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Avarice	By : RyokoEnigmasKitten Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
Disclaimers
and warnings can be found in Chapter One.
Dedications:
My wonderful beta readers Eternal SailorM and Desolate03. Also the kitties Aya,
Biscuit and Mika for keeping me company while I type.

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It's
a good thing I opted to check on the kit first. During the time I was trying
to figure out why Noa decided to put a thick purple streak in the middle of
Ryuzaki's bangs, Seto was recovering from what my beta will only call "an attack,
nothing to worry about." I'd be more inclined to believe him if his scent didn't
convey so much concern.

At
the moment, though, one would never know Seto had even twitched after I talked
to him earlier. "You're going to what?"
"Gut
Hirutani," I repeat; Seth is giving me an odd look. I wonder if Malik--Marik--his
scent is lingering on my clothes. I knew I should have changed out of my school
uniform when I got home....
"Why
now?" Seto demands. "If I recall, you said you wouldn't act
unless he threatened your pard."
"He
will." Wow, twin expressions of confusion. "Ishtar was here earlier.
He, ah, liberated a kit about Mokuba's age from the west side, brought
him here. Hirutani can have him back over my dead body."

Never
let it be said that I can't manipulate the Master of the City now that we
aren't a couple; the second I mention Mokuba's name, he snaps to attention,
eyes narrowing as he makes the connection with Hirutani's increased levels
of bastardhood. By the time I finish speaking, he's managed to snap his pen
in two.
"And
you're going alone?" Seth asks, still giving me odd looks. I am
definitely going to change before I face off with Hirutani--and can't
forget to shower. Maybe I'll start to feel closer to normal if I get all
traces of Malik's scent off my skin.
I
shake my head. "Not alone, per se. I have a few Cats owing me a favour
or three. I'll call in as many as I can to watch my back."
"You
sure you can trust them?"
"One
of them I'm almost positive I can trust at my back. The rest, well, it's
a risk I have to take." And I think that was the wrong thing to say. "I'll
only call them in if my first choice says no."

Seto's
eyes are glacial; good thing I'm practically immune to Kaiba glares. "If your
first choice says no, then you will
take some of the wolves with you."

It's
an acceptable concession. "Agreed. So long as Dorobou and Yami are kept out
of it. I don't want them at any more risk than they already are."
"You
can't keep them alive forever," Seth says quietly as I reach the
door. He is all too aware of mortality; he's seen more people die than
anyone else I've ever run with, Dorobou included.
I
pause, one hand on the doorframe, and give my beta and my vampire a tight smile.
"I know that. But I'll keep my humans alive as long as I possibly
can." Without another word I leave. Nothing more needs to be said.

Before
I can pull my cell from my pocket, one of the late shift approaches me. This
is not normal, since most of the vamps save the Kaiba clan and Kisara-san
tend to give me a wide berth. I can't even recall this guy's name, so I hope
my questioning expression is good enough.
Lady
Luck is on my side. "Jounouchi-san, there's someone at the gate
asking to see you. It's not the person who was here earlier," he's
quick to add. In all honesty, though, I wouldn't put it past Ishtar to
still be somewhere on the grounds but managing to keep downwind.

"Did
he give a name?" I ask, following him out of the house and towards the estate's
main gates. It couldn't be Kaasan or Shizuka; they've already been here half
a dozen times, and my little sister has all
the guards charmed by her upbeat personality. They would have just let them
in and called my cell.
The
vamp shakes his head. "No, sir. He just said he was sent by a... peer."
Well,
fuck. Hirutani's sent someone to retrieve his 'property' already.
May as well see who I'll be dealing with.

My
steps falter for just a moment as a slight breeze kicks up, bringing my visitor's
scent to me a full minute before I see him. Either my former Nimir Raj is
a complete idiot or I have to rethink my plan of attack. The other Cat glances
up from his contemplation of the sidewalk and gives me a half-smile, mismatched
eyes guarded.

"Dartz,"
I say, giving a short nod and keeping my gaze locked with his. Last time we
were face to face, he was trying to tear my throat out. Even though he owes
me a favour, I'm not dropping my guard so long as he's acting on Hirutani's
orders.

"Jounouchi,"
he replies, returning the nod then lowering his eyes. I'm a bit surprised
but don't show it; that is a sign of submission. And even in the presence
of another alpha, a beta Were or lower is never
to show inferiority to any but his own Nimir Raj, Ulfric or King.

"What
do you want?" I ask him after a moment. Along with his natural musky scent,
I'm picking up traces of blood... and all of it's his own.
"My
Nimir Raj has sent me to retrieve his youngest," Dartz says, eyes still
lowered. "He said that this is a simple misunderstanding and that I am
not to return without the kit."
"And
if you do return without him?" The only
reply is a faint tremor from the turquoise-haired leopard. I understand perfectly:
If Dartz goes back empty-handed, Hirutani will throw him to the rest of the
pard. He's already injured; they would tear him apart in seconds.
Still,
there's only one way I can answer. "Ryuzaki stays here. If Hirutani
wants him, the bastard can come himself." I start to turn, but stop when
for the second time this evening a hand attaches itself to my arm. This time
when I turn back it's to terrified yellow-and-teal eyes.

"I-I
can't go back there," he mewls, "not again. It wasn't my fault, but I'm glad the kitten escaped. I said
so; I shouldn't have, but I did and I can't go back. Please, don't make me
go back, Alpha."
I
think I just saw one of the vampire guards faint. Probably because they never
really believed it when Seth referred to me as an alpha Were; another Were acknowledging
me as such has to come as a shock to them. I'm less concerned about their
opinion of me and more aware that Dartz is only injured because he spoke out.

Even
when I was still in Hirutani's pard, Dartz was outspoken. He never played
at being an alpha; in fact he acted more of an Omega even though his standing
was higher than mine. Now that I think about it, he never met my eyes for
more than a minute and refused time and again to rape me on Hirutani's command.
Led to a lot of suffering on his part but... he knew. He probably always knew,
but he only feels free enough to acknowledge it now.
"Jounouchi-san?"
one of the guards asks; he still seems rather taken aback but has recovered
quickly.
"Call
Kisara-san, have her prepare a room," I reply; Dartz's eyes snap
to meet mine. "And I want the wolves notified in the morning that there
are two leopards on the grounds. They are pard and are to be treated as such."
I
don't think Dartz's eyes have ever looked prettier. Happiness suits
him so much better than sorrow.
~~~~~~~
Ryuzaki
was very... enthusiastic when he realized Dartz was going to be staying as well.
I don't think I've heard that many 'thank yous' in the
course of a minute since the Espresso Situation, after which the kit pounced
the older Were and knocked them both on the floor. Noa's largest source
of fascination with the whole encounter was discovering that, somehow, Dartz's
hair is naturally that colour.
I
somehow manage to convince Noa that it's time for all Weres in the house
to go to bed (which is a lie, as I'm pretty sure the wolves are still
partying hard out back) and see that Ryuzaki and Dartz get settled in for the
remainder of the night. My Cats both need medical attention, so I'll have
to contact the doctor in the morning. I just know Varon's going to chew
me out for not calling tonight, but they both need sleep too. And they'll
rest better since I know it's much safer here with all the guards Seto's
got on duty 24/7 now.
I
frown for a second. Dorobou and Yami haven't had more than a minute of
couple-time since they got home--I swear I saw Mokuba in there with them when
I was bringing Dartz inside--so it's a safe bet that I should make myself
scarce from the room tonight.
As
I mentioned earlier, I really don't have my own bedroom here. I do, however,
have a room where I keep my stuff that happens to also contain a bed. Tonight
may be a good time to utilize it. Yeah, I'm used to having someone in
the room with me, but I should be fine on my own.
Decision
made, I go to Dorobou's room and write a quick note to let him know where
I got to before going to 'my' room. It's rather Spartan, actually,
since I don't really accumulate much. True, I've got a few textbooks
thrown on the desk and I usually toss my school clothes there when I get home,
but there's not really anything in the room that says "Jounouchi
Katsuya lives here."
I
heave a sigh as I close the door behind me, tossing my uniform jacket towards
the desk without looking. Barely a second later I pause, mainly because I didn't
hear the damn thing hit the desk. Hell, it didn't hit anything.
I scent the air, but the room is so disused that I can't smell anything
aside from stale air. Note to self, throw open a window when I get a minute.

Before
I can turn, my worst-case scenario confirms itself--or rather, himself: "Your
box springs suck." It's all I can do to not beat my head against the wall.
"What
are you doing here, Malik?"
"Waiting
for you, obviously." And he says it as if it's the most natural
thing in the world for him to be doing right now. I turn and, yep, he's
sitting on my desk with my jacket draped over one leg. "How the hell can
you sleep in that?" he demands, waving one arm in the direction of the
bed.

Okay,
there're a couple things I could do here. I can ignore him, but judging by
what happened earlier that will only encourage him. I can just tell him the
truth, but that might lead to a whole discussion that isn't any of Ishtar's
damn business. Or I can call for Kisara-san.
"I
don't."
Holy
Christ on a motorbike, I think the temperature just dropped ten degrees in here.
That was probably the wrong thing to say, but I can't take it back now.
"Really?
So where are you sleeping then?" he demands,
and I'm wondering why it's any of his business. "Is it with
Bakura? Doesn't Mutou have anything to say about you fucking his boyfriend?
Or is he fucking you too?"
"First
of all, eww. Second, yeah, I sleep in Dorobou's room most of the time.
Third, Yami and Dorobou haven't passed the cuddling stage yet. Besides,
I have no interest whatsoever in sex." Why I'm telling him all this,
I don't know. Maybe I just wanna clear the air or something.
Whatever
the reason, it seems to have calmed Malik down. "Oh." He's
quiet for a minute, long enough for me to peel off my shirt and start searching
for my pajamas. "I'm sorry. And I'm sorry about Marik, you
know, kissing you like that earlier."
That
causes me to pause, and I turn my head slightly to regard him. The only light
in the room is from the moon outside, but it's enough for my eyes. Malik
looks a bit lost.
"He
really should have asked first."
Nope,
not lost, just thinking apparently. I roll my eyes and head into the bathroom
to change. Malik pauses outside the door before speaking again.
"It's
not fair, though. I didn't get to kiss you," and yep, he's
whining. "Just like Marik got to visit the Boss in the hospital but I
didn't."
What--?!
I yank open the door and stare at the Egyptian for a moment. "Dorobou
never mentioned seeing you while he was there."
"Because
he didn't see me," Malik replies. "Marik
went and talked to him, but he only told me afterwards." This is so damned
confusing. He talks like they're separate people.
"What
do you mean? You and Marik are one and the same, right?"
Now
he's laughing at me. Well, not really laughing, more like snickering,
but still. I'm glad my life is an endless source of amusement to these
psychos around me, really. Just ignore the sarcasm. I start to shut the door
again, but Malik grabs it before I get it halfway closed.

"Sorry,"
he says, and it almost sounds like he means it. "Bakura asked that same thing
back when we met, I had to laugh then too." Then his face goes all serious,
and I find my grip on the doorknob loosening. Damn him and my curiosity.

"You've
met my sister." It's not a question, but I nod anyway. Isis and Kaasan are
in the same coven; I've known Isis almost forever. "She's only half human."

I
think he expected me to be surprised by the revelation; he smells and looks
so disappointed when I nod. "She mentioned that when Kaasan started working
with her. You aren't entirely human either; everyone knows that."
And
he's shaking his head. "No, that's where everyone is wrong.
Maybe you should sit down or something before I say anymore." The most
I concede here is to exit the bathroom (thankfully I managed to get changed
while he was confusing me earlier) and lean against the wall by the balcony.
Malik frowns at me but continues anyway: "I was supposed to be a twin."
...this
is new. I quirk an eyebrow at him. "I've heard of this. Sometimes
during the early stages of pregnancy the second embryo is absorbed by the first.
So you're some sort of... chimera?"
"No.
For whatever reason, my twin developed a personality of his own as we got older.
He also insisted on taking all of the ahmet
side so I could be completely human," Malik says as if it's a completely
logical thing to have happened. "Mother left before he could make his
presence known, and Father...." He shrugs; all I know is that Isis and
Malik left Egypt about ten years ago. Right now, I really don't want to know more than
that.
I
blink and try to voice my thoughts. "So you and your twin--Marik--just
what? Coexist? Share everything?"
"Oh,
we disagree most of the time," Malik says. "Hell, we only agree
on two things. Can this conversation be over now? I'd really like to kiss
you."
Talk
about a one-track mind...! I hold up one hand as if to push him back should
he try anything right now. "Not yet," I find myself saying; do
I want him/them to kiss me again?! "I think I need to know what those
two things you agree upon are first."
"Well,
one is that Bakura's the boss," Malik says easily enough. "The
other is that you are absolutely beautiful. So," he adds, and I realize
that he's right in front of me, close enough that I can feel his breath
on my face, "can I kiss you now? Please?"
Something
in his scent--his sincerity--and in his almost whispered words leads me to only
one logical reply: "Okay." Then his hands are on my face and his
lips meet mine, and words are meaningless.

People
talk about how a first kiss is supposed to be all, I dunno, magical and perfect
and not at all awkward. That's not exactly true; at least I don't think so.
In all honesty, my first kiss was an hour ago; and while Marik is one hell
of a kisser, there weren't exactly angels singing or anything. Marik was all
passion and want and demanding; Malik is so completely different. This kiss
is more... well, gentleness and coaxing and a hint of need.
It's
intoxicating.
By
the time I can think beyond abstract once more my hands apparently decided they
belong threaded in Malik's hair. That's fine by me, since one of
his arms has wrapped itself around my waist and I think we somehow walked from
the balcony to the bed while my mind was elsewhere. That's also okay;
if we keep this up much longer I may have to sit down.

Okay,
lying down works, too. And I think I might be kissing Marik now; he just bit
my tongue again. I don't think I mind much, unless he just growled instead
of me. I'm pretty sure it was me, though. And then his free hand slips down
to--

"No."
I shove him up off me as I speak. Was he even listening when I said sex isn't
high on my list of things to do? Apparently not, since he starts to say something
only to abruptly snap his mouth closed. From the slightly glazed look in his
eyes I'll just assume that Malik is filling him in. Now that I know that they
aren't just one person, I can see a slight difference between the two. Marik's
eyes are a bit narrower, slightly darker in colour too. Come to think of it,
Marik doesn't smile either, just little smirks and smug looks like the one
from earlier this evening. And when, exactly, did I even start noticing these
things? I've barely looked twice at the man before today....

Pushing
aside that train of thought, I sit up, forcing Marik to shift off to one side,
and swing my legs off the edge of the bed. I'm not running away this time,
just rebuilding a few walls. I'm not sure how he got past my defenses, but
it won't happen again; I can't let
it happen again.

"I'm
sorry." That almost makes me jump, turn to face him, but I don't. He sounds
like he means it too. "I... I should probably go before I make things worse."
"You
don't have to." What the hell am I saying? "Just... don't,
okay?"
"Okay."

I
nod slightly, still wondering why I didn't tell him to get the hell out of
my room. Maybe it's because I'm tired; other than that, I have no clue.

"Lie
down," he says after a few minutes. "You need to sleep. I won't do anything;
I swear on Malik's soul." I'm assuming that's a pretty strong oath; his scent
has that tinge of honesty in it again, and I see it in his eyes when I glance
at him over my shoulder.
My
answer isn't voiced; I just look at him for a moment before settling back
onto the bed, facing the window. I'm tired and my mind can't really
try to interpret the Ishtar logic at the moment. A quiet sigh comes from the
man before I feel the bed shift slightly; then there's warmth at my back
and arms wrapping themselves around my waist.
"Marik...."
"This
is all I'm going to do," he replies, and I can feel his breath on
the back of my neck. It's oddly comforting. My eyes are heavy, and as
I drift into sleep the last thing I hear is, "Pleasant dreams, little
suncat."

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For those unfamiliar with the Anita Blake universe upon which the Endless Loop
saga is loosely based, there are different terms for alpha males in the different
Were 'races.' Nimir Raj is the term for an alpha male Cat, while Ulfric
is used for alpha male Wolves and King is for the alpha male Rat. The feminine
forms used for alpha females are Nimir Raja, Lupa and Queen respectively.
Chapter Four coming soon.
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