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Title: A Game of Masques
Chapter: 11/?
Author: Lee-Ann Shadowdancer (AKA
Silvershadowfire)
Rating: This chapter � R.
DISCLAIMER: I don�t own YuGiOh - the story is mine.
Spoilers: None. This is AU.
Warnings: None.
Constructive criticism encouraged.

AN: {This
is a flashback} :This
is the mindlink:
�Quotes� are spoken aloud and �These
are thoughts.�

Chapter 11 � Settling In

Kyoshosi walked into
his office to find a nasty surprise.

�Evening, Mutou-san,� one of the blonds
lounging in his office greeted him cheerily.
He scowled at the intruder.

�Get out of my office now, before I call
security.� He snapped, hand tightening
with anger on the handle of his briefcase.

�Mmm.� The other blond, slightly heavier in build
and with wilder hair, shook his head.
�Now that�s polite. Can I
persuade him now, Marik?�

�No, brother.� The smaller of the two grinned wickedly. �I have all the persuasion we need right
here.� He held out a rolled up scroll to
Kyoshori with a smirk, and the businessman went white. He knew that seal.

He swallowed as his hand moved on its own
to take the scroll, feeling sweat beading on his skin as he opened it up to
read.

Kyoshori;
It has come
to my attention that the item of our agreement has come up missing. This is distressing, as the date agreed upon
for transfer is in less than a month. I
have sent these two demons to aid in your search, as I have reason to believe
that the one they seek and the one you seek are together.
You have
less than a month. Breach of this agreement
will not be looked upon kindly.
Azmodeous,
Prince of the Seventh Circle.

Kyoshori swallowed. His secret was out � not good. �What are your names?� he asked, trying to
smooth a veneer of professional detachment over his voice.

�Marik and Malik � twin sons of Anubis, the best hunters in Hell.� The smaller of the two rose and bowed
mockingly, indicating himself, then the other, who
hadn�t moved during the whole interview.
Kyoshori wished he would � it was starting to get on his nerves. �At your service. We think that your little boy was spirited
away by an incubus named Ludus � though I understand
he�s calling himself Yugi now.�

�An incubus�Yami was stolen by another
demon?� Of all the
possibilities, that one had never occurred to him.

�And I hope your agreement with Azmodeous didn�t include Yami being a virgin.� Marik�s grin grew
as he sat himself cross-legged on the desk . �Because I can guarantee
that Yugi�s changed that by now.�

Kyoshori shook his head. �No.
Now, can you please get up so I can put my papers away? Then we�ll go have a talk � without all the
witty repartee � and see what can be done to find both Yami and this �Yugi�
person.�

---- ----- ----- -----

Yami sighed as he slowly woke from
troubled, vivid dreams. Warm arms
wrapped around his waist held him in place and he smiled sleepily, cuddling a
little closer to his mate. He�d been
having the strangest dreams all last night � bits and pieces from his past
intertwined with flying lessons, magic lessons, and some �classes� that made
him blush. The only thing he could think
of was that somehow he�d been sharing Yugi�s dreams.

The incubus stirred slightly and blinked,
opening amethyst eyes. �Yami?� he asked softly. :What time is it, love?:

�Dunno � just woke
up myself.� Yami yawned. �Too early � I want more sleep.�

�Mmm,� Yugi
mumbled, absently kissing the back of Yami�s neck. �I can handle that � you make a good
pillow.�

Yami was about to snuggle right back down
when an urgent call from his body made him realize something important. :Yugi�let me
go. I have to pee.:

:Oh,
fine.: Yugi let him go; Yami scrambled
out of bed towards the bathroom. The
room wasn�t as large as the Tokyo
version, but it had all the requisite equipment.

:Don�t bother
flushing.: Yugi walked in, running a
hand through sleep-mussed hair. Yami
stepped back, business finished, to admire his mate�s body. He couldn�t believe how quickly he was
adjusting to this life�there was something about Yugi that, since the mating ritual,
set him totally at ease. �Might have something to do with the fact
that after seeing each other�s soul, nudity isn�t such a big deal...�

�Hey, daydreamer�shower
time.� Yugi poked him in the ribs, a
wide smile on his face. Yami squirmed a little
at the tickling sensation, then laughed.

�Can I wash your back?�

�Only if I can wash yours,� the demon
answered easily. They walked over to the
wide tiled shower � like in Tokyo,
this bathroom was set up for a traditional Japanese bath. They washed each other with lavender-scented
soap before filling the huge tub and settling in to soak in the steaming
water. Yami sighed in bliss. He glanced up at his mate as Yugi slid over
to nuzzle beside him. :I
saw that look you were giving me.: he whispered . :Something you want to tell me, love?: the demon added with a wicked mental smirk as
he stroked Yami�s manhood � already half-erect from earlier � to full
attention.

:Ng.: Yami managed as pleasurable sensations rose
in his body, clouding his mind as the steam clouded the air. To his surprise Yugi kept the pace steady,
never increasing it. He was starting to
feel blissfully relaxed, the water and the motions of Yugi�s hand combining to
make his brain turn to mush. Yugi kissed
his neck and face; Yami shivered and his eyes slid shut, just enjoying the
moment.

----- ------ ----

After the bath, Yugi
led Yami over to the TV, opening the cabinet beside it. Inside were literally hundreds of games for
three different systems. Yugi grinned at
the shock and delight on his lover�s face.
�Pick one.� He invited. �We can play a few rounds.�

Yami picked Tetris World, and Yugi smirked
inwardly. He was excellent at that game;
magnanimously, he decided to play at maybe half of his true skill, just to give
his mate a chance.

Yami thumped him in two minutes.

Yugi blinked at the screen, then stared at
Yami with his jaw hanging open and his eyes huge. �How��

�Mmm�did I
mention I�m really, really good at Tetris?� Yami asked with a small, mocking
smile.

------ ----- -----

The sun was high and
cutting through the morning�s hazy clouds when Ryou and Bakura arrived at
Yugi�s apartment, wings folding gracefully as they landed lightly on the
balcony.

�Yugi!� Ryou called, sliding open
the glass door. Yugi knew his demon
friends had a habit of dropping by this way, so he rarely locked the French
doors. �Are you up yet?�

�Come in!� Yugi�s voice called, leading Ryou and Bakura
to the living room, where he and Yami were sitting on the couch, controllers in
hand, both intent on the TV screen. Bakura walked over and leaned against the
back of the couch.

�Ryou,� he called to
his mate. �You should see this.�

The storm demon joined
Bakura, looking over at the TV�and felt his jaw slowly dropping open.

Yugi had always been
good at games�not just the game of seduction, but all games, especially puzzle
games like Tetris. No one, be they
demon, mortal or electronic, had ever been able to beat the King of Games since
he�d hit 50.

Yami was matching him
move for move. Ryou couldn�t see how
they did it, with the blocks falling like rain down the screen, but they were
neck and neck; Yugi had a five point lead, but that would vanish as Yami pulled
off another series of rows. Then the
incubus would fight back, regaining his lead � only to have it taken from him
again.

At this rate the game
would run out of numbers before either won.

Ryou cleared his
throat. �Have you two had breakfast
yet?�

Yugi shook his head,
never taking his eyes from the screen.
�No, we��

��decided that the��

��loser of this game
would��

��have to do the
dishes��

��from last night.�

Bakura blinked, and
Ryou stifled a giggle as his lover growled.
�Don�t start that again.�

�But, Bakura�� Yami started, all innocence.

��you only said��

��it bothered you��

��when we spoke in
unison,� Yugi
finished.

Ryou bit his lip to
keep from laughing. �It�s almost eleven,
you two�don�t you think it would be a good idea to eat?�

�You mean we�ve been
at this for two hours?� The pair spoke
in perfect tandem; Bakura groaned and buried his face in his hands. �Sorry, Bakura,� they added, not sounding
sorry at all.

�Never mind,� the gaki growled. Ryou
tugged his mate�s arm, and together they walked into the kitchen. Bakura didn�t eat � he could, but only for
the flavour � so Ryou did all the cooking.
The storm demon really didn�t have to eat either, but he could draw some
sustenance from human food, so he did� it meant less natural energies that he
had to draw on to sustain himself, which meant less notice from other demons
and sorcerers in the area.

A cry of triumph
interrupted Ryou�s search for food; shortly thereafter Yugi walked in, a huge
grin on his face, followed by a scowling Yami.

�I don�t think I need
to ask who won,� Bakura noted dryly.

�Yeah
� finally got him.� Yugi grinned
at his lover and ran a hand over his cheek.
�It�s okay, love � you�re the first person to hold me at a stalemate for
over two hours. That�s something to be
proud of� and it could just as easily have gone to you.� The demon leaned over and kissed Yami, who blushed a bit and then sighed.

�Well, since I lost��
He winced a little as he turned, and Bakura perked up
suddenly, his nose twitching.

�Wait a sec.� Standing, Bakura walked up to Yami, who was
watching him with nervous eyes. Yugi
glanced over at Ryou, who shrugged. He
didn�t know what his mate was up to either.
�Yami, take your shirt off.�

�What? Why?�

Yugi frowned�Ryou put
a hand on the incubus� shoulder.
�Bakura, what is it?�

�I have a feeling�just
take the shirt off and turn around.�
Yami paused for a second; then Yugi nodded almost imperceptibly and Yami
obliged, body still tense.

Ryou gasped. On either side of the spine, just under the
shoulder blades, red lumps the size of a fist had erupted. Yugi blinked, shocked.

�Those weren�t there
this morning�� he murmured. �What in the
Hells��

�It�s just his wings
coming in,� Bakura noted nonchalantly, sitting back down at the table.

�Wings?� This time Bakura grinned at the word spoken
in unison, Yugi stared at him in shock; Yami tried to see what they were
talking about, failing miserably.

�Wings.� The gaki flexed his
black leather pinions. �You think I was
born with these?�

�His wings emerged
about three days after we mated,� Ryou noted.
It had been such a long time ago, he�d forgotten. �It�s rather like when a demon�s wings sprout,
but faster � and Bakura ate like a starving wolf for days afterwards.�

�Takes
a lot of energy.� Bakura grinned
lazily, playing with a knife he�d pulled from his sleeve. �I won�t lie to you, Yami�it hurts like the
fires of the thousand hells when they pop, but it�s worth it� after that, and
when you build up the muscles, you can fly.� His voice
drifted a bit and a look of almost dreamy longing came over his face.

Ryou smiled gently at his mate before
turning the look at a white-faced Yami, idly smoothing his shirt. �Don�t worry too much about it � there are
things Yugi can do to help ease the pain; in the meantime, you really should
eat.�

Numbly Yami nodded and
wandered off towards the bedroom to get the dinner dishes. Ryou cocked his head at Yugi, who had
stopped in mid-stride, obviously not paying any attention to his surroundings.

�Yugi?� Ryou shook his shoulder. �Why don�t you go talk to him?� The incubus nodded numbly before heading off
after his lover. Ryou and Bakura
exchanged a glance before the storm-demon started preparing brunch.

--- ---- ---- ----- ---- ----
�Yami?� Yugi walked into the bedroom to find his mate
standing in front of the mirror, inspecting his back as best he could. �Are you all right?�

�I think so�it just
never occurred to me that I might sprout wings like you.�

�Are you okay with
that?� Yugi took him in a gentle
embrace, ready to comfort. To share � or even just be there.

�It�s not like you
could do anything to stop it, right?�
Yami pointed out with a smile.
�No, actually, I�m okay�I love your wings, after all. I only hope mine are half so beautiful.�

:If
they are half so beautiful as you, my love, then they will outshine the
Sun.: Yugi sent. Yami grinned a little, leaning into his grasp.

They stayed that way for a long moment
until a noise from outside caugh their
attention. �Come on.� Yugi helped Yami pick up the tray with the
remnants of their dinner on it. �I�ll
show you how to cook�so that you don�t have to order out all the time.�

�I�m sure I�ll be
horrible at it��

�Nah�just
takes practice.� Yugi grinned and
Yami followed him out. They found that
cooking lessons wouldn�t be necessary that day � Ryou had things well in
hand. The storm demon ushered them all
out the door to join Bakura in the dining room.
Yugi and Yami sat so close together they were nearly in the same chair,
Yugi still rubbing Yami�s back comfortingly.

�So everything go
alright last night?� Bakura grinned,
playing with a knife in one hand. �No
sign of Marik and Malik?�

�None,� Yugi answered
with a smile. �It looks like it
worked�we can breathe a little easier now.
Kaiba should have the emancipation paperwork filed�in a few days, we should
get a summons to court and then Yami will be a free person.�

�Good.� Bakura nodded just as Ryou came out with a
plate of sliced bread and some savory spreads as an
appetizer.

�Dig in.� The demon invited. �The rest should be ready soon.�

----- ----- ----- -----
��so there is no way
to track them, unless you happen to know the last name this Yugi is going by
right now,� Kyoshori finished. The three
were back in Kyoshori�s home office, the demons sipping drinks and nibbling on
appetizers like honoured
guests.

�We think that Kaiba
might have found him, but he changed the information to send us on a wild goose
hunt,� Marik stated coolly while Malik growled under his breath, fiddling with
the Rod. �What we need is a way to make
Kaiba talk -
and guarantee that he�s telling us the truth.�

�There might be a
way,� Kyoshori tapped a pen on the desk as he thought. �Rumour says he has a younger brother that he
would do anything for � his only family since Gozoboro
died.�

�Excellent.� Marik and Malik rose, followed by
Kyoshori. �Let�s pay Kaiba Corp another
visit.�

�You have a plan to
get in?� Kyoshori asked, surprised.

�No�I thought we�d
leave that to you.� The twins went to
leave the room, but the human held up a hand.

�It might be wise to
do this low-key; can you�� He gestured.

Marik blinked. �Oh, the wings. No problem.�
He concentrated, and his wings seemed to vanish. Malik did the same a moment later.

Kyoshori picked up the phone and called
for his car.

---- ---- ----- ---

Fifteen minutes later they were at Kaiba
Corp, pulling up to the large building.
Kyoshori had found a pair of heavy trench coats for the demons � they
followed him inside playing the role of bodyguards. Walking into the building and up to Kaiba�s
office without stopping, they brushed past the secretary and into Kaiba�s inner
office.

Kaiba looked up. �What do you want.�

Kyoshori bowed slightly. �I was hoping that you could give me some
information on my missing son, Kaiba-sama.�

The teen snorted. �If I had any information, I would have
passed it on to you.�

�I doubt that�� Marik stepped
forward. �Hello, Kaiba. You lied to my brother and I last time�don�t
think you can get away with that.�

�What are��
Kyoshori started. He glance over his
shoulder, sure that security would descend on them en mass any moment.

�Shut up,� Malik growled.

Marik stalked around the desk to Kaiba,
who looked at him with no fear. �You
have exactly ten seconds to leave before I call security,� Kaiba stated.

�Which is nine seconds
longer than you have to live if you don�t tell us where Yami Mutou is.� Marik smiled pleasantly, his voice never
rising.

�ONIISAMA!� A young voice yelled; a moment later a black
blur slammed into Marik, bowling the startled demon over. �Get away from him!�
the blur screamed, claws scrabbling over Marik�s
shirt and sparks flying as the blur tried to rip the hunter-demon�s heart
out. Malik moved swiftly, grabbing the
fighting, snarling hellion off his brother.

�Mokuba!� Kaiba made a grab for the kid but Malik
pulled him back out of Kaiba�s reach.

�What do we have here?� Malik smirked at the diminutive
attacker. He held up Mokuba, studying
the long black hair, stormy grey eyes, claws � and the bat-wings that flapped
from his shoulders as he wiggled in a futile attempt to break Malik�s grip.
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