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Carved in Stone	By : MarikIshtar77 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 2733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Whispers in the Shadows

“Do you think he suspects anything?”
“I doubt it. That bloke has about as many brain cells left as the Pharaoh has lives. He’s playing
a whole other ball-game in that thick skull of his.”
“HA!”
“I still can’t believe that you used to sleep with that guy.”
“Shut up, Valon.”
“Aww Mai, what’s wrong? Didn’t the dice master rock your world?”
“Give it a rest, Valon.”
“Wait a minute; you said he likes guys now, was you who didn’t rock his world?”
“Valon!! SHUT UP!”
“What’s wrong, Mai little honey? Did I say something wrong.”
“Now I remember why I don’t like you, asshole.”
“Is that any way to talk to your hubby, sweet heart?”
“You wish! C’mon now, quit screwing around. We need to get back to the hotel.”
*~*~*~*
            Yami bask leisurely in the warm golden rays of sunlight shining in through the sky lights
built into the high ceiling. He was settled comfortably on his stomach laying on a soft white
beach towel. His cheek was resting on his forearm. The ethereal tranquility surrounding him had
him in a sort of peaceful trance. His abductor’s servants took care of all his wants; which
included a full body massage with coconut oil, a bottle of Cristal, and strawberry ice cream,
amongst other things. The former Pharaoh was completely caught up in the pleasures of the
moment. Yami opened his eyes and sighed as he rolled over onto his back and let the warm sun
embrace the front of his body.
So peaceful......yet something was missing. But what? Yami couldn’t remember.
The former Pharaoh closed his eyes and began to doze off. Moments before sleep set in, he
heard a familiar voice speaking to him.
“I see my Hesperides have taken good care of you. I am pleased to see you are enjoying
yourself.”
Yami sat up quickly and covered himself with the towel he’d been laying on. “It’s you!” He
exclaimed as he fastened the towel around his waist and stood up.
His mysterious captor chuckled as he pointed toward the door. “Hesperides! Take the Pharaoh
back to his room!”

            Yami laid quietly in the dark bedroom staring up at the ceiling. He knew time was
passing, but it seemed to be standing still at the same time. The white noise in his head was
almost maddening. His hands were stacked behind his head and his knees were bent. The faint
scent of coconut still lingered on his chilled skin. He heard the knob on the door jiggle, sending
shivers up his spine. “Who’s there?” He asked apprehensively, snapping his eyes in the direction
of the door.
“You’re still up, very good.” His cloaked captor chuckled as he walked into the room, closing
the door behind him.
Yami shifted around uncomfortably, squeezing his knees together. “What do you want?” He
asked, his voice cracking a little. Yami swallowed hard when he felt the man sit at the edge of
his bed and touch his ankle. He swallowed hard. His breathing got a little faster as the man’s
hand crept under the bed sheet and up his leg. “Why are you keeping me here?” Yami asked
quietly, feeling something bad was about to happen.
“You’ll learn that tomorrow. Tonight, I want you to think of something else...”
Yami’s eyes shot open as the man’s hand reached his shaft. “What..are..”
“Shhh..relax. Fear not, my child.” The man said in a soft voice, rolling his thumb around the
head of Yami’s manhood.
Yami tried to scoot away from the unwelcome touch, but the man was persistent and refused to
let go of the soft flesh in his hand. “Nervous, Pharaoh? Don’t worry, I can make that feeling go
away.”
Yami swallowed back a whimper as the man pulled the bed sheet off of him, revealing his
unclothed body completely. He felt a second hand placed on his hip, holding him in place as the
first hand parted his legs than stroked his arousal. The man’s touch was gentle, yet forceful. Yami held his breath as
he felt a warm mouth cover the head of his shaft. “W-w..hy?” He breathed heavily as the man’s
mouth eagerly worked up and down his entire length.
The man ignored Yami’s question and continued his oral assault. Soon Yami was writhing in
pleasure, grasping the bed sheets and moaning loudly. Everything his captor did to him was
sending erotic tingles throughout his entire body. He couldn’t hold back a deep, guttural scream
as he was brought to a strong climax. His body jerked uncontrollably as his captor increased the
suction around his shaft, siphoning out every last drop of his release. Yami laid still on the bed
panting heavily. His arms and legs were numb. He couldn’t move an inch even if he tried.
His mysterious captor pulled his head up, his hood still shielding his identity. “Not bad at all.”
He chuckled as he wiped his mouth with his hand.
Yami stared at him through half-lidded eyes, hardly able to speak. “Who..why..where..”
The man leaned over and gently closed the Pharaoh’s eyes with two fingers. “All in good time,
Pharaoh, all in good time. Rest now, tomorrow is going to be a big day for you.”
“Nnn” Yami whimpered as the man walked out of the room, locking the door behind him. Once
the feeling returned to his body, Yami grabbed the bed sheet and wrapped it around himself
protectively. He felt guilty for enjoying what he’d just done, but he wasn’t quite sure as to why.

*~*~*~*
            Ryou smiled proudly as he held up a set of silver car keys, letting them dangle from his
finger in front of Marik’s face.
Marik grinned as he grabbed the keys away. “Excellent work. Now all we need to do is talk the
King of Thieves over there into changing into the clothes I gave him.”
“Don’t tell me he’s being stubborn again.” Ryou groaned, glancing over at Bakura throwing a fit
a few feet away.
Marik rolled his eyes. “Yup, you nailed it on the head. I don’t think he appreciates my sense of
fashion very much.”
“Garments such as these should be banished to the shadows!” Bakura yelled, throwing the
clothes Marik had given him right at Marik’s head.
Marik caught the clothes in his arms and groaned. “Gahhh...you’re impossible!”
Ryou cringed as he approached the ranting thief. “Uh...Bakura? Would you rather wear
something of mine?” He asked nervously.
Bakura grabbed Ryou by his shirt collar and slammed him against the wall, holding him up with
one arm. “You’re Millennium Ring will suffice!” The thief snarled evilly, looking into Ryou’s
fearful eyes.
Marik quickly rushed to Ryou’s aid. He kicked Bakura square in the ass, knocking him off
balance enough that he released Ryou. “Lay off of him, alright? Otherwise you’ll find my
Millennium Item lodged up your ass.”
Bakura narrowed his eyes and glared at Marik. “I might like that.”
Marik put his hand over his Millennium Rod and grinned. “Is that a come on?” He chuckled,
winking at the thief king.
Bakura licked his lips as he looked over the Egyptian from head-to-toe. “Maybe. Was that a
legitimate offer?”
“Damn right it was legit. Say we get the hell out of here and find us a nice place to fuck?”
Bakura glanced down at the bulge growing under his black sarong and smirked. “If you think
you can handle me.”
“I think you should be asking yourself that.” Marik laughed, spinning the car keys on his finger.
Ryou picked himself up off the floor and moved behind Marik. “Uh...shouldn’t we get going? My father will be awake soon.”
Marik slipped the Millennium Rod out of his belt loop and held it under Bakura’s chin. “We can
further this discussion in the truck.”
Bakura’s eyes flashed evilly as he reached up and shoved the gold item away from his face. “I
look forward to it.”
“I know just the place.” Marik smirked, shoving the clothes he’d given to Bakura earlier back in
the thief’s arms. He tossed the car keys to Ryou. “Drive us to the cliffs over looking the Valley
of the Kings.”

*~*~*~*
            “Hey Tristan, I’m hooome!! You here?” Duke yelled loudly as he walked in the door.
Duke switched on the light and looked around. “Tris?” Duke searched around, but didn’t see
Tristan anywhere. “Hmm... he’s probably down in the bar.” Duke said to himself as he tossed his
keys on the coffee table and plunked down on the couch. “Aw shit, I’m beat.” He yawned as he
rested his head back and closed his eyes.
*~*~*~*
            Serenity walked down the main staircase and looked at Mokuba surprised. “Mokuba,
what’s going on?” She asked quietly.
“Where’s Noa!” Mokuba shouted, his voice echoing through the foyer.
“He isn’t here right now.” Serenity answered the infuriated Kaiba brother.
Mokuba clenched his fists at his sides and growled. “Darn it! No matter though, Serenity, you’re
not staying here tonight.”
“But..I can’t leave.” Serenity answered weakly as she backed slowly up the stairs.
Mokuba shook his head. “No Serenity, I mean it. I know Noa’s been kicking your ass, and that is
going to stop tonight. There’s no excuse for that sort of shit.”
Tears trickled down Serenity’s cheeks, washing away the make up she’d used to cover up the
bruises left by Noa.
Mokuba took a few steps closer and reached for her hand. “C’mon Serenity, you know you
deserve better. I’ll take you over to my brother’s tonight, you’ll be safe there.”
Serenity brought up her hand, but hesitated to take Mokuba’s..
Mokuba nodded his head. “It’s alright.”
Serenity slowly joined hands with Mokuba, signaling she’d had enough of Noa’s shit and was
ready to move on.
*~*~*~*
            Ryou sat on a rock overlooking a deep valley of earth colored sand. The sun was just
beginning to rise in the eastern sky. Bold pink clouds blended with soft purple hues, illuminated
by the golden sun.
“Malik...I wish you here with me to see this.” He said softly to himself, his eyes growing misty
as his mind drifted back to better days.
“Ryou?” Marik asked as he and Bakura joined Ryou.
Ryou wiped his eyes before looking back. “Hello, did you two enjoy yourselves?” He asked as
the two half dressed, sweat covered men approached him. Bakura was walking with a slight
limp.
Marik ran his hands through his dripping wet blonde hair, shaking his hair, and grinned back at
Bakura. “I think it’s safe to assume that, eh pussy cat?”
Bakura silently grinned back at Marik -surprising Ryou.
“I’m a little hungry, think we could go into town and get some breakfast now?” Ryou asked, still
wary of Bakura’s sudden change in temperament.
“Good idea, you can drive.” Marik said as he pulled Bakura close to him, pressing their lips
together forcefully.
Bakura melted into the Egyptian’s arms, letting him control their mouths.
Marik wrapped his arms around Bakura’s waist, pressing their bodies together. They stayed
locked together for a few moments before Marik finally pulled away. “I’ll meet you at the truck,
alright? I need to talk to Ryou privately for a minute.”
Bakura willingly agreed and turned to leave, limping as he walked toward the SUV.
Ryou stared at Marik in shock. “What did you do to him?” He asked, completely astonished.
Marik patted his Millennium Rod and grinned. “Not even the King of Thieves can resist the
powers in my magic rod.”
Ryou shook his head and smiled. “I should have guessed.”
*~ *~ *~ *
            Tristan limped through the dark woods, tripping every few feet, but still making
headway. He swished a branch out of his way as he came to a clearing in the woods. His jaw
dropped as he came face to face with an old car wreck. “No way!” He exclaimed as he hobbled
over to look at it. Her couldn’t believe his eyes, it was real! “Holy shit, the toaster was right!” He
gasp, talking to himself as he circled the wreckage. He noticed a baby’s rattle laying outside the
twisted, rotting metal frame. “ I don’t believe it...” He whispered as he sat down on the ground.
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