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It Comes Around	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4646 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Okay, everything concerning the plot of this story, I made up. Seth was not a foreigner, he was Atemu's cousin. I have no flipping idea how they all died, but this wasn't it. I don't even know that Marik, Tristan, Duke, or Joey had past lives in Ancient Egypt (though I think it probable that at least Joey did). I know that Yugi and Ryou didn't have seperate bodies as I say they did. Don't use this as a source for any kind of information whatsoever. I barely know anything about Egypt, so don't even take me at my word on any of the incidental info. Basically, I just took Kazuki Takahashi's characters and screwed them up and over royally.
All future pairings: Joey/Duke, Joey/Seto, Joey/Tristan, Joey/Tristan/Duke, Joey/Tristan/Duke/Seto, Marik/Ryou, Tristan/Duke, Bakura/Ryou, Bakura/Marik, Bakura/Marik/Ryou, Malik/Bakura, Malik/Marik, Malik/Bakura, Malik/Marik/Ryou, Malik/Bakura/Marik, Malik/Bakura/Marik/Ryou, Malik/Marik/Seto, Marik/Bakura/Ryou, Malik/Bakura/Marik/Ryou/Seto, Yami/Seto, Yami/Yugi, and maybe more, like Tristan/Seto or Duke/Seto. That's currently undecided.

It Comes Around
CHAPTER TWO
Warnings: Lemon, Minor

Pairings: Malik/Marik, Marik/Ryou

~*~
Marik leaned on Malik's shoulders, looking over his shoulder as he mixed ingredients.
"Why are you helping them?" he asked curiously. The small vial of liquid fizzed slightly as Malik added another ingredient.
"Because you asked so nicely." His voice was different from the way he was around everyone else; he didn't sound quite so psychopathic, quite so... evil, was probably the best word for it. He sounded very nearly normal.
Marik smiled, remembering last night. Then a thought occured to him.
"Would you teach me?"
Malik glanced sideways up at him, his violet eyes slightly wary. He didn't trust anyone's motives if they weren't out in the open. "Why?"
Marik shrugged, not put on the defensive by his yami's suspicion. "Yugi said that I used to be your apprentice. I wouldn't mind remembering."
Malik smiled, and it barely even looked scary. "Of course," he said. "You only had to ask. You're not going to start with this, however." He turned his face away slightly as sparks skipped across the surface of it. "Something simpler, and less dangerous, should you add a wrong ingredient."
"Why's that so dangerous?"
"Anything that affects people's minds or emotions tends to be very volatile. It's easier to do something physical - anything physical, in fact. It would be easier to make a potion that would turn them into mice."
"You can do that?"
"It's complicated, but yes. Back up."
Marik obeyed, stepping back from his yami. Malik took a breath, turning his face to the side, and slowly dropped in a few crushed leaves, quickly moving the container away from him. Smoke drifted up from the now-clear liquid.
"Don't breathe that," he warned. "You'd die, but only after an eternity of excruciating pain." Marik took another small step backward, and Malik laughed at him.
"Is it done?" he asked to draw attention away from his embarrassment.
"Almost," Malik told him. "Now it needs to sit overnight." He stood up and placed the clear glass container in the window sill. "Luckily, tonight's a full moon."
Marik was curious. "Why does that matter?"
"The fuller the moon, the stronger the magic will be." He turned back and looked plainly at Marik. "I might as well give them what you paid for."
Marik smiled suggestively. "That was just the down payment. There's more where that came from."
Malik grinned ferally and made a grab for him, but Marik nimbly danced away from him. "Uh-uh," he said with a grin. "Not that easy. If you can catch me, you can claim the rest of your payment."
"You know I'm going to catch you," Malik told him. "I always do."
"I'm counting on it." Marik threw a grin over his shoulder to his yami and lightly ran from the room. Malik grinned and followed him, pleased with this game he always won.
He saw Marik's sun-bleached hair disappear around the corner at the top of the stairs and followed, halting on the landing to look around him, wondering which direction Marik went. "Where are you, my hikari?" he called out, his grin playful yet frightening. His eyes searched down the two halls on the top floor, searching for clues.
::Come and find me,:: Marik replied over their mental link. No help there.
He stepped down one of the hallways to search. There was only one bedroom in this hall, an unused one. He opened the door to check it; Marik had hidden there once to fool him, and it had taken him nearly half an hour to find him. He hadn't been pleased.
It was empty, though, as he he had expected, as was the bathroom. He grinned as he turned back, walking silently down the other hall. He quietly looked into Marik's bedroom, but that was empty as well. He noticed the unmade bed and the clothes, dirty and clean mixed together, lying haphazardly on the floor. He would have to have a talk with him about cleaning once in a while.
With a broad feral grin he threw open the door to his room. Marik was lying on his stomach on the bed, his head resting in his palms with his elbows on the bed, idly swinging his feet through the air as he watched the door.
"What took you?" he asked with a smile. Malik took a couple steps into the room and pounced on the bed. Marik quickly turned over so that he was on his back, looking up into his yami's face as he pinned his wrists to the bed. He smiled up at him.
"Caught you," Malik said, his knees on either side of Marik's hips, almost sitting on Marik's knees drawn up behind him.
"Mm-hm..." Marik said mildly. Malik leaned down and kissed him, and Marik skillfully drew his tongue into his mouth. At the same time, he slipped his hands from his yami's grip and pulled off Malik's shirt, forcng the kiss to pause just long enough to throw it to the floor and for his own to join it. Then Malik's lips crushed against his again, forcefully demanding entrance, which was easily given. Then Malik sat up and pulled off Marik's pants and underwear without ceremony, exposing every inch of his skin to his inspection. The sight caused him to grin again, while Marik much more slowly opened his pants and pulled them down, eventually dropping them over the side of the bed with everything else they had been wearing.
Malik leaned back against the headboard and reached over to the table for a bottle of lube. He squeezed a generous amount into his hand and discarded the bottle, then started to coat his large erection, looking at Marik. His hikari crawled up to him. Malik stroked Marik with his other hand, smirking at him. Marik swung his leg over him, straddling his stomach, still facing him, then lowered himself slowly onto his yami's straining erection as Malik continued to stroke him.
He threw his head back and moaned as he settled himself as far down on Malik as he could. Malik removed his hand and crossed his arms behind his head, waiting for Marik to go on when he was ready.
Marik slowly pulled himself up Malik's length, his breath shaky, pulling Malik almost all of the way out of him, then sank back down, burying his yami deep within him. He did it again slightly faster. Malik watched his cock slowly disappear inside of him, then slowly reappear, vanishing inside his lover's warmth then returning to the cold air.
"Go faster," he said casually, as though he were unaffected by what Marik was doing, though he was fighting back the urge to thrust into him every time. His breath was still coming at a normal speed only through pure force of will.
Marik obeyed, picking up the pace. He pulled himself up and down much faster, angling to hit that spot inside of him that made him cry out every time. Malik watched his face contort in in an expression three parts pleasure and one part pain. His lavender eyes closed in rapt pleasure as he cried out breathlessly. It was all Malik could do to keep his own similar eyes open as he watched his little hikari fuck himself, almost more than he could do to stiffle a moan of abject pleasure. His fingers clenched in his own hair and his breath came heavily through his nose as he watched him.
::Deeper,:: he ordered mentally, not trusting his voice not to break. ::Harder.:: He did it not for how it would feel to him, or at least not wholly. He wanted to see the expression on Marik's face as he did it.
Marik obeyed, shoving himself down onto his yami, painfully deep. Malik knew he was enjoying the pain and didn't feel guilty. He could feel his climax building hot and heavy in his stomach, and wanted Marik to come with him.
::Jerk yourself off,:: he ordered. Marik wrapped one hand around his stiff member without a word and began pumping himself in time with his downward thrusts. He cried out; Malik bit back a cry of his own, turning it into a growl as his eyes rolled back in his head and he arched his back, his fingers digging into his hair as he came, spilling his seed into Marik spurt by spurt. Marik cried out loudly and came all over his hand and Malik's stomach.
Marik collapsed backward, breathing heavily. Malik caught him on his knees and lay there for a moment, the sat up and helped Marik lie down, pulling out of him.
"I think your friends will be getting a powerful aphrodisiac indeed," he said easily, as if unfazed by what they had just done. He slid off the bed, leaving his semi-coherent hikari lying there to catch his breath. "I'm going to take a shower."
"Okay," Marik panted. "I have to go to the school anyway."
Malik glanced over his shoulder, irritated. "It's Saturday."
"I promised I'd help coach with the football game." He opened his eyes and sat up. "Just for a few hours."
Malik turned around and walked out. "Whatever."
~*~
Ryou wrapped his arms around Marik and kissed him chastely on the lips as he got to the field. The players were already warming up, kicking the ball around on the field. "You were almost late," he said. "I was starting to worry."
"Malik had me a little tied up," he said easily.
"Literally?"
Marik smiled. "Not this time. No, Yugi and Yami wanted an aphrodisiac from Malik, and I was paying him for it."
Ryou looked minimally confused. "I may regret asking, but do you know why they'd want such a thing?"
The blond Egyptian couldn't help but share his gossip. "Yami started to remember things from Egypt, or so he said," he told him. "He showed Yugi a scene from back then, and now Yugi's bent on pairing up Joey and Tristan, because they were lovers in Egypt. Duke too, I think."
Ryou had nothing to say but "Hm." Marik smiled and gave him a kiss, considerably less chaste this time.
"Our yamis will kill us if they find out," Ryou said worriedly.
"You say that every time," Marik told him. "And we always do it anyway, and we haven't been caught yet."
"That's true..." He seemed to be thinking about it.
Marik went on. "So why don't we skip the argument and get right to making up?"
Ryou smiled and leaned up slightly to kiss Marik again. They got lost in it and didn't hear someone walking up behind them.
"Hey guys," Joey said lightly. Ryou pulled away from Marik and turned an astonishing shade of red. "And here I was under the impression you were both already spoken for." He grinned.
"Ah..." Ryou stammered. "We... um..."
Joey clapped him on the back. "Don't worry about it; I won't rat you guys out. Really, I don't like your yamis that much anyway. No offense, but they're kinda scary."
Marik smiled easily. "None taken; they are." Ryou was starting to turn back to a normal color, and Marik possessively pulled him closer. Ryou smiled slightly and snuggled up to him.
Joey looked out at the field, watching the players. He smiled suddenly. "Duke is so girly sometimes," he said out of the blue. "Look at him; he looks like a cheerleader over there." The two light-haired teens followed his gaze to the opposite sideline, where Duke was yelling, trying to get somene's attention. His stance did, actually, look very effeminate.
"No," said Marik. "He looks gay."
Ryou saw Joey blush faintly and swatted gently at Marik's chest. "That was mean," he whispered.
Then Joey turned toward them with one eyebrow raised. He really didn't need to say anything to get his point across, but being Joey, he said it anyway. "He doesn't look half as gay as you two."
Ryou smiled and laid his head on Marik's shoulder. "At least we have a good reason."
Joey shook his head and looked away again. "He doesn't look gay," he said again. The fact was, he looked very gay, but they knew that Joey wasn't going to admit it. Marik looked knowingly at Ryou.
After a moment, Joey spoke again. "Tristan's better than half of the guys out there." Trisan was helping them practice, playing against them, and he scored a goal as they watched. "Coach keeps telling him to go out."
"Yeah, he's pretty good..." Ryou said. Joey really wasn't listening, though, watching Tristan intently.
"Isn't that sweet?" Marik whispered. "Puppy's in love."
Ryou giggled and shushed him, pulling him backward, away from the preoccupied blond. Marik came easily enough, hoping to continue their rendezvous someplace more private.
"Someplace more private" turned out to be the boys' bathroom. Marik pulled Ryou into a stall and kissed him passionately, his hands buried in his lover's hair, leaning him back against the wall. Ryou's hands travelled up his chest, pushing his shirt out of the way to feel his smooth muscles.
Marik also ran a hand under Ryou's shirt while the other supported him on the wall, but he found the white-haired boy's sweater constricting, and growled quietly. "Why do you wear so many clothes," he complained breathlessly, pulling at the offending top. Ryou helped him remove it and drop it to the floor, then Marik unbuttoned the green shirt he wore underneath. Ryou's hands ran lovingly over his chest and stomach as they kissed. Then Marik moved his lips down to kiss his neck and chest as he got Ryou's shirt open. Ryou arched toward him and moaned loudly.
"Mmm, little angel makes noise," Marik said playfully. "More?" He opened Ryou's pants with his hand and reached inside his underwear, and was immediately rewarded by another moan of pleasure. Ryou's hands moved down and slipped Marik's pants open, pulling his fully erect member out into the air. Marik kissed him and Ryou began stroking him, as Marik pushed his pants down to the floor and returned the favor. Ryou moaned for him again.
"You remembered it this time, right?" Ryou asked quietly, breathing heavily. "After you forgot it last time..."
Marik smiled and reached his hand into his pocket, pulling out a little tube. "Got it right here."
Ryou pulled the tube from his hand with a not-quite-innocent smile and squeezed some into his hand, replacing the tube in Marik's slack pocket. He rubbed his hands together to spread the gel, then began to stroke Marik with both hands. Marik thrust into his hands blindly in pleasure. Ryou kissed him again, and Marik worked him with one hand.
The Egyptian broke the kiss and spoke quietly. "Turn around," he said, and Ryou immediately obeyed with a smile, bending slightly for his lover. Marik parted his pale cheeks and entered him with one finger, pushing it in and out of him as he kised Ryou's neck, drawing another, louder moan. He added another finger, and Ryou thrust himself down onto them, reminding him of his earlier game with his yami. He smiled.
"You ready?"
"Please..." Ryou moaned, panting. Marik withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at Ryou's entrance, then eased himself in. Ryou didn't like his lack of speed, and thrust himself back, burying Marik to the hilt in his tight warmth. Marik gasped as Ryou cried out quietly, completely in pleasure.
Marik began to thrust into him, pulling himself out and pushing Ryou's hips forward simultaneously, them bringing them together. Ryou began to cry out each time he did, thrusting himself back. Marik dropped his other hand to help Ryou stroke hmself, both of them panting. Marik savored Ryou's loud, unembarrassed cries, despite the fact that there could be just about anyone out there listening to them.
"Mmnn... Marik, koi, more..." he begged loudly, thrusting himself back and moving his hand furiously. Marik obliged him, thrusting hard. Ryou cried out his name as he came; "Maaariiik-!"
Marik also came inside of him with a low moan of pleasure, leaning against him and kissing his neck softly as he grew weak. "Not bad for a quickie," he said quietly. Ryou laughed softly.
"That's all we have time for," he said practically. "Plus it's hard to be intimate or romantic in the boys' bathroom at school."
"That's true." Marik pulled out of Ryou, and the white-haired Brit moaned quietly. He grabbed some toilet paper for them to get cleaned up, and Ryou got redressed, then Marik turned to open the door.
He pulled it open, then choked out a cry and tried to slam it shut. Bakura shoved it open, slamming Marik back into the wall, his face contorted with fury. Marik slid to the floor, unconscious, and Bakura stood over him, a faint aura of his Shadow Magic surrounding him. Ryou rushed toward him, only to be knocked angrily to the floor.
"Baku-Ra, no!" he cried. "Don't hurt him!" He sat on his knees in front of him, begging him. "Please - I'm sorry, koi! Just don't kill him!" His eyes were wide and tearful, frightened.
Bakura struck him angrily across the face. "'Koi'?!" he yelled. "How dare you call me that? You filthy tramp!" He grabbed Ryou's thick hair and dragged him out of the stall, ignoring the cry he uttered, and threw him against the wall. "After everything I've done for you! I've protected you, been with you when nobody else cared, and this is how you show your gratitude - whoring yourself out inthe bathroom stall?!" He hit him again, knocking him to the floor.
Ryou looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes, supporting himself on his hands. "I'm sorry, yami..."
Bakura kicked him. "Shut up, you slut. Don't you dare even speak to me. I'll kill you both for this. What could possibly make you thihnk you had good enough control over your emotions to keep me from knowing?" He kicked him again, and Ryou gasped for breath. "Your souls can wander the Shadow Realm for eternity together."
"No, please!" Ryou cried as he felt his darker half gather his magic. "Please, don't!"
Bakura was still furious. "Give me a reason to spare your lives."
Ryou met his yami's gaze with anxious eyes, his hands clutching at the bottom of Bakura's shirt, pleading with him. "If you hurt Marik, Malik will kill you - please, don't!"
Bakura growled and angrily shoved his hikari away, letting his power disippate. He grabbed Ryou's arm and yanked him to his feet, and shoved him out the door, leaving the other hikari unconscious on the floor. He roughly grabbed Ryou's arm and yanked him to his feet as they walked outside. Ryou stumbled and almost fell, and Bakura kicked him.
::If you try to run away from me,:: he said coldly, ::I'll go back in there and kill him.::
Ryou meekly went on in front of his yami, flinching away from everyone they saw. He could feel Bakura's anger rolling off him in waves, and he honestly didn't believe he'd survive the night. Bakura was almost sure to kill him for what he'd done, but at least Malik wouldn't kill him, because he hadn't hurt Marik.
Bakura pushed him throught the door, and he fell to the ground with a cry. Bakura kicked him again; Ryou tried to push himself away from him along the floor, but his still-enraged yami followed him.
"Don't run from me," he commanded, and Ryou obeyed, staying where he was with tears in his wide brown eyes as Bakura grabbed his shirts and knelt over him.
"You betrayed me," he said coldly. "You lied to me. You little ingrate, you lying, scheming-"
"I'm not!" Ryou denied. "We never meant for anything to happen - we didn't 'scheme' anything!"
Bakura hit him. "I told you not to speak to me, whore. You don't have anything to say that I want to hear. You lying... little... BITCH!" he said, punctuating each of the last three words with a blow. Ryou lay on the floor in a huddled heap, crying. Bakura let his fear and sorrow wash over him, his pain and tears.
Then he stood up and kicked Ryou again. "Get out of my sight," he said coldly, pointing up the stairs. Ryou looked at hikm with wide eyes, then scrambled to his feet. "Don't come out of your room until I tell you." Ryou ran up the stairs, away from his yami's vindictive gaze.
Bakura threw himself down on the couch and stared angrily at the ceiling. Only one thing had saved Ryou's pitiful, miserable life: the fact that he'd been genuinely concerned about his yami's well-being when he had threatened Marik - not Marik's, not his own, but Bakura's. Otherwise, he would have killed his errant hikari without a second thoght.
He couldn't believe that the miserable little tramp had done this to him. He'd thought that Ryou knew his place, but obviously he was going to have to be reeducated. Ryou would have to learn who he belonged to.
~*~
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