Emergence of the Tombkeepers | By : Aten Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2374 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don’t own Yugioh and make no money off of this. I do own the OC’s (Aten, Aria, Umi, Robbie, and anyone else not Yugioh-related.) |
WARNINGS: HET BAKURA X RAYNA LEMON! MARIK X BAKURA LEMON! YAOI!
//........//-yami to hikari
/........./-hikari to yami
Retribution
****Bakura’s Dream Sequence***
So thirsty.....hungry. Where am I? I opened my eyes in the darkness. My body lay on cold stone. So hungry.....haven’t eaten in days. The bitter wind from the night stung my open wounds; my healing wounds throbbed. To my horror, I realized where I was. Yami’s dungeon.
The steel door of the cell squeaked open with an ear-piercing squeal. Rayna came in holding a torch and a cup. Praise Osiris!
My lover kneeled beside me with the cup. My first sip of water in seven suns! Her hand supported my weak head as I tilted my head back to drink. Even though I sipped the water, I wanted nothing more than to gulp it down ferociously. “Drink this, love. Be careful. Sip. That’s a good boy.”
Drinking too quickly would place my body into shock. Rayna helped me sit against the wall. My angel removed a small chunk of bread from her robes. This is a dream! By the gods, my hunger pains will disappear! “Here’s some bread. Eat slowly. You don’t want to get sick.”
I took a large bite and moaned as he chewed. Rayna smiled as I ate. While I was eating, she rubbed some medicinal herbs into my cuts and bruises. “Thank you for the water and the bread. You saved my life, Rayna.”
Rayna reached out and pet the my bloodied, dirty white hair. I’m surprised that she wanted to touch me at all. My skin was filthy, caked with dirt, dried blood, pus-filled wounds, sweat, and lice. My ribs were protruding from my skin. Some of my white hair had fallen to the floor. Rayna saved me from certain death from starvation.
She took a wet cloth and began to clean my face. “My poor Bakura. When was the last time you ate?”
I took another bite of his food. It was hard to eat. I was weak. It took much effort to chew and swallow. I sipped the water and swallowed. “I don’t know. I haven’t had food or drink for at least seven suns. The food I have been getting are the rats and mice. You know you’re hungry when you eat a rat alive. Lice aren’t very filling, either.”
Rayna looked with pity at me. “I’m so sorry, beloved.”
I finished the bread as Seth peeked his head into the room. “Everything going okay in there?”
Rayna nodded. “He has to finish his water.”
Seth shut the door and Rayna cleaned off my neck and his chest. While I wasn’t ungrateful, I was concerned what Yami would do to her if he discovered that she fed me and gave me water.
“Rayna, why are you doing this?”
Rayna smiled at me. “Because you are a good father to our child. And….I still love you, Bakura Osiris. Yami can try, but he won’t take that away from me.”
I reached up and touched her cheek lightly. After many months of beatings and torture, I yearned for her touch. I yearned for anything other than a slap in the face or a whip across my back. “I still love you, Rayna. You will always be my lover, the mother of my child.”
Rayna leaned over and kissed my on the lips. She touched my cheek, caressing it with the back of her hand. I touched her shoulders and her hips. She is so perfect. Rayna deepened the kiss with me. It appears that even though High Priest Seth still owns her, she still feels deep love for me.
Her hands touched my bruised chest and drifted down my body. I tensed and turned my face to the side. The only person who has touched me is Yami....and he took what he wanted.....violently.
“No, Rayna. You can’t.”
“I have seen you naked before. Why does it trouble you?”
I sighed. “You don’t want to touch me there. I’m…dirty.”
The woman tilted my head towards her. “Then let me clean you.”
Rayna resumed our kiss as she took the cloth and began to glide it over my length. She giggled into the kiss as I moaned from her gentle touch.
She wrapped her hands around me and rubbed the cloth against the dirt.
I spread his legs willingly as my hands trembled. How I wanted to touch her again! I touched her lovely breast and her nipple.
Rayna looked up at me and smiled. She caressed my cheek lightly again. “I’ve never stopped longing for you.”
“Seth takes care of you. He can provide a life for you that I never could, Rayna. You deserve these beautiful satin linens and a life of luxury. I couldn’t have provided you and our child with that life.”
Rayna smiled down at me. “We would have followed you to the ends of the Earth, Bakura.”
“That would have been dangerous. Seth can provide so much more.”
“I know, Bakura. We still love you, Aria and I. Your daughter loves you very much and she wants to see you free.”
I smiled. “Someday, I will be free again.”
Rayna kissed the top of my forehead. “I hope for that day when you are away from this horrible place.”
I lightly suckled on her nipple as she touched me. The skirt of her clothing felt good against my bruised body. My hand slipped under her skirt and I began to touch between her legs. It wasn’t long before we were making love. As hungry and sore as I was, I needed Rayna. I needed her comfort. She slid onto my arousal and I couldn’t help but thrust into her.
“I love you, Bakura,” she told me.
I buried myself deep into her body and thrust into her body again and again. I knew what we were doing was treason. Neither of us cared. We needed each other. “I want to carry your little boy, Bakura,” she whispered in my ear. “Give us a son.”
That drove me wild. I thrust into her with every bit of energy I could muster. She pulled me tightly against her as we both climaxed. I was frozen inside her. I couldn’t move. She felt warm. I wrapped my chained arms around her tightly and trembled. “I love you so much, Rayna! I love you.” He kissed her ear, cheek, and lips. Oh no....I remember what happened next!
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Bakura’s eyes shot open wide as he quickly awoke from the dream. He gripped the sheets tightly in his hands as he looked around at his surroundings. He was laying on a soft memory foam mattress with soft and clean white linens. Feather comforters draped over him, trapping in warmth and welcoming. The pillow beneath his head, although in need of replacement, was more comfortable than the cold, desolate stone dungeon.
The side-table beside him was home to his dagger and Millennium Ring. A small lamp with a gold base and white shade provided light. At the foot of the bed against the wall was the Itemri’s dresser. One half held Ryou’s clothing and one half was Bakura’s. Ryou’s half of the dresser was decorated with a jewelry box and pictures of Aten and Aria as babies, their wedding pictures, and pictures of his grandchildren. Bakura’s half was separated by another treasured dagger. His black candles and skull candle holder stood in the corner of the dresser. A red and black box with a pentagram, a sharp contrast to Ryou’s tan jewelry box, rested in the center.
The long curtains of the bedroom fluttered lightly with the early morning breeze. The sun had barely begun to rise as he rest his head against the pillow. He ran his fingers through his white, spiky hair as memories of his dream ran through his head.
She felt so good. Rayna was so sexy.
Bakura looked over at Ryou continuing to sleep next to him. His husband’s long, white hair draped against the bed and over his shoulder. Ryou’s side barely rose and fell as he breathed. He’s so perfect.
Bakura reached out to Ryou and ran his hand lightly against Ryou’s arm. He feels so good. His skin is soft....when I’m with him, I’m complete. The yami began to ache between his legs as he could hear Rayna’s moans of ecstasy in his head.
Bakura shifted against Ryou and tenderly kissed Ryou’s shoulder. The hikari whimpered in his sleep as Bakura’s arms wrapped around him from behind. Bakura pressed himself against Ryou’s back as he kissed his lover’s shoulder.
“Ry, wake up.”
Ryou groaned in his sleep. “Huh? Wha-What? What you want, Ba-ur-a?”
“I had a dream.”
“Go back to sleep.”
“I love you, Ry,” Bakura whispered as he rubbed Ryou’s chest tenderly.
“Love you, too, baby.”
Bakura’s hands drifted down between Ryou’s legs. Ryou groaned as he tried to shoo Bakura’s hand away.
“No...no....”
“Come on, Ry...”
“Bloody no,” Ryou groaned, shifting away from Bakura.
When Bakura tried to shift closer to Ryou, the hikari shifted to the edge of the bed. Ryou grabbed Bakura’s hand.
“Bugger off,” the hikari groaned again. “I’m too sore. Headache.”
Bakura rested against the bed. “Ry....”
“Headache. Piss off.”
Bakura lifted the sheets and looked down at his erection. Damn it. I have to get rid of this somehow. Bakura rolled out of bed and stretched. “I’ll check on Therion.”
Ryou shifted back into his original position in bed when Bakura left. The yami walked into the nursery and saw the baby sleeping peacefully. Bakura smiled as he looked into the crib. Cute as a button. The yami winced as the tightness between his legs persisted. One of these days, I’m going to have to explain why this happens to you. Thankfully, that’s going to be a long time from now.
Bakura shuffled down the stairs and passed Marik sitting on the couch. The blond spiky-haired yami sat on the couch against a pillow with his legs spread wide in front of him. A coffee cup was clutched tightly in one hand.
A variety of chips, Cheetos, popcorn, and an empty container of Haagen Daz ice cream littered the coffee table. A purple bedsheet at the foot of the couch was tossed in a bundle and folded haphazardly. Several movies including “Thelma and Louise” and “Small Sacrifices” were scattered on the entertainment center. A box of tissues sat beside the yami’s Millennium Rod on the side table.
“What are you doing up?”
Marik shrugged and huffed. “Couldn’t sleep,” he answered sharply.
Something’s not right about him. Well, there’s always something not right about him, but this is different. First, coffee. Bakura walked into the kitchen and grabbed himself a cup of coffee. He stood in the archway between the kitchen and living room. Bakura’s eyes caressed his former lover’s shirtless visage. The blond yami was muscular and dark-skinned. His stomach was flat, making it necessary for him to tie his pajama pants so they would not fall to the ground.
He’s fucking sexy. Look at that.
Marik grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved it into his mouth.
[Today on the shopping network, introducing the Blandco Rotisserie & BBQ! Order it in black or order it in white. Then you can make a delicious six- pound chicken. Not one, but two delicious rotisserie chickens.]
Marik raised a curious eyebrow.
[A scrumptious, flavorful seven pound standing rib roast. A dozen tasty, juicy lamb chops. A six and a half pound carmelized honey ham. Three extra thick, healthy salmon steaks. A six pound mouth watering pork loin roast. Eight full sized beef and chicken kabobs that will melt in your mouth,] the infomercial’s spokesman said.
Marik’s lips left the banana. “Loins. Oh fuck yeah. Food porn. Bakura, we need this!” Marik put down his coffee cup and rubbed his chest.
[A tender, flavorful Texas style tri tip.]
I’d like to give you a tip, you sexy bastard.
Marik moaned with a wanton grin. “Oh yeah, baby....tips.” Marik’s right hand landed on the front of his pants as he slowly turned his head to Bakura. Bakura was licking his lips from the coffee.
“Are you alright?”
Bakura bit his lip as he imagined kissing the blond yami’s chest and pulling down those pajama pants which hovered just over the blond yami’s private area. Bakura looked at the television screen.
[Call today and we will include our flavor injector! Inject your favorite meat with flavorful seasonings such as garlic cloves, peppers, and even cheese cubes!] A thick syringe pierced the flesh of the meat and squeezed garlic cloves into the flesh. Bakura bit his lip as he felt the pressure between his legs almost burst at the visual.
“’Kura? Hello?”
“Huh? What?”
Marik pat the seat beside him. “Sit down. You need to see this.”
Bakura whimpered as he sat beside the blond yami. “What are you watching?”
[Look what your new rotisserie and BBQ can cook! Eight full-sized beef and chicken kabobs. A ten pound tender turkey. Enough hot dogs and sausages to feed a small army. A luscious looking six pound leg of lamb with rosemary. Four freshly caught whole trout, four half pound juicy hamburgers, three naturally flavored rock Cornish hens.]
“It’s an infomercial for this Rotisserie thing. We need it.”
Bakura raised a curious eyebrow. “Why?”
“You can cook a dozen lamb chops! A dozen! A ten pound turkey! And chicken! We can cook a shit load of chicken in it!”
Bakura sighed with resignation. “We are not getting this. We can cook all that in an oven.”
“But, Kura! Look at that turkey! It can be tender! Look! You can cook a whole duckling in it! Think of it!”
“Marik, we don’t need this.”
Marik leaned forward on the couch and shifted to the edge of the seat as he watched chickens cooking in the rotisserie. “Look, we can cook two four-pound chickens at once!”
“Why do we need to cook two chickens?”
Marik held out his hands to the television and looked at Bakura. “Because we can if we get this thing! We can make an extra one for lunches!”
Bakura sighed as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “No, Marik. No more shopping channel for you.”
[Call today and we will include a cheese knife at no additional cost!]
“You like cheese, Bakura!” Marik gasped. “You can enjoy yummy cheese if we get this!”
Bakura raised a curious eyebrow and Marik grinned. “Answer is still no, Ishtar.”
“You considered it for a split second, didn’t you?”
“No.”
“Give me the credit card! We need this.”
Bakura leaned his head back against the couch and closed his eyes. What am I going to do with him? “Remember that sandwich maker you bought from this channel?”
“It paid for itself in the first week!”
Bakura opened his eyes and looked at his lover. “Then you got pissed at the fact that we didn’t have bread and you sent it to the Shadow Realm?”
“I got it back!”
“Kitchen appliances are not meant to be sent to an ethereal realm where Duel Monsters can use it as target practice! That’s what I told Aria when she sent the toaster to the Shadow Realm when she was a kid. I made her go back for it.”
Marik sat back in the couch and attempted to pout at the white-haired yami. “Please?”
[Only five payments of 19.99! If you call now, you will receive the all- purpose non-stick basket, a package of chicken ties, barbeque gloves, and the loading platform. You will also receive an instructional video and booklet with recipe. And coupons worth $250! You will get the 30 dual heating tray absolutely free! That is over a $400 dollar value!]
Marik’s eyes lit up. “Come on, Bakura! Free shit!”
Bakura sipped his coffee. “It’s not free, numbnuts. You’re still paying for it.”
[This offer is not available in stores! So call today and enjoy succulent, juicy meat today! Cooked the Blandco way!]
“Hurry, Bakura! Get the credit card! We can’t get this offer in any store!”
Bakura shook his head and rubbed his eyes. “Sweet Osiris, strike me dead again right now.”
Marik attempted to pout, but Bakura shook his head. “No. That pout doesn’t work on me.”
Marik laughed. “BULLSHIT! Aria got away with it all the time and your son is going to get away with it, too!”
“She did not, you bloody wanker!”
“She did, too! She made you have a tea party with her in the backyard with her plushies because she gave you the cute little daddy’s girl pout.”
Bakura tapped his foot on the ground. “If you had a little girl, you would have done the same, Daddy Dearest.”
Marik grinned proudly. “Nope. No girl here. I make awesome baby boys.”
Bakura looked at the array of snacks on the coffee table. “The only thing I see you make is an awesome mess. What is all this shit? Cheetos....chips....empty ice cream container. Do I need to go to the store and buy you tampons, chocolate, and Midol? Maybe more tissues, perhaps?”
Marik rolled his eyes and glared at the television with annoyance. “Malik.”
“What about him? Is that why you are trying to drown yourself in a sea of carbohydrates?”
Marik crossed his arms over his chest angrily. “Malik asked if we could visit the tomb.”
“Which tomb? The one---?”
“Yes!” Marik snapped. “The one where he grew up. Why the hell would he want to go back there? Would you want to go back to Yami’s dungeon just to see how it has changed in the five thousand years since you’ve been gone? No. You want to stay the fuck away from there at all costs.”
“Seems a bit odd why he would want to return.”
Marik’s lip curled in anger. “I forbade it. I couldn’t.....I couldn’t even share the bed with him last night I was so pissed. Thinking of that place......” Bakura sipped from his coffee as the yami stood up and turned off the television. The blond yami began to pace uncomfortably. “I keep thinking about it, Itemri. It eats at me. The horrors of that place. Father was a loose cannon. He was a tyrant......a madman.” Marik clenched his fists angrily. “HE WAS A SICK SON OF A BITCH THAT DESERVED TO DIE A MILLION DEATHS!” Marik took a deep breath and seemed to stare into a dark void before him. “I just want to see that place burn and everyone associated with it suffer a slow, horrible death.”
Bakura drank from his coffee again and swallowed. “Well, you did emerge from the Millennium Rod, cut off Malik’s father’s tattoo, and rub the bloody flesh in his face. Then you stabbed him to death. So, I would say that he suffered a slow death.”
“Not slow enough!” Marik screamed furiously. “They deserved a fuck of a lot worse than they got. That family put me through hell....pure....fucking hell. I never want to go back to that shithole! Oh! And why he would want to return to a place of torture and cruelty I don’t understand! Please explain to me, genius!” Marik turned angrily to Bakura. Bakura watched as a furious blond Yami Marik approached him and hovered over him. Marik’s eyes darkened, his canines sharpened, and his body trembled with fury. “Explain it to me, o wise one! If you are so fucking smart, you tell me why he would want to go back there...a place which deserves to be wiped off the fucking map!”
Bakura looked calmly up at the enraged yami. “He’s dead, Marik,” Bakura said calmly. Marik’s teeth grinded angrily as he watched the spiky white-haired yami stand up. “He’s dead. He can’t hurt you no more.”
“He should have died more deaths than one. He should have died slower deaths than we.”
Bakura nodded. “No argument there.” Bakura shook his head. “Why Malik wants to return to a place of torture and control is unfathomable.”
“I couldn’t even look him in the eye last night after we talked outside. Couldn’t share a bed with him.” Marik’s amethyst eyes looked at the golden Millennium Rod laying on the table, the object which was his soul’s eternal prison. “My father was the first tombkeeper, cursed by Yami to keep guard over his tomb until the Great Pharaoh returned once more. For generations, my family was forced to live underground in his tomb to await his arrival. We were his eternal prisoners with no chance for parole. He once said he chose the Ishtar family to guard his tomb not as a privilege, but as a punishment.” Marik slowly walked over to the Millennium Rod and pick it up delicately. “Why must Malik suffer again by returning to the place of so much.....” Marik closed his eyes.
[[Becoming a Tombkeeper is your duty, your legacy, your responsibility, your heritage, your privilege.]] Your prison.
“Pain.”
Bakura crossed his legs on the couch. “I thought Malik wouldn’t want to return to the tomb. In Battle City, that’s all he bitched about was getting revenge. I don’t know why he would want to go back to the source of his vengeance.”
Marik gripped the Millennium Rod as he sat beside Bakura. “We could have been free, Itemri. If our birth had not been in that dark tomb. Things.....might have been different.”
Bakura put a hand on Marik’s shoulder. “You survived it. We both survived the birth of our own hell. In turn, our hikari’s survived. Be proud we survived it.”
“If only I had stood up and put my foot down earlier.”
“It’s a past we can’t deny, Ishtar.”
Marik’s head hung low as he ran his fingers through his spiky blond hair. “So much pain.”
Bakura shifted closer to Marik and extended a fist. “We still have each other after all that bullshit, don’t we? Partner.”
Marik turned his head and slowly grinned. “Partners.” Marik fist-bumped Bakura with a grin. The blond noticed Bakura shifting in the seat next to him. “So why did you come down the stairs looking like you slipped on the ice?”
Bakura sat back against the couch. “Had an amazing dream that left me hard up. I tried to get amorous with Ry, but he told me to bugger off.”
A mischievous grin crossed Marik’s face. The yami grabbed a Hershey kiss from the table beside him. He unwrapped it and popped it in his mouth. The chocolate began to melt as he turned to Bakura and pulled up the other yami’s shirt.
“What the --?” Bakura watched as Marik’s lips wrapped around a nipple. “What are you doing?”
“Making you taste like chocolate.” Marik sucked lightly on Bakura’s right nipple as the chocolate melted in his mouth.
Bakura closed his eyes as his hips shifted on the couch again. “Not fair.”
Marik chuckled. “I’ll show you not fair.” Marik pulled back from Bakura’s chocolate covered nipple and teased it with tiny flicks of his tongue.
Bakura slid down the couch as his breathing staggered. “You bastard,” the yami whimpered as he watched the blond lick his nipple.
The blond licked his lips seductively. “You taste like chocolate.”
Bakura buried his fingers in Marik’s spiky hair as the yami popped another piece of chocolate into his mouth and resumed sucking lightly on Bakura’s nipple. The white-haired yami gasped as he felt Marik’s hand slip under his pajama bottoms. Bakura shifted against the hand rubbing just above his aching arousal.
“Marik.....”
Marik Ishtar grinned wickedly as his hand roamed around Bakura’s arousal to his inner thigh. “What do you want?”
“Fucking tease,” Bakura moaned, squirming uncomfortably as his hips almost shifted off the couch.
Marik chuckled and grabbed Bakura’s hair with his left hand in a tight grip. He turned Bakura’s face towards him. “Your wish is my command.” Marik pulled Bakura into a hungry milk chocolate-tasting kiss. Bakura whimpered into the kiss as Marik’s hand lightly grazed his inner thigh. With small circular motions, Marik’s hand would approach Bakura’s arousal and retreat just as slow, building anticipation and prolonging Bakura’s torture. Bakura bucked his hips upward, trying to entice Marik to touch him, but his only reward was Marik’s hand wandering away. Bakura reached for Marik’s hair, but Marik caught his hand.
The blond glared at his lover with a snarl. “No, no....you do not touch me.” Marik trapped Bakura’s wrist against the couch as he sunk his teeth into Bakura’s neck with a vicious growl. Bakura felt Marik’s teeth sink deep into his flesh as he was pinned against the couch. Marik’s grip on his hair and wrist tightened as Marik moved to kneel between his spread legs. Bakura gasped for breath as Marik thrust his hips against Bakura. When Bakura tried to move, Marik’s hips trapped him. Bakura closed his eyes as he felt Marik’s growing arousal between his legs.
The Egyptian yami removed his sharp canines from Bakura’s neck and kissed Bakura’s earlobe. “You belong to me now, you dirty, naughty boy.”
Marik released Bakura’s wrist and pulled him into a hunger-filled kiss again. Bakura gasped and moaned into the kiss as he felt Marik’s hand plunge into his pants and wrap around his arousal. Marik thrust against his victim as he touched him. “I can feel you, Bakura. I want to feel all of you. I want you to beg for release.”
Bakura bucked against his lover’s hand as he felt Marik’s arousal spring to life. A bead of sweat slipped down his cheek and coursed down his neck as pleasure and desire filled his mind. The tension between his legs became painful as he felt Marik hardened against him.
“Please, Marik....” Bakura was pulled into a kiss again as he felt his lover tug at his pants.
Marik pulled back from the kiss and looked into Bakura’s chocolate brown eyes as he slipped a finger into Bakura’s body. Bakura grit his teeth tightly as his body instinctively tried to move against the finger.
The blond grinned wickedly as he saw the pain and pleasure of his lover. Bakura’s whimpers of pain made him smile. Bakura couldn’t move his head due to the vice-grip on his hair. Marik leaned forward against Bakura, preventing his lover from moving. Bakura could only thrust his hips slightly. A second finger made Bakura tremble more and whimper.
“Need release.....so good.”
Marik chuckled as he looked into his lover’s eyes. “You are so sexy right now. Begging me to end your pain. Your body wants me inside of you. I can feel your desire.”
Bakura thrust against Marik as he arched his back, desperate for more contact. “Please...no more.”
Marik gasped. Malik’s father said that to me, too, before I ended his life painfully and slow. His back bled as I sliced the flesh from his body. Malik’s father lost his power......I gained power over him. His suffering was in my hands....his life’s candle flickered and suddenly snuffed out by me. Complete control. Complete domination. His fear fed me. His pain nourished me after starving for so long locked in the Millennium Rod. Malik’s anger and pain summoned me, released me from my prison. Now, Bakura, I will give you release, but on my own terms.
Bakura’s eyes and mouth opened wide as Marik buried himself deep into him. Marik snarled as he felt Bakura’s canines clench onto his shoulder. The white-haired yami growled as Marik bit into Bakura’s neck. The blond’s fingers grasped more of Bakura’s hair, tugging his head back in an attempt to regain control over his victim. Bakura struggled to free his neck from Marik’s teeth, but the blond thrust inside him violently and clenched tighter with an angry growl. Bakura’s quick breaths brushed across Marik’s dark, sweat-covered skin.
Bakura’s nails dug into Marik’s back as the blond began to thrust inside him with a hard, rough rhythm. Bakura’s body jerked with each forceful slam of his lover. Bakura reached between them to touch himself, but Marik grabbed his wrist tightly and trapped it against the couch.
“Marik...I’m never....going to let you watch infomercials with chicken again,” Bakura grunted as Marik growled against his throat.
The loins of the white-haired yami were set ablaze as Marik pounded into him harder. A trickle of blood tricked down Bakura’s chest. Bakura’s attempts to scream were muffled by Marik’s teeth against his windpipe.
/Yami, why aren’t you in bed?/ Ryou tiredly asked Bakura through the mindlink.
//Getting.......breakfast.......Fuck.//
/Bullocks. Why do I feel something in my arse, then?/
//Umm...........I don’t know?//
/Liar./
Marik released Bakura’s wrist and began to stroke Bakura’s arousal with his thrusts. A trickle of blood coarsed down Bakura’s thighs as he laid helplessly beneath Marik.
“Can’t breathe....” Bakura struggled to say through his constricted airway.
Marik released Bakura’s throat from his bite and kissed his lover deeply. The two yamis thrust against each other as their bodies released hard. Bakura continued to thrust against Marik as the blond yami collapsed on top of him in a panting heap. Bakura relaxed against the couch as he panted heavily.
Marik released Bakura’s arousal and wrapped his arms around Bakura in a tight embrace. He rested his head against Bakura’s chest, listening to his lover’s fake heartbeat....a heart which had stopped five thousand years before. Marik closed his eyes as he felt Bakura kiss the top of his head. The white-haired yami wrapped his arms around his lover.
“Did I hurt you?” Marik asked as he looked up at Bakura.
“Like hell you did.....but it was worth it. But, seriously....no more chicken infomercials for you.”
Bakura and Marik raised their heads when they heard Ryou clear his throat behind them. “If I knew you were having sausage for breakfast, ‘Kura, I would have asked you to bring some up for me.”
Marik licked his lips at Ryou. “Come here, sexy, there’s more where that came from.”
Ryou approached Marik, still embedded in his yami. “Good morning, Yami Marik,” Ryou whispered, placing a gentle kiss on Marik’s lips.
“Be careful, Ry. He saw chicken on the screen a little bit ago,” Bakura snickered.
Marik wrapped his arm around Ryou’s head and pulled him into a passionate kiss, making the hikari whimper. “Good morning, sexy. Sausage sounds good. Can you make us a few?”
Ryou saw the array of chocolate and salty snacks on the coffee table. “Seems as if you already had your share of daily calories...and then some. I’m sorry, Marik. I’m not feeling too well. I came to get a cup of tea and some toast before--.” Therion began crying upstairs. “Before the baby wakes up.” Ryou turned to walk up the stairs when Bakura squirmed out from beneath Marik.
“Ry, I’ll take care of it.”
“No, no, I’ll get him. Can you prepare his formula for me? I’ll bring him downstairs.”
Bakura kissed Ryou’s lips. “Alright.”
“And pull your bloody pants up,” Ryou winked at Bakura before climbing the stairs. He opened the door to the nursery and saw the newborn crying in the crib. “Now, now, baby boy. No need for tears. Mommy’s here.” Ryou carried the baby against his chest to the changing table. I’ll never understand how they turn formula into THAT, he thought as he wrinkled his nose. He wiped the boy’s bottom as he stopped crying. “Who’s a handsome boy? Who’s a handsome little angel?” Ryou leaned over and kissed the boy’s stomach lightly. “Your tummy is so cute!”
Malik appeared in the doorway and watched Ryou play with his baby.
Bakura’s baby. It’s only a matter of time before Marik plants his seed again. Ryou’s immortal, so this cycle can continue throughout eternity.
“Who’s mommy’s little handsome boy?” Ryou asked, kissing Therion’s forehead.
Is he flaunting it now?
Ryou massaged the baby’s belly, arms, legs, and head. “Handsome little boy, you are. Mommy’s going to get you cleaned up and give you breakfast,” Ryou said, replacing the diaper. “Would you like that? Something to eat? Eat?” Ryou smiled and wrapped the baby in a blanket.
He doesn’t even see me standing here.
“It’s time to introduce you to the rest of the family, sweetheart. ” Ryou turned and saw Malik standing there. “Oh! Morning, Malik. Therion, this is Malik. He’s Yami Marik’s husband. I didn’t see you there, Malik. Did you sleep well?”
“The baby woke me up a few times, but Aten and Aria did the same when they were little.”
Ryou approached Malik and put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry he woke you up. He’ll be sleeping through the night soon enough.”
Doubt it. “I guess it’s better than two babies waking me up in the middle of the night.”
“Are you okay, Malik?”
Malik sighed. “Marik slept downstairs last night.”
“Whatever for?”
Malik walked past Ryou and sat on the rocking chair. “I asked Marik if we could go back to Egypt to visit my old home.”
“Why in the world would you want to go back there? From what I’ve always heard from you, you couldn’t wait to get out of there.”
Malik sighed. “I want to go back. Something is pulling me there, something I don’t understand. Maybe its nostalgia or homesickness. We’ve been through a lot of trials in these past twenty years or so and I want to go back.”
“Marik’s reaction was less than desirable, I imagine. I know he hated it there. It’s a source of pain for him.”
“And for me!” Malik said emphatically. “Which is why I don’t know what is pulling me there, but I feel like...I want to look back at my past. I can’t deny it happened. He forbade me to return there and walked away. He said he couldn’t sleep next to me last night because of his nightmares of that place.”
Ryou rocked the baby in his arms. “I agree with Marik. It was not a good place for you and it won’t put you in a good place when you return.”
“I’m going to be thirty-four years old this year! I’m not a sixteen-year-old child anymore. I should be able to make my own decisions.”
“I agree, but if Marik told you not to do it, he has good reasons. Our dark sides have our best interests in mind.”
Malik narrowed his eyes at Ryou. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”
“Language, Malik.”
“Oh, he’s too young to know what I’m saying. Bakura may have brainwashed you into thinking that he has your best interests in mind, but that’s not true.”
Ryou took a deep breath. “If Marik says going back to the tomb is not a good idea, then he is trying to keep you from a place where you were mercilessly tortured. He’s not trying to control you. He’s trying to protect you.”
“What if you wanted to go back to the cabin in the forest with your father and Bakura forbade it?”
A shudder shot up Ryou’s spine. “I never want to go back to that cabin, Malik,” Ryou growled through clenched teeth. “I would never in my right mind would want to go back to that horrible place.” Ryou cradled the baby tighter against him. “I survived that hell. You survived your hell. And...you know what? No. I’m not discussing this right now. I can’t.”
Ryou turned and walked out of the nursery. He walked down the stairs. Malik followed after him.
“Ryou, I--.”
“No,” Ryou said sternly turning his head to Malik. “I’m not talking about this anymore. I’m done.”
Malik followed Ryou into the kitchen where he placed the baby in his carrier. Marik was sifting through the refrigerator. “Morning, Marik.”
“Good morning, tenshi,” Marik responded from inside the fridge. “I know we had sausages. Where the fuck are they?”
“Aren’t they near the bacon and steaks?” Bakura asked. “Wait. Check by the fish. Morning, Malik,” Bakura said, peeking his head in the refrigerator.
Ryou mixed the baby’s formula and tested the warmth on his wrist. “I’ll get it, boys. ‘Kura, can you feed our son? I’ll find them. Bloody hell this hurts,” Ryou winced as he leaned over to look for the sausages. “They’re right here in the front.”
“Damn it,” Marik groaned. “I looked there!”
Bakura chuckled as he sat beside the carrier and began to bottlefeed the baby. “You’re blind as hell, Marik. Maybe you need glasses.”
“Maybe you need more sausage.”
“Wiseass.”
“Prick.”
“Chicken lover.”
“Asshole.”
“Yami Marik Jibade Ishtar and Yami Bakura Osiris Itemri, language,” Ryou said.
Marik and Bakura exchanged grins. Both yamis said “fucker” simultaneously with a snicker.
“Do you two want to go on the naughty stool?” Ryou asked.
Bakura grinned. “It’s the naughty ACTION stool. The child is never naughty. It’s the action that’s naughty.”
Ryou poured himself a hot cup of tea and sat on the opposite side of Bakura. “That is Yami Marik. He’s a naughty boy with a naughty tongue.”
“That’s not what Bakura would tell you. He liked my tongue this morning.”
Malik sighed and poured himself a cup of coffee. He sat at the end of the table as Marik joined the others at the table.
Bakura drank from his coffee cup as the baby suckled from the nipple. “Good boy. Oops, you’re dribbling a little there.” Bakura took the baby’s bib and wiped the baby’s chin with it. The baby began to cry. “Alright, alright.” Bakura replaced the nipple in the baby’s mouth and he began to feed again. Ryou leaned his head on one hand as his eyes began to close.
//Are you alright, Ry?//
/Tired. The incision hurts, but I need to eat to take my medicine./
“Ishtar, make Ryou some toast.”
“Malik, make Ryou some toast.”
“I’m comfortable,” Malik said. “He asked you first, Marik.”
Marik’s hair twitched as he stood up. “Malik, in the living room, if you please.”
Malik stood up and followed Yami Marik into the living room.
“What the fuck is up with you today? You’re bitchy,” Marik asked with his arms crossed against his chest.
Malik crossed his arms against his chest. “I’m not bitchy.”
“I can feel it through our mindlink. You are ultra-crabby today. Is this because I won’t let you go back to Egypt to that fuck-hole of a tomb you called a home?”
Malik narrowed his eyes at his husband. “Way to diffuse a bitchy attitude, Yami Marik.”
“Are you going to bitch until you get your way? Is that what you want? Do you want me to go to the store and get you some tampons and Midol?”
In the kitchen, Ryou closed his eyes tightly and rubbed his temples in a circular motion. “Bloody headache.” Bakura turned his head to watch the Ishtars verbal combat.
“I’m not a woman!”
Marik poked Malik in the chest. “Sometimes you act like it. There’s only one person in this house who is entitled to be a little bitch today and you are not the one.”
“Hey! I resent that!” Ryou exclaimed.
“Watch your tongue, Ishtar,” Bakura said sternly.
“Oh, because Ryou just had a baby, he’s entitled to be a little bitch?” Malik growled. “He’s more of a bitch than I am!”
Bakura almost jumped off his seat as Ryou slammed his hands on the table and rose to his feet. //This is going to be bad.//
Ryou stomped into the living room and stood between Yami Marik and Malik. “How dare you! I am not a little bitch!”
“I beg to differ, Ryou! Bakura jumps and you ask how high! Marik shows you just the slightest bit of attention and you are in his pants before they can even drop! I bet you if Seto Kaiba were here, you would be cuddling up with your Blue Eyes, too.”
Bakura looked at the baby suckling on the bottle. ‘Why isn’t he crying? Most normal babies would be wailing at this point.’
“You are not a little bitch! You are THEIR little whore bitch!”
Bakura turned his head sharply as he heard a thunderous crack in the living room and Malik hit the floor. “Daddy will be back in a moment, baby boy.Here, have a pacifier for now.” Bakura raced into the living room and saw Malik on the floor holding his bloodied lip. “What the hell?”
Yami Marik stepped back from Ryou. That has to be the hottest thing he has done in a while.....
Ryou stood over Malik with shaking, clenched fists. The hikari drew breath slowly in and out as his teeth grinded.
Bakura put a calm hand on Ryou’s arm. “Alright, Ry, calm---.”
“Keep your bloody hands off me!” Ryou snapped at Bakura as he tore his arm away. “He deserved it! How dare you call me a little bitch, Malik! Let’s see you carry a seven pound baby, tear open your stomach, and sew you shut! Let’s see how bloody jovial you are then! Do you think this is easy?”
Bakura turned to the two-day-old baby boy sitting in the carrier, his eyes directed at the chaotic scene before him. He’s still not crying. Is something wrong with him? Aten and Aria would be sobbing buckets now.
Malik rose to his feet. “Maybe you’ll think of this next time you open your whore legs to the next man-slut who wants to stick it in you!” Malik rose his right fist to hit Ryou, but swept Ryou’s legs from under him. Ryou collapsed to the ground and gasped as Malik kneeled on top of him, punching him furiously.
“Bastard!" Ryou exclaimed as he tried to punch Malik off him.
Malik’s fist connected with Ryou’s jaw harshly, splitting the hikari’s lip open. “Fight like a man, Ryou, and not the little he-bitch you are!"
Ryou grabbed Malik’s t-shirt and pulled him down closer to him. His incision burned as Malik dropped his weight on the new wound. “Get the hell off of me!" Ryou’s fist connected harshly with Malik’s chest.
The yamis watched stunned as a flurry of blows was exchanged between the two hikaris. The table of snacks overturned, sending bowls and food scattering to the floor. Bakura and Marik watched confused as the two normally quiet, peaceful hikaris were locked in a bitter fistfight on the ground. Fists and blood flew quickly as their strikes connected.
“What the hell just happened, Ishtar?”
“Beats the hell out of me, Itemri.”
Malik grabbed Ryou’s hair and slammed his closed fist into Ryou’s face. Fresh blood trickled down Ryou’s forehead and chin. “I hate you, Ryou! I hate your fucking guts! You took everything away from me! You took Marik away from me! Your father should have killed you! He should have put a god-damned bullet in your head and Aten's!"
Yami Marik narrowed his eyes angrily at Malik. “That’s enough,hikari!" Marik lunged for Ryou and tried to restrain Ryou’s wild fists. Marik glared down at Ryou. “Ryou, enough!"
Bakura rushed to grab Malik’s raging fists. “Malik, stop this right now!"
Ryou grabbed Malik’s shirt and slammed his fist into Malik’s jaw. “How dare you talk about my son like that!"
Malik snapped his wrist out of Bakura’s grip and slammed Ryou’s head against the floor enraged. “It’s all about you,isn’t it, you greedy little pissant?" Malik slammed his fist into Ryou’s throat.
Ryou wheezed as Bakura grabbed Malik’s fist.
“Ra damn it, Ishtar, control your fucking Light!” Bakura snarled at Marik.
“My fucking Light? Ryou started it!” Marik growled back. “Malik is standing up for himself just like I taught him!"
Malik turned to Marik. “Standing up for myself? Like you taught me? You made my life a freaking nightmare! You didn’t teach me anything!" Malik growled,struggling in his yami’s grip.
Marik wrapped his arms under Malik’s arms and pulled him off the other bleeding hikari. Bakura kneeled beside Ryou,who struggled to his feet.
Bakura stood between the two hikaris."All of you cut out this nonsense! We’re adults here! There’s no reason to cause a scene!"
“Malik was defending himself, Bakura,and he has every right to do so! Ryou was out of line!"
Bakura narrowed his eyes at Marik. “Ryou didn’t deserve that!"
“LIKE HELL HE DIDN’T!" both Ishtars growled. “He threw the first punch!"
Ryou stood on shaking legs as Malik rose to his feet. “Get out of this house, Malik, you pillock!”
Yami Marik and Yami Bakura quickly stepped back as Ryou grabbed Malik and pulled him angrily to the door. Malik continued to punch Ryou as Ryou opened the door furiously. “Get the hell out, you wanker!” Ryou threw Malik out of the house and slammed the door angrily.
Marik and Bakura watched as the typically placid hikari growled and glared, enraged. ”Fuck this. I‘m out of here,” Marik said as he turned and walked out the back door with the Millennium Rod.
Ryou heard the back door slam and he leaned against the front door,panting and shaking. Bakura turned around and saw Therion sitting in his carrier with his pacifier bobbing up and down from his calm suckling motion. I didn't hear a peep from him during the fight. Strange.
The white-haired yami turned to his Light. “Did you get it out of your system now?”
“I....I don’t know what happened.”
“You punched him is what happened. Malik didn’t deserve that. Granted, he shouldn’t have been such a dick, but you didn’t need to pound his face in.”
Ryou ran his fingers through his white hair. “I can’t believe I did that.”
“Believe it, Ryou.”
“Was I just supposed to stand there and let him talk to me like that?”
Bakura shrugged. “Words aren’t bullets....or fists. You could have just stayed in the kitchen with me. That quarrel was between yami and hikari. Marik would have handled it as he saw fit.” Bakura approached Ryou and wiped away a trickle of blood from his husband’s forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up. How’s this looking?” Bakura lifted Ryou’s shirt and looked at the red, swollen scar.
“It bloody hurts now.”
Bakura took Ryou’s hand. “Let’s go into the kitchen and I’ll get that cleaned up.”
Ryou and Bakura entered the kitchen and saw Therion looking at them calmly. Ryou sat beside the carrier and removed the baby’s pacifier. He held up the bottle as the baby began to feed.
“I can’t...can’t believe I did that.”
Bakura stood beside Ryou with a cotton ball and alcohol. “This might sting, but you could have avoided this.”
Ryou winced as the alcohol stung his cut. “You’re right, yami.”
“Your body is thrown out of wack by the baby, but that still isn’t an excuse for putting yourself into their argument.”
“I’m sorry, Bakura.”
Bakura sighed as he put a supportive hand on Ryou’s shoulder. “It’s been a very long couple of days. Give the Ishtars some time alone. They’ll be back eventually. In the meantime, you need breakfast, medicine, and rest.”
“I don’t feel well.” Ryou put the bottle on the table and ran from the table upstairs.
Bakura looked up to hear Ryou vomiting upstairs. “Looks like it’s just going to be you and me, boy,” Bakura said to his son. Therion yawned and kicked his leg. The baby made an odd face and began to cry. The yami sighed as he looked at the dishes in the sink that needed to be washed, the overturned table in the living room, the floor littered with snacks, and the baby crying in the carrier. Ryou’s vomiting had transformed into sobbing. This is going to be a long day.
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Malik grit his teeth as he walked down the block. He winced as he wiped his bloody lip on his arm. /Damn Ryou.....Sometimes the truth fucking hurts./
//Malik...stop. Where the fuck are you?//
Malik stopped as he looked behind him. Marik was walking behind him with the Millennium Rod in his hand. Marik approached him and leaned into Malik’s face. “Let me look, tenshi.”
Malik winced as Marik touched his bleeding lips. “That hurts! Don’t touch it.”
Marik saw the red marks on his lover’s cheeks, arm, and near his collarbone. “I’m proud of you for sticking up for yourself.”
Malik crossed his arms against his chest as he glared at Marik. “Took you long enough to stop him.”
Marik took a deep breath. “If Bakura and I hadn’t intervened, he would probably continue the fight.”
“He started it, Marik! You saw it!” Malik pointed angrily towards the Ishtar-Itemri home.
“He did, yes. We need to get you cleaned up.”
The amythyst-eyed hikari watched his yami take his hand and walk with him down the street. “I cannot believe he would just sock you one like that!”
Malik stopped and tore his hand away from Marik’s grip. “Why do you care what happens to me? You pulled me into the living room to ask me why I have been bitchy. Now all of a sudden, you want to be pals with me. What’s your problem?”
“Ever since last night’s discussion, you have been quiet and moody. When we came back from the hospital, you were fine. It was only after we discussed your desire to return to your family’s tomb that you seemed to avoid me.”
“You wouldn’t even spend last night in bed. You would rather sleep on the couch alone rather than beside me? Oh, yes, and by the way. That is not OUR family’s tomb. That was Yami’s tomb where we were forced to live for centuries until his return.”
Marik held up his hands. “Okay, okay. Good point. My point is, you know how angry the memories make me.” Marik stepped up to Malik and tilted Malik’s head up gently with his fingertips. “I was born.....summoned....by your hatred. Your pain. I was nourished by the hate you bear your father. I am your fear.” Marik’s fingers drifted down Malik’s neck to his chest. “I am your hate. However, my dear, handsome, sexy husband, I am also what protects you.”
Malik closed his eyes as Marik leaned into his ear. He felt his yami’s warm breath caress his skin. “I protected you so long ago as a little boy...wandering the darkness in a tomb of a pharaoh long since dead. I came to your aid as your father’s hot knife pierced your back and carved the tombkeepers’ mark upon your young, tender flesh. All you wanted was freedom. It was I who made that freedom possible. I intervened to protect you and remove you from that terrible hell of neverending darkness and oppression.” Marik placed a light kiss on Malik’s forehead. “I destroyed him.....for you, my Light.” Marik took Malik’s hand and held it to his own chest where his fake heart beat. “This heart stopped beating five thousand years ago in the sands of Egypt. You ask me why should I care what happens to you? The simple answer is a shallow one....without you, I have no hikari. I will be a prisoner once again in the Millennium Rod until the next host is appointed. That would have been my answer in Battle City. However, now....throughout all that we have been through together. Our highs and lows. Our exchange of vows. My answer is not shallow. We need each other. Darkness cannot exist without the blessing of the Light. You cannot appreciate the Light until you see the beauty of the Dark. We need each other to feel complete.” Marik caressed Malik’s unbruised cheek lightly with his palm. “I won’t allow any harm to come to you. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing with Ry. That is not like him. But you know what? Let’s leave the Itemris to whatever the hell they want to do. Today is all about you and I.”
Malik’s eyes wandered downward. “I know how that place affected you.....us. It was hell. All I wanted was to feel the gentle breeze and feel the warmth of the sun against my skin. I wanted......a friend. That’s all I wanted, Marik. One friend. Someone to talk to. Someone besides my sister to play with.” Malik lowered his head. “I prayed to the gods for a friend who I feared would never come. That’s all I wanted, Marik. I was alone. When you first appeared and took me away from that place, I didn’t know if I should trust you or who you were.”
“I know I was not always the best friend you deserved. But, I can certainly hope that I am the lover you always wanted,” Marik said with a grin.
Malik winked at his yami-husband. “Hell yeah.”
Marik kissed Malik’s forehead again. “Why don’t you and I get you cleaned up? We’ll go out to the snootiest, richest, most expensive restaurant and mind-control the waiter into giving us their best bottle of wine?
Malik giggled. “Sounds like a plan. What then?”
“Let’s see.....you know, Aten stole that lawnmower from Mr.Gillam and caused quite a bit of raucous. What do you say to causing a little mayhem on our own?”
A mischievous grin crossed Malik’s face. “It’s a date, partner! Why don’t we go to see a movie?”
Marik tapped his foot on the ground and the Millennium Rod against his leg as he thought. “Hey! What about Straps Theater? I like the movies, but that place never feels clean enough. Why don’t we....borrow....a movie and take it to Domino Cinema? That place is much cleaner....and they have better cheese pretzels than Straps.”
“Popcorn with extra butter, too?”
Marik pet Malik’s hair. “Remember what we used to say during Battle City? Our Millennium Rod will always give us what we want!”
Marik and Malik laughed as they continued to walk down the street. Marik took Malik’s hand again and was pleased when the hikari didn’t pull his hand away.
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Aten groaned as his head throbbed vigorously. The Egyptian teen’s eyelids fluttered as his fingertips brushed across the white bed linens. Through his closed eyes he could see a faint light coming from the edges of the curtains. With every second, he cursed those tiny beams of light. Aten’s tongue rubbed against the surface of his mouth which felt dry and uncomfortable.
“Axra min kida mafiiš.” (There’s nothing shittier than this.)
“Well, well, look who decided to wake up. How are you feeling?”
Aten struggled to open his eyes and saw the fuzzy, blurry world before him. “Thirsty.”
The blurry figure sat beside him and put his hand against his back. “Do you need anything?”
Aten leaned over the edge of the bed and vomited harshly into an empty bucket. Robbie held Aten’s white and blond hair so it would not fall in front of his face. Aten’s body trembled and wretched as nausea flooded his body. When finished, Aten’s head hung off the bed. Robbie helped the other eighteen-year-old onto the bed again. Robbie handed him a toothbrush with some toothpaste on the bristles. Aten wrinkled his nose as he brushed his teeth. Robbie offered him a cup of water and a bowl. Aten’s head laid back onto the pillow.
“What do you remember of last night?”
“Painting.”
[God damn it, the mower’s out of gas!] Robbie heard Mr.Gillam yell angrily from the outside.
“Keep it down!” Aten screamed from the bed. “Grouchy old fart.”
The German teen giggled. “Seems like you had a little too much fun last night.”
“What happened last night?” Aten moaned as he rubbed his hair.
“Let’s see. You broke into Mr.Gillam’s garage, stole his beer, stole his riding lawnmower, darn-near woke up the neighborhood with your screaming down Arendell, stripped bare-butt naked in the park, played on the equipment, humped me, then drove the mower back home.” Robbie paused. “Oh! And you picked a fight with your penis. Oh! And you threw up and peed on Bakura.”
Aten chuckled and moaned with the pain in his head. “I’m going to hear about that later from Father Bakura.”
“I’m also never going to let you forget the night you tried to strangle your penis hanging upside-down in the park while hanging naked on the monkey bars and you gave yourself a boner as a result. That’s definite blackmail fodder.”
“Go to hell.”
Robbie laughed as Aten plugged his ears. “Your father helped me put you to bed.” Robbie gasped. “Oh! One more thing! You said you were No Pants Man...Defender of ....the F-Word.”
“Fuck.”
“That’s the one!”
Aten groaned. “Please don’t tell me mother was here, too....”
“Nope. Only your father, Father Bakura, and Malik showed up.”
“At least mother didn’t see me naked.”
Robbie sighed. “No, but your father seemed quite impressed.”
Aten paused. “Oh that’s embarrassing.”
“They tried to blame that all of last night’s chaos on me!”
“Why didn’t you stop me?”
Robbie looked up in shock. “I tried to, but you just didn’t listen to me.”
Aten groaned as he held his head. “I feel like crap.”
Robbie ran his fingers through Aten’s hair. “It will be better soon. Just relax.”
Aten’s body relaxed as Robbie pet him. His eyes closed and Robbie thought he heard a low purr come from the dark-skinned teen. “Hell yeah.”
Robbie sat quietly as he watched Aten drift into slumber.
***************
Umi tucked Rhett into bed with his stuffed dolphin toy. The two-year old boy yawned as the houseboat’s waves gently rocked him to sleep. He caressed the boy’s hair as he smiled down at his son. “Pleasant dreams, little starfish. Sleep well.”
Rhett yawned as he stretched. “Love you, daddy.”
Umi watched as the boy’s chocolate brown eyes closed as he drifted into slumber. My little starfish, I don’t know what will happen to your mom and I. I know how much it hurt for my father to grow up without his own father. He became stronger because of it, more self-reliant, I think. You look so much like me. My hope is you grow up to be self-reliant, strong, and confident in your own abilities. You have so much power within you. Your magic can be used for good. I have seen you touch wounds and heal them. My hope is you use that magic for good purposes. Your magic comes from your mother. You are definitely our little boy. Be good for your mother. She loves you. I love you. I hope you understand why I do what I must do.
“Love you, Rhett Bakura Tsunami.”
Umi approached the door and turned to see Rhett sleeping one last time. He walked next door to Kai’s room. Kai was sitting on his bed with his Duel Monsters cards on his bed. “Kai Neptune Tsunami, what are you doing awake past your bedtime?”
“Playing with my cards,” the four-year-old smiled.
“You want to make a dueling deck, hmm?”
Kai smiled. “I want to be a great duelist like grandfather and mommy!”
Umi approached the bed slowly. “Great duelists need to go to bed. It’s getting late.”
“Should I have this card in my deck?” Kai asked as he held up a card.
“’The Legendary Fisherman?’ That was your grandfather’s favorite card.”
Kai’s eyes lit up. “Wow! Yes! I want it!”
“Perhaps your mother can show you how to play. I’m sure she’d be happy to help you. If you ask nicely, perhaps Seto Kaiba will......” Umi paused as images of Seto Kaiba and Aria having sex flooded his mind. He could imagine her writhing beneath him, her screams of passions echoed from when they made love. Damn you, Seto Kaiba! “Maybe Seto will let you use his dueling arena to train with mommy.”
The white-and-blue-haired boy bounced excitedly on his bed. “That would be fun!”
“You will have to ask mommy and Uncle Seto, though.” Don’t I mean mommy’s man-whore?
“Can you teach me, too, daddy?”
Umi sighed. “I have to go on a little trip, Little Minnow. Tell you what. When I come back, then you and I can have a little duel, alright? By the time I get home, you will be really good at it.”
Kai clapped his hands. “Yay! Will it be tomorrow?”
Umi shook his head. “No, Little Minnow. I’ll be gone tomorrow.”
“The next day?”
Umi paused. “Maybe.”
Kai smiled. “I will be the best duelist ever, daddy! I will be really good! You watch!”
“I know you will be, Kai. I don’t doubt it. In the meantime, you take care of your brother and mother, alright?”
“And Lani?”
Umi nodded. “Yes, and Lani.”
Kai smiled up at his father. “I will!”
Umi tucked Kai into bed and kissed his cheek. “Daddy loves you, Little Minnow.”
Kai wrapped his arms around Umi’s neck. “Love you, daddy!”
Umi ruffled Kai’s white and blue hair. He turned off Umi’s lamp and sadly walked out of the room. With a deep breath, he went to his bedroom that he shared with his wife of four years. He had packed the suitcase while Aria was running errands with the children during the day.
Moment of truth.
He walked with the suitcase to the living room where Aria was sitting on the couch. “Little Mermaid?”
Aria looked over at him holding the suitcase with a worried look on her face. “Umi?” She stood up from the couch. “Where are you going?”
“Aria, I....I’m leaving.”
“Umi, please, we can work through this!” she pleaded as she walked over to him. “I promise I couldn’t control the flashback. I didn’t mean to sleep with Seto.”
Umi closed his eyes tightly as she wrapped her arms around him. “When I look at you, all I can see is him! I look at Rhett and I see a lot of you in him. I look at Kai and there is us! I look at that baby girl and I know she is not ours. That is Seto Kaiba’s child created by you cheating on me! Do you know how hard that is?”
“Umi, I couldn’t stop it!”
“You’re a whore!” Umi growled at her.
Aria narrowed her eyes as tears coursed down her cheeks. “Are you calling my mom a whore, too? Aten is my stepbrother and we don’t come from the same father!”
“That is your parent’s problem. You are my problem.” Umi narrowed his eyes at Aria.
“We tried to stop it.”
“There’s something else you won’t be able to stop, mermaid.” Umi stepped around Aria and walked towards the boathouse door.
“Where are you going?”
Umi shrugged. “I don’t know. My father is out there somewhere. Maybe I’ll join him at sea.” He looked over his shoulder at Aria. “If you’re feeling lonely at night, you can always climb into Seto’s bed. I’m sure he won’t have a problem with you joining him. Goodbye.”
“Umi, come back! Please! I was stupid! What I did was stupid!” Aria sobbed. “Our past came back to haunt us and we tried to fight it. Damn it, we tried to fight it! I never wanted to hurt you.”
Umi hung his head low. “You did.”
Aria sniffled as she grabbed a tissue. “I’m sorry, Umi.”
“You certainly will be,” Umi grabbed the doorknob and shut the door behind him.
Aria narrowed her eyes and chased after Umi. “You can’t just walk out on us!”
“I wouldn’t be doing this if it weren’t for you! You cheated! You were in the wrong!” Umi growled at her.
Aria grabbed his arm and tried to pull him back into the houseboat. “You belong with your family! Get back inside and we can talk!”
“I’m done talking. I have nothing left to say. Let go of me,” he snarled as he freed his arm from Aria’s grip.
Umi turned to walk away from her as he heard her growl behind him. A moment later, Yami Aria stood in his path. Her hair appeared spiky like her father’s and her eyes were dark as onyx. “Get back into that house, Umi Aquarius Tsunami.”
“You are causing a scene! Stop it! I’m not going back into that house.”
Yami Aria growled and gripped the front of his shirt. “You will, bastard, if I have to drag you back inside!”
Lights flickered on in the surrounding houseboats. Doors opened and some neighbors peeked their heads out. “Hey! It’s late!” one neighbor shouted. “I have to get up for work in the morning.”
“FUCK YOUR WORK!” Yami Aria growled. “Umi, you can’t leave me!”
“I can and I will,” Umi stepped around her.
Yami Aria stood in his path once more. “I will not let you abandon your children! Your family!”
“What about you when you decided to fuck Seto Kaiba?! What do you think would happen to your family? How do you think you would feel if I got another girl pregnant? Would you be alright with that?” Umi snarled.
“Course not!”
“Thank you. Goodbye.”
Yami Aria grabbed his arm again. “Get back in that fucking boat!”
Umi turned to Yami Aria once more. “You were always Daddy’s Girl! Spoiled little brat! You think I will give into you this time, Little Mermaid? No! You screwed up! Not me! You! I have remained faithful to you! I’ve defended you. Not this time. This time you are going to sit in the filth that you created.” Umi paused. “I loved you, Aria. I’ve loved you for a long time. But, you betrayed my trust. You’ve cut me deep like the ocean. All I can see is you with him. We need time apart, Aria.”
“You. Can’t. Leave. Me.”
“What are you going to do, mermaid? Tie me up and keep me below deck?”
Yami Aria’s lip curled in a sneer. “If I have to.”
Umi swallowed nervously. “You wouldn’t do that.”
“My father is Yami Bakura. Do you think I would be his daughter and not learn how to restrain a man? Dominate him? I was born of darkness.”
“Your Light side wouldn’t allow you to do it.”
Yami Aria chuckled. “Yes, but my Light side isn’t here, is it? You’ve got me now, motherfucker. And you’ve pissed me off.”
“Well, you pissed me off! I wasn’t the one to get myself knocked up by a man other than my husband!”
“Who are you? The fucking morality police?”
Umi stepped around Yami Aria. “This conversations over!”
“Well, I’m not done conversing!” Yami Aria growled. “If you leave here, I swear to Seth, I will send my Nightmare Dragon after you and he will bring you back! In pieces, if need be!”
“So now you are threatening me? That’s definitely going to make me want to go back into the boat!”
“Mommy?”
“Daddy?”
Umi and Yami Aria turned and saw Rhett and Kai standing at the door to the houseboat with worried looks on their faces.
“See what you did, Aria? You woke the kids!”
Yami Aria pointed to the children. “Do you see them? How could you abandon them?”
“I didn’t abandon them! It was you whoring around with Kaiba!”
“I told you I was sorry! A real man would stay with his family! Now get back into that fucking house!” Yami Aria grabbed Umi’s arm again, but he broke her grip again.
Rhett and Kai watched wide-eyed as Umi turned to walk away, but their mother continued to try to pull him inside. Rhett began to cry as he held onto his brother.
“Aria, I don’t want to fight in front of the kids,” Umi growled.
Yami Aria stepped around Umi and tried to push him into the house. “Get the fuck back into the house!”
“Aria, let go of me!”
Yami Aria punched his arm. “You listen to me!”
“Mommy! Daddy! Don’t fight!” Kai called to them as tears rained down his face.
“Aria, stop causing a scene!”
Two police cars arrived at the docks. Umi watched as the police officers stepped out of their cars. Umi turned back to the crying children. He walked to the boys and hugged them. They hugged their father tightly as they watched the officers approach the scene.
“Hi, folks, we have a report of a domestic disturbance. Is everything okay?”
“He’s trying to abandon his family!” Yami Aria pointed at Umi angrily.
“The girl hit Umi!” a neighbor said as he approached the officers. “I saw it! We all saw it!”
“Ma’am, please come with me,” an officer said as he directed Aria to the squad car. The other policeman stood with Umi and the boys.
“Ma’am, you cannot assault people,” the officer said calmly.
Yami Aria glared. “What about a man walking out on his family?”
“I know you’re angry, ma’am, but you can’t--.”
“Stop calling me that!” Yami Aria growled.
The officer took a deep breath. “Please tell me what happened.”
“My husband is walking out on me! That is what happening!”
“Assault is a crime. Are you aware of this?”
“Are you aware he is an asshole trying to abandon his family?”
The policeman removed handcuffs from his belt. “Ma’am, we’re going to have to take you down to the station.”
“WHAT?!”
“Assault is a crime and it is obvious that you need some time alone.”
“Get the hell away from me!”
Umi watched the police officers handcuff Aria and put her in the squad car.
“Mommy!” Rhett cried as he reached out to her, sobbing.
“Where are they taking mommy?” Kai sobbed as he held onto his father.
The police officer beside Umi kneeled down to see the kids. “Boys, your mommy will be home soon. Have either of you boys ever had a ‘time out?’” Kai nodded sadly. “It’s just like that.” The officer stood beside Umi. “Do you have any bruises?”
Umi looked at his black-and-blue upper arm. “Wow, she has a good grip.”
The officer took pictures of Umi’s injuries. “Sir, do you need information on domestic abuse shelters?”
Umi watched as the squad car pulled away with Aria in the backseat.
Umi shook his head. “No, officer. I don’t want to upset my kids further.”
“Do you need a safe place?”
“No, officer. We will be fine.”
The officer looked down at the boys. “You kids be good for daddy.”
Rhett watched the officer walk away. “I want my mommy!” he sobbed loudly.
Umi brought the boys inside. He sat with them on the couch and hugged them.
“Why did mommy go away?” Kai asked.
“Mommy needs some time to think about her naughty actions. In the meantime, why don’t we pack your bags and go to grandma’s?”
Rhett sobbed. “I want mommy!”
“I know, Rhett,” Umi said, trying to console the crying toddler. “You’ll see her soon, buddy.”
Kai sniffled. “I miss mommy.”
“She’ll be alright, Kai. I’m sorry you had to see mommy and daddy fight. Even though mommies and daddies fight, they will always love their kids. Alright? You did nothing wrong.”
Kai rubbed his teary eyes. “I’m sad.”
Umi hugged the boys. “Me, too, son. Me, too.”
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Let our vengeance begin. It is time to resurrect the pharaoh.
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