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Heccubus	By : jessara40k Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2728 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Heccubus
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-note
- 2
- 3
- 4
anei: When did Ryou seem too passive and Bakura too submissive earlier? I'm not sure
what gave that impression. And yeah, I noticed how in the earlier games Yami was
remarkably cavalier about risking Yugi's life.

Disclaimer:
Not mine. If they were Bakura would have won his duels instead of being
defeated by, for example, a God Card. And Yami would have acknowledged that Bakura
had a legitimate grievance�I mean hello, the Pharaoh�s soldiers committed
genocide on his village.

It
had been nearly a month since we�d managed to give our yamis their own bodies
and I was still getting used to how beautiful mine was. When we were walking
together I swear people would turn around and follow him to get the
chance to watch him for longer. I�d started to lust after him as well, but I�d
already started to get weak the way I was before I was given the Ring, and I
knew he�d only been logical to refuse me. It wasn�t too bad yet, but bad enough
that I was reluctant to go out of the apartment unless someone dragged me out.
And I�d remembered something I�d deliberately forgotten about my teeth, how
they�d been the same way they were immediately after that spell when they�d
first grown in as adult teeth, and how I�d forced Yami to take over when the
dentist filed them down to a normal shape.

It
was funny sometimes to see how Kaiba and Atemu would compete over my yami when
we were all doing something together - usually because Mokuba had dragged his
brother along with him. They�d both flirt with him, blatantly, and try to get
him within easy reach, preferably sitting beside them, or better yet leaning
against them. I didn�t know if he was really as indifferent to that as he
appeared, sitting wherever was most comfortable, and putting up with the
gloating and casual touch both boys indulged in when they felt they�d won...but
I could get him to leave either of them and come fuss over me with as little as
a word, or even just a glance.

Now
I was waiting for a phone call my father�d scheduled by e-mail, and Bakura was
beside me, making sure I knew my lines.

�You
know what you have to say Yadonushi-sama?�

�For
the hundredth time, yes. I mention that my old illness seems to be
coming back, that I�m lonely, and ask when he�s coming back for a while. If he
tries to offer to stay with me I tell him that he shouldn�t give up doing what
he loves for me,� not that he was likely to make that offer, �and I make a
point of sounding brave. It isn�t rocket science.�

There
was something about the way Yami reacted to my obvious frustration - almost
anger really - a momentary tightening of his shoulders and at the corners of
his eyes, but it was gone before I could identify it, and then the phone rang,
pushing what I thought I�d noticed out of my mind.

�Hello?�

�Ryou,
the dig�s almost finished, I�ll be coming home in two weeks, I�ll ring you
again closer to the time, but how are you now? Are you having any problems at
school?� Like the ones that had forced him to keep moving me from school to
school until I started at Domino.

�No,
not really.� I didn�t even try to keep the weariness I felt out of my voice.

�What�s
wrong?� My father was good at being concerned about me - as long as it
was something he could do long distance.

�I...you
remember how easily I got tired before I was about seven?�

�Yes.
No one could work out what was wrong with you...and then it went into
remission. Has it come back?�

�It�s
starting to I think. I don�t ever feel up to leaving my home, unless I have to,
and I�m getting lonely...I can�t expect my friends to keep on coming to visit
me, and going out of their way to keep me entertained. This is the first time I�ve
had friends stay with me...and now they�re starting to go away again.� I
refused to actually whine, but it was close, deliberately so. Then I made a
point of pushing my apparent depression away, and changed the subject. �Enough
about that. What about you? Have you got another dig lined up? How long can you
stay with me this time?�

He
laughed, and began answering my questions, and I resented him fiercely for a
moment for being so easy to distract. When I hung the phone up I wanted to
burst into tears as I turned to Bakura, and my yami seemed to sense that,
pulling me into a swift embrace.

�Thank
you Yadonushi-sama. I know that was hard for you, and I�m so sorry I had to ask
you to do that.� His sympathy was enough to push me over the edge, and I cried
into his shoulder for a while, before pushing away from him and wiping the
tears from my eyes with a bitter laugh.

�I
thought I�d gotten over crying over his attitude seven years ago. What do you
need to know?�

�When
will he be returning? And...can I assume he�ll be flying from Alexandria?�

�Two
weeks, and that�s where he arrived in Egypt, it�s the nearest airport to his dig.�

�Thank
you Yadonushi-sama. I�ve already told my lovers that I�ll be leaving for a
while...will you be alright living alone until he returns?�

Yami
had always been very concerned about me, even if he�d resorted to desperate
measures to get my attention the first time we met Yugi - I�d found myself
perfectly healed after the next time he took my body over anyway - but it was
showing more than usual now.

�Yes,
I�ll be fine. How long do you think I have before it gets really bad, the way
it was when I first received the Ring?�

�I�m
not sure. Forgive me, but...how long was that after you saw your mother and
sister die?�

�Six
months.� And I�d felt a lot stronger immediately after they�d died, no, I
wouldn�t think that way.

�Then
probably two to three months from now.� That was a bit scary, but I�d deal with
it, and Bakura had secured me the best medical treatment money could buy. �I
should go now.�

�Can�t
you stay one more night, and hold me?�

�If
you want me to.�

00()00

It
had been almost a week since I�d left Ryou, and his father still hadn�t come to
Alexandria. I knew because
I�d set up a spell to tell me when he did, and if it was too close to his
departure date when he arrived I�d have to stay here for longer to fix up my
cover. I�d decided to spend the time until he arrived in feeding - or in other
words getting laid three to four times a day, building up my reserves in case I
needed to spend some time celibate or near celibate. But when I did sense Dr.
Bakura�s arrival in Alexandria I used my powers to
bring the man fucking me to climax immediately and left him so I could find the
doctor.

�Do
you need a guide sir?� I spoke in Japanese, even if it didn�t show on Ryou
his father�s appearance was typical enough of the country to explain why I used
the language - and I pushed at his mind to make him notice me, and
hopefully recognise my resemblance to his son. I knew about the other
reason that would attract his attention, but I never planned to let Ryou know
about it. When I felt a flare of swiftly locked down and half repressed lust I
knew that I had his attention...his full attention, and used a swift
Shadow Magic spell to enhance and modify my innate heccubus ability to know and
modify his desires, so that I�d be able to know the direction his thoughts were
taking, and influence them, not just his lusts.

�No.�
He was almost going to just walk away from me, leaving me, leaving the inappropriate
desires I reminded him of, standing there, but I pushed at his mind,
instructing him to ask about the language, the language he hadn�t quite
realised we were speaking. �You speak Japanese...how?�

�I
live by...entertaining tourists.� Let him take that however he wanted to, if
the doctor wanted to fuck me before he brought me back to Japan, to Yadonushi-sama, but
with a legal ID this time, I wouldn�t protest, I�d almost certainly be able to
get away with refusing him after that. �I learned the most common tourist
languages to help with that.�

�Where
did you learn Japanese?� He wouldn�t believe me if I said it was from raking
around in his son�s head, but I already had a semi-plausible lie.

�From
books, and...clients. I�m good at languages.� A hint of stubborn pride
at that was in my voice, my health and vitality, enhanced by my most recent
feeding shone from my skin as I pushed Ryou�s father to think of how hard he�d
found it to learn Arabic. Besides that, he was thinking about how fragile his
son was, and remembering his complaint about loneliness.

�How
many languages do you know?� Displacement. I dragged his thoughts back to his
son as I answered.

�Nine
or ten. I�m not sure where the line is between different dialects and an
entirely different language for a couple.� I shrugged, thinking of how few
languages it sounded when you considered how old I was, although I hadn�t
counted the programming languages, and some of them I�d learned for the fun of
it, not for any use they had. Then I reminded Dr. Bakura how young I was -
apparently anyway.

�What�s
your name?� Victory was in sight, as I answered I pushed him towards making the
decision I wanted...needed him to make.

�Bakura
of Kuru Eruna.� I�d been too young for an adult name when my people were
killed, so I wore my childhood name with pride.

�Kurerunano
Bakura.� He�d corrupted my birthplace into a familial designation, but it didn�t
matter...and I hadn�t planned a family name anyway. I nodded in response to the
inquiring tone in his voice. �I have a proposition for you. I�ve got a son
about your age - sixteen, right?� I nodded again when he paused expectantly, it
would do. �He�s ill and he needs a companion. Would you like to move to Japan and be his companion? I�ll
expect you to help him with the housework and spend time with him.� As he got
weaker it would be more like do all of the housework, but Yadonushi-sama had
managed it by himself well enough. �In exchange I�d make sure you always had
enough money for groceries and the other household bills, as well as a
reasonable allowance to spend for pleasure, and I�ll pay for you to go to
school with my son.�

�Japan has really good schools
I�d heard...� He�d probably feel better if he thought I was seduced by the
chance to learn, rather than the promise of enough to eat and decent clothes,
since all I was wearing was a linen kilt that was ragged and filthy. Then I
shook his head, stepping away from him slightly. �How do I know you�re telling
the truth? And...I don�t have a passport, or any legal ID.�

�I�ve
got contacts who can get you legal ID and a passport. Find somewhere with a
phone you�d be comfortable being seen in with me and I�ll call my son now. If
you can speak to him will that be enough for you?� I�d made a point of looking
visibly tempted by the offer of legal ID and stepped just a little closer to
him when he offered to phone Ryou. Even when I�d backed away from him I was
still easily in range for him to grab me, but that hadn�t seemed to occur to
him.

�I
guess so...� I let my voice trail off, and glancing around us I led him to one
of the hotels catering to tourists, with payphones in the lobby.

00()00

I
had to wait another two weeks for my father to get home because of Yami�s plan
to get himself a legal ID, but I didn�t mind. I knew he could have easily
arranged a forgery for himself, but considering the trouble he�d gone to so
Atemu could have a nice legal identity I couldn�t blame him for wanting his own
ID issued by a government. It probably helped that my father knew precisely
which strings to pull to get him a government-issue ID, if he hadn�t my
yami probably wouldn�t have bothered. I hadn�t known more than my part in his
plan until three weeks ago, when my father phoned me, and asked me to talk to a
boy he wanted to hire as my companion. I was ready to protest, until I heard
Bakura�s voice in my head warning me that this was part of his scheme, and then
heard his voice in the real world on the phone. He�d sounded strange on the
phone, and I had to assume that it was part of whatever act he was putting on
to get my father to bring him here, if I thought it was anything else I�d
probably go insane.

When
I heard them at the door I went to greet them. I didn�t get there before my
father managed to open the door himself, but I was in time to help with their
baggage - mostly my father�s, it looked as if Bakura only had one small bag of
carry-on luggage, while my father had all his gear from the expedition, since
it had finished. And he had a new expedition to go on in just under a month, he�d
be leaving just after we started back at school.

�Hello
father. Is this...� I trailed off inquiringly.

�This
is Kurerunano Bakura, the companion I found for you.� He put a hand on Bakura�s
shoulder, while my yami seemed to study the floor at his feet, and something
about that looked odd, but I couldn�t pin it down exactly. �I was shocked at
how much he looks like you, but it helped me get him a legal identity, and
Japanese citizenship.� Bakura looked incredibly young and vulnerable, wearing
nothing but thin white linen trousers and a matching tunic with flat sandals.
It was probably part of the act that let him manipulate my father, but it was
convincing as hell.

�Hello
Kurerunano-kun. Don�t you have any more things than that?� I began helping my
father bring his things in as I spoke, even if he only let me carry the lightest
bags.

�Please
Ryou-dono, just call me Bakura. And no, I don�t, not worth bringing. Your
father has been generous, but he said we�d do better to buy new clothes for me
here in Japan.� I finally managed to
pin down what had been so different about my yami�s voice when he�d spoken to
me over the phone...it wasn�t as seductive or sensual as it normally was -
usually he sounded as if he was talking dirty even when the topic was totally
innocuous.

�You
can borrow some of my clothes until you get something new. And If I�m going to
call you Bakura then you can call me Ryou - no honorifics.�

�As
you wish.� He paused, before finally looking up from the floor and smiling at
me. �Ryou.� He glanced around the apartment, biting his lip uncertainly,
sending a current straight to my groin. �Where do you want me?� My father damn
near flinched at that...I didn�t want to know.

:You�re
overplaying this. Stop it.:

�Ryou,
we do have a spare room Bakura can sleep in don�t we?� My father�s question
came simultaneously with Yami�s mental response.

-I
can�t, not now. He�ll be suspicious if I suddenly change how I act. And your
father made it very clear that I had to be polite to you. I can get more
�relaxed� as you �get used to� me.-

�There�s
a room, but no spare beds.� I replied absently, frowning at Bakura. :Alright
then, but you better �relax� quickly.:

�I
don�t need a bed Ryou. I�ll be fine with just a pile of cushions and blankets.�
Was that what he�d been sleeping on before? I�d assumed he�d just taken my
father�s bed. -I�ll try Yadonushi-sama, but then you should seem to like me as
well.-

�No.�
Bakura�s reaction to the firm tone of my voice was weird too, he almost seemed
to be bracing himself for a second, but I had to be wrong. �Father, will we be
able to buy a bed for Bakura today?� I doubted it from how exhausted he looked,
and from how late in the afternoon it was. :Were you sleeping in father�s bed
before you left? And yes, I�ll make it clear that I like you.:

�No,
we can�t. Umm...� He looked around the room as if searching for inspiration. �My
bed�s big enough for two, you and Bakura could use it, and I�ll take your bed.�
There was something about the way Bakura had looked when my father mentioned
the size of his bed, but it disappeared again before I could figure out what it
was. �And we�ll go shopping to buy a bed, and everything else Bakura needs
tomorrow.�

-Yes,
I was sleeping in your father�s bed, even if it wasn�t entirely appropriate.-
Not appropriate? Why not? -You know, back in Egypt his offer to buy me a bed
would have been as good as proposing marriage to me.- I guessed that was
probably �why not� then. I could barely keep from laughing out loud at that,
and when my amusement flowed through our link Bakura seemed to relax in some
way, but I responded to my father as soon as I could control myself.

�All
right. We�ll pick out some clothes for you now Bakura.� I held out my hand to
him, and he took it, letting me lead him to my bedroom.

00()00

Ryou�d
already told his friends not to come and visit while his father was here - at
least not until I said they could. I was grateful he�d done it while I was
away, instead of before I left the way I wanted at first - until he�d said he�d
rather tell them without me present - considering the way they�d accused me of
trying to hurt him or something in the memory he�d let me see. So he�d promised
on my behalf that I�d drag him out of the house a lot, and bring him to see
them, to reassure them that I wasn�t abusing him.

That
hadn�t been an option while we were being dragged around the shops to buy new
clothes and other things for me, but I dragged him out the next day, under the
excuse of getting a tour of Domino City. His father hadn�t
protested too much once I promised to bring him back if he got tired.

�Where
are we really going?� He waited until we were well out of earshot to ask
that at least.

�To
find the Pharaoh. Our cover stories give us a reason to know each other, and
that lets him and the midget come visit. I can find him by the Pyramid if you�ll
give me the Millennium Ring.�

�Why
not let me do it? I know how to?� But he handed the Ring over to me anyway.

�Because
it takes some of your energy, not much, but I�d rather you didn�t spend your
energy on Shadow Magic, or anything but living.�

�Oh.�
The Ring directed us to the Game Shop, and we found Pharaoh no baka stacking
shelves while the midget manned the till.

�Coming
down in the world Pharaoh?� The way he jumped told me he hadn�t realised we
were there, even if I found it hard to believe that he was so oblivious.

�What
do you want Tomb Robber?� His hostile words sounded half defensive, so I
focused on what he�d asked, instead of his tone.

�To
brief you on the cover for you and Yugi to visit, among other things.� Ryou�d
drifted over to look at the rarer cards, after greeting the midget.

�Oh,
did you come here to arrange-�

�No.�
I cut him off. �According to the schedule the Priest gets me next. I�ll be ringing
around to set up appointments. No, I want my own duelling deck. I�ll write out
a list of cards, you work out what they�re likely to cost, and I�ll have one of
my accounts transfer that much, plus ten percent leeway, and another twenty
percent as commission for you to put it together for me.�

�Me
personally? I wouldn�t think you�d trust me that much.� It was nice to see him
so taken aback.

�Oh,
I fully intend to tell your...grandfather is it? Or did you decide to pass him
off as your father?� They hadn�t enlightened me or Ryou on which of the cover
stories I�d suggested they�d decided to use.

�Grandfather,
we found an expedition just before he got married, the other option would have
him breaking his vows.� He looked slightly embarrassed by the idea of calling
the old mortal his grandfather, quite a come down from being hailed as the son
of Ra I guessed.

�Well,
I�ll be telling him about it as well, I�ll be paying the money into an account
associated with the shop after all, so he�ll want to know.� At least I would assuming...�Yugi?�

�Yes
Bakura?�

�Do
you know the account number for the shop account? Or can you find it?�

�Um,
no, I�m afraid not.�

�Right,
then I�ll make the list up, and come when your grandfather�s here to sat up the
wire transfer. But in the meantime we need to plan out how we �know each other�
Atemu.� I moved over to the counter to have a solid surface for writing on. �Give
me a pen and some paper Yugi, and I can write out the list of cards I�m paying
you to get for me while we plan.�

�Obviously
we�re claiming to have been living in the same city.�

�Yes,
and since you were better off than most you had a chance to get into duelling.�
I frowned, thinking for a moment. �One of my clients taught me the basics, and
an occasional tourist would pay me with cards, but I usually sold them to pay
for my studies, internet access, that sort of thing.�

�But
you usually used those cards in duelling with me, using a deck mostly built out
of my collection with whatever other cards you�d been given before you sold
them.� He was frowning at the idea of my treating the cards so casually, even
if it was just a cover story. Still he was getting into the spirit of things.

�You
ran into us as Ryou was taking me exploring, and you�ll be coming with your
cousin to visit us, bringing me enough booster packs to give me a chance to
build a basic deck. Add it to what I owe you for these.� I handed the list over
to the Pharaoh when he�d finished stacking the shelves.

�No,
those cards will be gifts.� Atemu looked at Yugi in shock, and
even I was a bit surprised by the firmness in his voice. �You financed the
plane ticket to support our cover story, and getting Atemu a new wardrobe.�

�You
did earn it.� My protest was pretty much pro forma, I was already going to pay
them a lot of money.

�Was
Atemu doing anything you couldn�t have done?�

�Better.
Bakura could have done it far better. He never hurt Chihiro, and he did other
things for her as well.� Ryou interrupted then and made the Pharaoh blush
again.

�If
you�re willing to wait a couple of hours Jiichan will be taking over soon. You
can talk with him about the account details.�

�I
don�t need to know them, I just need him to tell them to the people at my bank.�
When Ryou told me that he wanted to stay through our link I continued. �But,
yeah, we can wait.�

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