all over the news, causing
them no small amount of problems.

Thanks
to that meddling idiot of a psychiatrist they still had the occasional gawker who would loiter around the shop solely with the
notion of getting a good look at the teen who had been thrust unwillingly back
into the spotlight with his reappearance.

Those
people Atemu dealt with accordingly, many of them being tossed out the front
door right onto their curious asses � a few of them even treated to the horrifying
sight of shadowy tendrils gathering around the former Pharaoh�s slender form if
they weren�t mentally quick enough to know that it was past their time to
leave.

And,
on top of that nonsense, Lieren had called a day or
so ago, stating franticly that the elderly couple were on their way back home. Apparently
Solomon got wind of something. Of what the old man wouldn�t
say, but undeniably something to do with Yugi�s return.

The
older man was definitely resourceful enough. Even though there were no
televisions on their cruise ship � for relaxation purposes � he would have had
other methods of keeping tabs on what was going on at home.

The
ship the elderly couple had transferred to after cutting short the end of their
journey was scheduled to dock sometime next week. Once Solomon got home the
whole group would have to own up to their part in the plan to keep Yugi�s
reappearance from him. As if Atemu didn�t have enough to worry about right now.

It
wasn�t his decision to keep the information from him in the first place � even
though he still felt guilty for neglecting to mention that tiny little fact
whenever the couple called and he had the misfortune of talking to Solomon.

But
none of those problems were what concerned the taller tricolor haired teen
right now.

It
was as if they were being watched, he could feel it � that prickly feeling at
the back of his scalp making his hair stand on end even more so than before.
More often than not he�d had that eerie sensation in the past month.

When
he passed the information on to Seto, his friend had confirmed it. Though the
guards had yet to pinpoint which apartment the watchers were hiding in. They
didn�t even know who to look for yet. If it weren�t for the dark blue panel van
with tinted windows that had mysteriously appeared in the parking lot that
belonged to the apartment complex across the street, they would have never
known about the men beyond their unsuccessful attempt to break into the house.

According
to Seto�s head man the watchers walked into town like
the rest of the people in that complex � never once touching the van, which made
it almost impossible to single them out from all the other people who lived in
the complex.

Atemu
wanted not only those two, but the brains behind the scheme as well. To do
that, he would have to wait until they revealed themselves for who they were or
they were found out. And the former Pharaoh was tired of playing the waiting game;
he never had much patience to begin with � especially where his little one�s
health was concerned.

He
wanted these men badly. The two who had been sent to retrieve Yugi would die
soon, of that he was certain.

But
before they did Atemu wanted a name. A name, an address,
something to lead him to who their boss was. That man was his primary
target � him and the others who had made his little one�s last two years a living
hell. And the former spirit didn�t intend on any of them getting away. He would
hunt them to the ends of the earth if need be.

The
door to the game shop opened; the bell above tinkling softly to announce the
presence of a customer. Atemu looked up from his paperwork just in time to see
Yugi quickly disappear behind the armed barrier between the house and the shop.
Glancing around the former spirit wondered what had spooked his Aibou so. Then
he caught sight of the men who had entered the shop.

�May
I help you?� Atemu questioned as he eyed the two men warily from behind the
cash register.

Neither
man seemed the type to just wander into the game shop idly. Their clothing
screamed conservative middle class with their half rumpled suits and large
sunglasses. Not the normal game shop clients. But they didn�t look like the
typical gawker either.

They
were here for something. The former spirit sized up his opponents as he stood
with his arms crossed, a frown marring his exotic features, curious as to why
they were here. Were they just a couple more curious onlookers, or was there
more to it than that?

Yugi
had been talking with him until these two clowns showed up. Then the small teen
scampered quickly back into the house, forgetting his drink on the counter.
That alone gave the former Pharaoh the idea that Yugi might have come into
contact with these two men � maybe even intimately. His little one was doing so
much better lately when it came to being in the presence of strangers. Why
would he just up and leave now, unless he remembered these two goons.

Jealousy
coursed through Atemu�s veins at that unwanted thought.

�Excuse
me, but do you know anything about what games would be good for a ten year old?
It�s my nephew�s birthday tomorrow�� One of the men asked as they wandered
around the store.

Atemu
forced a smile as he walked around the counter. He wasn�t too worried about
what they would try with him. He could very easily kill them where they stood.
But he wanted to find out what they were up to. If they were here for Yugi, or
scouting the place out, looking for a weakness � which he knew damn well there
were none. Bakura bitched about it every time he came over. And if the thief
wasn�t able to break in Atemu doubted that these two bumbling idiots could.

But
it didn�t hurt to be cautious. So Atemu kept a decent distance between himself
and the two men as he showed off their supply of foreign and children�s games.
At no point did he allow either of the men out of his sight. While he helped
the taller of the two decide on a game, the other was at the register checking
out all of the rare Duel Monster card that were on
display.

But
neither of them did much more than look. And soon the
men were gone, after having purchased one of the more popular board games. Only
then did the former Pharaoh breathe a sigh of relief.

He
locked up the shop and, taking a healthy swig out the cool grape soda that Yugi
left behind, he let himself into the house to find out what had bothered the
younger teen so badly that he had to leave for the shelter of the house.

Yugi
heard his darker half enter the house so he wiped his eyes and switched on the
video game to make it look like he had been playing the entire time. He didn�t
want Atemu to know the real reason he took off. Not when the other couldn�t do
anything about it. He didn�t want his darker half hurt by these men!

They
came back for him! He always knew they would, ever since he realized that Yami
wasn�t his owner. He was too valuable to the man he had known as his master.
How long did he have left? How long before they dragged him away from Yami and
he never got to see those stunning ruby eyes? He would have to turn himself in.
Anything to keep them away from his love!

�An errant tear trailed down his face and he
quickly wiped it away. It was better to just enjoy the time he had left with
his darkness. There would be plenty of time for crying later.

�Aibou?� Atemu questioned as he sat down next
to the smaller teen. �Why did you leave?�

�I-I
didn�t feel like dealing with people�� Yugi trailed off, praying that his
darkness wasn�t able to sense the lie.

The
former Pharaoh glanced at the smaller teen sharply. He knew the boy was lying
to him. But how to call him on it? To do that would
mean asking why those men frightened him. And how he knew
them. Which was a taboo subject no matter how many
times he brought it up. Yugi had told him all he meant to say on the
subject earlier and no amount of prying changed that fact.

With
a sigh the darker teen set the can of pop down on the coffee table and reached
out to draw the little one to him. He planted a chaste kiss on the boy�s cheek.

�There
is another reason for your silence Aibou. I�ll be in the kitchen if you find
that you want to talk about it.�

Yugi
nodded dumbly, unable to reply. After the other left, the small teen let out a
tearful sigh and packed in the game controller. He couldn�t concentrate right
now. He just wanted to take some time to think about this new dilemma. Quickly
he polished off what was left in the can that Yami had set on the table and
wandered upstairs to their room for some privacy�

Twenty
minutes later the diminutive teen had another problem. This
one infinitely more pressing than his other concerns.

Yugi
lay on the bed, tears streaming down his face, dripping into his still damp
hair. He had an erection so hard it was becoming painful. Every thought, every
image seemed to center on his scarlet eyed guardian. Those graceful hands, that
lithe, bronze body�He knew that his former life would eventually catch up with
him, but not like this. He couldn�t get the erotic images out of his head.

He
had already taken a cold shower, but to no avail. Those longings and images
greeted him the moment he stepped out of the freezing spray, his fingers and
toes purple from the cold. The erotic images of him and Yami together refused
to leave his brain, consuming his body in a fiery blaze of need. He wanted�he
wanted�oh gods he wanted it so desperately!

If
only Yami would do more than just kiss him so passionately, leaving him yearning
for more. For more than just their somewhat intimate
encounters. Tear drops squeezed from under closed eyelids and he dashed
them away with the back of his hand.

Panting
heavily under his body�s overwhelming need Yugi hastily removed his clothing
and kneeled in the middle of his bed, contemplating his few options. He had
never brought himself pleasure before, hell his master�s guests had rarely thought to do it either. Any pleasure he
had received had been incidental. But the need to do something was almost
uncontrollable.

With
an expression of anxious distaste Yugi eyed the jar of Vaseline he had snagged
out of the medicine cabinet on his way out of the bathroom, his body knowing
what he was going to do before his brain could even grasp the concept. As
humiliating as it was to him, Yugi knew only one way to take care of the
recurring problem.

His
body needed it, craved it. He had been so long without it. Even though the
diminutive teen was wishing that it was Yami that would rid him of this aching
need, fill this throbbing emptiness.

Oh
gods he couldn�t take it anymore. Mortified tears slid down his face as he
spread the slippery substance around his fingers. These long months of celibacy
were killing him. His past had come back to haunt him in the form of these
unquenchable urges and images.

At
least Yami would never know. The former Pharaoh was currently engrossed in his
favorite TV show from the sounds of it. He would just have to keep quiet.

Deciding
that his fingers were sufficiently lubricated for what he had planned Yugi sank
to the bed, pressing the side of his face into the cool, soft fabric of his
comforter, leaving his pale, shapely rear sticking up in the air, hoping this
action would appease his body�s demands. He could do this�right?

He
reached underneath his body with his slick hand, using the other one to balance
as he gripped the sheets tightly. Slowly he inserted three fingers into his own
opening, hissing uneasily when it caused a spot of pain. This wasn�t supposed
to be!! The small teen had thought he had passed that stage a long time ago.
Gods help him if those men got their hands on him while he was still in this
condition!

Shrugging
sadly to himself Yugi continued to ease his fingers up into the tight passage,
refusing to wait for his discomfort to pass. It wasn�t like anyone else had
waited for his pain to fade, just slid home and started pounding away. Why
should he do any different?

When
he couldn�t go any further due to lack of reach, frustrated tears gathered in
his eyes. He couldn�t reach! Irritated he began to search the tight channel for
what he knew would be there. That one spot that would make his torment fade
away. His body writhed against his searching hand, anticipating...

Suddenly
he brushed up against the bundle of nerves. A deep shudder rocked his frame. He
found it! Steadily he began to rock back on his fingers, intent on bringing
himself over the edge.

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Atemu
closed his eyes as he fought against his body�s insistent urge to race up the
stairs and pounce on his little one, to rip the clothes from his lithe form and
do his best to make the boy beg to be taken. The former Pharaoh swallowed
thickly as images of Yugi�s angelic features swam before his vision, beckoning
him, calling to him.

He
knew it wasn�t true. His little one wasn�t ready yet � and neither was he.

Shakily
the former spirit wrenched himself off the couch and
staggered to the bathroom, intent on relieving the intense pressure that had
formed so quickly. As he unzipped his pants, Atemu reached back through his
memories to try and find the trigger to his torment. Never before had he ever
had such a dilemma.

Casually
he stroked his swollen length; attempting to alleviate his torment. His teeth
grazed the back of his hand as he bit back a cry of pleasure.

What
could have caused this? One minute he was sitting on the couch trying to figure
a way to engage his little one in a discussion about the men that had come into
the shop earlier. The next moment he was fantasizing on their encounter of a
week ago, the way the boy looked at him with those glowing amethyst eyes as he swallowed
his engorged manhood.

Atemu
gave another deep shudder at the image. Gods his little one was terrifyingly
sexy!

His
motions became frantic, the fantasies taking on an almost realistic quality. His breathing erratic as he swallowed past the lump in his throat.
Those angelic eyes, those pouting lips, he couldn�t stop. It was too much!

Stifling
a weak cry, the tricolor haired teen slumped against the wall beside the
toilet, unsteady and out of breath. What in the name of all that is holy was
going on? Never had he had the urge to touch himself in that manner! With an
inaudible groan at his newly returning erection Atemu glossed over the day�s
events.

The
men had come into the shop�Yugi disappeared�he went out to the showroom to help
one of them�the other one was checking out�wait! The first man! Yugi had left
his pop sitting in plain sight on the counter! He hadn�t even thought about
this scenario.

The
former Pharaoh had heard about drugs being slipped into drinks to heighten and
prolong a sexual experience. His bronze features paled considerably. Did
they�did they slip something into Yugi�s drink? If so�

Damn
it they both drank from that! He needed to check on Yugi! And Bakura needed to
be called! Someone had to watch the house!

Awkwardly
shoving his rapidly hardening manhood back into his pants without bothering to
button them, Atemu hastily fled the bathroom in search of the phone. Call
Bakura first, tend to Yugi next. He would see to his own comfort after
everything else was finished!

Not
five minutes later and the royal teen was on his way
up the stairs to search out his Aibou. Bakura was in route, as well as Marik.
They would look after Yugi�s safety while he dealt with his little problem.

He
had already warned the gruesome twosome not to bother either of them past the
point of making sure they were both in the house. If his little one had the
same problem he did, then he was sure Yugi would not appreciate being subjected
to company at this time.

Once
he was done with this task he could lock himself in the bathroom and give in to
his body�s overwhelming demands. But first�Aibou!

Atemu
paused outside the door to their room, not knowing if he should go in or just
knock and ask. After a moment�s deliberation concern (and maybe a little
desire) won out. He had to make sure his little one was alright.

He
opened the door a crack and slipped silently into the room, opening his mouth
to call out to his Aibou. His words caught in his throat, ruby eyes widening as
he tightened his grip on the door handle, staring at the alluring sight that
was laid out before him. His heartbeat accelerated, his breathing becoming
ragged in his consuming need.

His
Aibou was completely nude as he knelt in the middle of the bed, his angelic
face flushed in either concentration or pleasure, the former spirit was unsure.
But the tempting sight almost brought him to his knees in need.

The
way the boy knelt there, exposed; his slender legs spread wide, one hand almost
completely buried inside his eager body as he attempted to pleasure himself.
The former spirit nearly lost it right there.

Atemu
watched fascinated and completely turned on as the smaller teen writhed wantonly
against the buried appendage, his breath coming in gasps and silent moans. He
must have made a noise of some sort for those stunning amethyst eyes opened
hazily to lock with lust filled ruby. Unable to breathe with those eyes
piercing him as they were, the former spirit was pinned in his spot by those
gorgeous jewel-like orbs, his pants tightening uncomfortably.

�Please��
Tears filled the smaller teen�s eyes as he turned his head to hide his
mortified color. �I can�t�make it go away. Don�t�don�t watch�me. I�don�t
want�you to see me�like this�Just leave�and let me finish.�

A
pitiful sob escaped soft lips as Yugi closed his eyes. He didn�t want Yami to
see him like this, to remind his darker half of what he was. After a few tense
moments he heard the door click shut softly. Yami had left!

He
hadn�t meant to disgust his darkness like that. He should have locked the door.
But he had other things on his mind. This erection wouldn�t go away! And he
couldn�t bring himself to climax. It wasn�t working.

His
body trembling with barely suppressed tears, the small teen continued with his
task. He hadn�t meant for Yami to see him like this. He felt so dirty, so used�so
cheap. But he couldn�t stop.

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Sooooo, who�s up for a little fluff before
their dose of mayhem and gore?! (whistles innocently)

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