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Of Dice and Dragons	By : WittyPhantom Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ok, I know I haven’t updated in a while, because I was trying to get this chapter finished… HOWEVER, I’ve braved the internet Nazis at school and have this nice little section to tide you guys over…
Alright Hicky and Yams… I’ve got some issues with you guys and the lack of LoTC action… get on it! And no, I’m not mad at you two, just for the record… ^_^ I could never be mad at you two… as for that supposed boyfriend of mine… that could be another story!
Well… have fun!

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It’s like falling backwards into no one’s arms…

Night had fallen in Domino and the fog had already begun to roll in from the nearby rivers. It was too humid and Bakura hated nights like this, peeling a snow white, sweat-plastered bang from his forehead. As much as he wanted to crank up the air conditioner and sleep in the basement, he couldn’t for two reasons. The first was that he didn’t want Ryou to get sick, as he often did, but the second was more important; Yami had not returned yet from school. Bakura hadn’t remembered the other mentioning he was going to be late tonight, let alone this late. As much as it was contrary to his nature, Bakura was beginning to worry about Yami, that’s why he was perched on the windowsil of Yami’s room at the game shop. He awaited his love’s return, watching over the streets of Domino with a sad eye. The fact of the matter was, no matter how much he tried to convince the other of the futility of his desires, there was no pursuading Yami to give up on his quest for Seto. Bakura knew it was nothing personal; however, it was inevitable that he feel a little inadequate in the crimson eyes of his lover. He knew that it was the former Pharaoh’s quest to reclaim some of the power he had had in Egypt. It was common knowledge that he and the Pharaoh were together as well as the Pharaoh and his High Priest and when he wasn’t sleeping with one, he was likely sleeping with the other, as he never did get around to those royal duties of his. The Tomb Robber thought this was the reason why Yami hadn’t immediately broken up with Seto when he and Bakura got back together so long ago.

Though he’d never admit it to Yami, Bakura had been rather pleased when he realized Seto and Otogi had gotten together, and after the necklace episode it was obvious that they had. Those two are perfectly matched for each other, they looked so cute when they are together. Not to mention they are a balanced couple: so similar to have a plethora of common interests, yet different enough to keep the other grounded and not drive each other insane. But most importantly, now that Seto was out of Yami’s grasp, Bakura thought this opened the door for him to have all of Yami’s undivided attention. Deep in his heart, this is what Bakura desired above all else, to have Yami all for himself; he wanted to be able to make love to the former Pharaoh knowing he was the only person on his lover’s mind. Too often had Yami screamed out for Seto while with Bakura, but the thief was used to it from the ancient times.

But that seemed impossible. Where Bakura saw opportunity, Yami saw jealousy. Bakura saw Yami all to himself, while Yami was presented with a new challenge to overcome. Yami will be in Seto’s bed again, Bakura knew this and inwardly felt defeated. His big brown eyes surveyed the entire neighborhood from his perch as a single, solitary, sparkling tear rolled down his cheek.

However, he had to suddenly regain his composure and stop wallowing in self-pity because no sooner had he begun to cry had the main door of the game shop slammed closed. Someone was home, and it was likely Yami as angry footsteps could be heard against the creaking wood of the old house’s stairs. Bakura still had a few stray tears in his eyes, but managed to conceal them as Yami burst into the room. It wasn’t hard to see his eyes practically screaming out his agony as he collapsed to his knees on the floor, no longer trying to keep himself from crying…

This was officially serious. Bakura knew as well as anyone else that Yami was one of those monarchs who would stop at nothing to remain strong in the eyes of his people, the one thing he had feared more than anything was a civilian-led revolution based on the premise that the current ruler wasn’t strong enough to lead an entire kingdom and they could do a better job themselves. Bakura knew when he was alone, Yami often had a much more sensitive approach to things; however, never had Bakura seen the Pharaoh cry in front of another person. Before even he knew what was going on, the Tomb Robber had closed the entire distance between himself and Yami’s trembling, sobbing form. His arms warpped instinctively around the body of his lover, holding him close and reassuring him he was safe from everyone. In the back of his mind, Bakura kept wondering, searching the archives of his brain which had been accumulating for millennium upon millennium, just what could have happened to affect Yami this much. He couldn’t bear to see his one and only in this situation and wanted to know what he could do to make this more bearable.

Knowing the floor wasn’t the best place for a heart to heart, Bakura slipped one of his arms under Yami’s knees and the other around his shoulders and effortlessly picked him up to deposit him on the bed, sitting down beside the distressed Pharaoh and comforting him as best he could, rubbing slow circles on the other’s back. In response, Yami curled up against his lover’s chest and choked back the last of his tears, mentally cursing himself for showing someone his weakness, despite not really realizing Bakura was even in the room until he was picked up. Not that he didn’t wme tme the comfort, now that Bakura had seen him for who he truly is in every conceivable aspect, Yami decided that he might as well take advantage of the

Tomb Robber’s presence to make himself feel better.

“I hate him.”

Bakura’s eyes shot up and met with Yami’s bloodshot, deep crimson ones at the sound of his voice. He didn’t understand what was going on and silently pleaded with those eyes to explain. Yami only shot up off the bed and punched thel, pl, putting a fist-sized hole in it.

“Damn Otogi, I hate him! He ruins everything!”

So that’s what this is about. Bakura really should have known better, but this wasn’t your ordinary fiasco, this was huge. Although he had a feeling he wouldn’t have to ask what would happen, but rather Yami was just about to tell him.

“I can’t believe Seto would go low enough to be with that trash in a school shower.”

Bakura really couldn’t believe his ears, never before had he realized just how much Otogi had hurt Yami’s infatuation with Seto Kaiba and he never would have thought the former Pharaoh would react to poorly to the situati But But Yami was never one to relinquish something, but in a shower, that was something he had never heard of before and put it in the back of his mind to try for himself at a later date.

“Shhh… It’s alright, you’re much better than to get Otogi get to you like that, darling. All you need to know is that as long as you let me stay by your side, you will always be loved, no matter what Seto decides to do.” Bakura whispered in his lover’s ear, “I will be your loving, faithful slave for as long as you will allow me to be near you, always remember that. Gods Yami, how many times do I have to profess my unwavering love for you and plead with you to let Seto live his life? You must realize that he’s not worth your effort!”

Well that did it, Yami pushed Bakura away with as much strength as he could unleash with his diminutive frame. His eyes burning with nothing short of pure rage. Before Bakura could retract any of his words, which he realized shouldn’t have been said and should have been restrained within the confines of his demanding inner monologue, he was on the ground with a stinging pain in his cheek. There, sitting on the floor, he realized that Yami had slapped him and he was instantly reminded of the last time something like this happened…

*flashback*

"You know what Bakura? I’ve finally discovered what this is all about! You’re jealous of Kaiba."

Yeah, that did it. I lost it and, before I could react and stop myself, I slap you as hard as I could right across the face. I phase back completely into this reality of standing in Kaiba’s office and staring at your black silk and red leather ensemble, only to see you whip back to look at me with fire in your eyes as your hand comes up and absently touches the red mark where I had hit you. I am sure I see the flames of rage in your eyes, just as you must see them in mine. You’re absolutely right, I am jealous of Kaiba, but only because death stole you away from me and your imprisonment within the Millennium Puzzle has robbed you of your memories and has made you forget the times we shared…

*flashback*

Now it was Bakura who had fallen under the wrath of Yami’s hand as he stared up in awe, the roles now reversed but the pain remained unaffected by the switch. Bakura wept knowing Yami would never raise a hand to him out of anger in any other circumstance so what made now so different? He knew this as well as he knew his own name, Yami was a little too sensitive about his affections toward Seto and Bakura knew he had crossed the line, what he hadn’t expected was a forehand across the face… not that he didn’t deserve it.

He was thankful that Yami quickly saw the pain in his eyes and was beside him almost instantly. In the back of his mind, Bakura could hear the apologies Yami was uttering as he comforted the thief and try as he might, Bakura could not speak to tell him they were not necessary.

“My love, you’re right. I should not be so uptight about Seto, but I cannot give up on him, forgive me, but you will always be one of the two men closest to my heart. I know you hate to share, but I cannot live any other way. You’ve seen this first hand, I hate not having what I want—I do get what I want—I always get what I want. My ambition may just be the end of me but as they say “amibition is Seto Kaiba’s way of saying impress me” and impress you I will, my love.” Yami said, cradeling Bakura in his arms.

“But love, how do you expect to separate Seto and Otogi… they seem so perfect for each other, besides, Seto practically hates you for what you did to him when we—“ Bakura couldn’t even finish his sentence, as he was not only ashamed, but he felt his heart drop as he confessed something he swore would accompany him to the grave. He braced himself and prepared to be slapped again.

Yami, feeling this movement, relaxed in contrast, almost agreeing with Bakura’s plea.

“Otogi is of no concern to me, I will deal with him in time. All I want is Seto.”

“But you can’t have one without dealing with the other. Seto sees Otogi as some sort of god!”

“Pish, I can defeat God!” Yami boasted, tightening his grip around Bakura’s waist and kissing him softly.

“Well, just promise me you’ll be careful, alright? Kaiba may not possess shadow powers but I would still not want him to rip you apart, his wrath is still very formidable.” Bakura mumbled, having pulled away from the kiss only momentarily before returning to the softness of Yami’s lips.

Once again having found themselves on the floor, Yami only moaned his agreement to Bakura’s latest plea, intensifying the kiss and tugging at Bakura’s clothing.

It seemed this was going to be a long night of love as both parties needed to calm themselves and get their minds off the subject at hand. Clothes were strewn left and right as two disembodied figures emerged from their respective Millennium Items.

Yugi and Ryou finally deemed it safe to leave the confines of their soul rooms after Yami and Bakura’s little spat concerning Seto. They had never watched their other halves go at it and this wasn’t going to be the first time, either. The two small ones crawled onto the bed and curled up in each other’s arms for warmth, trying to quickly drift off into peaceful slumber before the noise in the room prevented them from doing that very thing. However, they didn’t really achieve this desire and ended up watching the scene unfold below them. Both being relatively inexperienced in the art of sex, they were enthusiastic about it and almost went at it themselves, but finally succumbed to the dark realm of sleep.
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The next morning, Yami and Bakura woke up and were a little shocked to find the disembodied figures Yugi and Ryou curled up in each other’s arms on the bed.

“What were those two up to last night?” Yami mumbled, making sure Bakura caught the sexual connatation.

“Nothing by the looks of it. Except maybe treating themselves to their first movie with a rating higher than PG-13.” Bakura quipped back.

“Well, we should let them sleep, they probably had a long night.” Yami finally decided, “Besides, we have much to do, we must prepare for tomorrow night!”

“Why? What are we going to do tomorrow night?”

“Try to win back Seto Kaiba’s mind, body, and soul… by seducing him at Senior Sanctuary!”
“… Uh, Yami… Seto’s not going to Sanctuary.”

“By Ra! This ruins my plans! Alright how about World Domination at Sanctuary? Does that work better?”

“… Sorry Yami, I’m booked solid for Taking Over The World™ next week, Wednesday. My schedule is very tight and can’t be changed. How about stealing the Millennium Rod?”

“Damnit! Rod is a no go, I’m scheduled to do that two weeks Friday.”

“I know! Let’s just pack for Sanctuary and have hot animal sex every night?” Bakura suggested, knowing it would always win out over Yami’s reasoning skills.”

And it did.

“Deal!
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