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Millennium Vessels by Dragonwrangler

Warnings for story: WIP, M/M, Yaoi, Shonen ai, Anal, Oral, *Rape in a later chapter*

Warnings this chapter- Lemon scene Bakura/ Yugi, Anal

Chapter Three: Crossed Signals

Solomon Motou turned from his contemplation of the contents of the refrigerator at the sound of his grandson�s book bag hitting the floor. Leaning out of the kitchen to glance toward the entranceway, he could see Yugi had a bad day even without hearing the barely muffled sigh.

The boy�s shoulders were slumped, his movements careful and deliberate, and he looked wearier than Solomon could ever remember seeing him. As Yugi began to turn, Solomon quickly ducked back into the kitchen and waited for his grandson to appear.

Smiling to cover his concern as he washed off the head of lettuce he had pulled from the fridge, Solomon gave Yugi a sympathetic glance as the boy dropped into a chair at the kitchen table.

�Would I be correct in assuming from that look I�ll need to put your dinner in the fridge again?� Solomon asked.

Leaning onto the table, Yugi answered, �If you don�t mind.� Rubbing his forehead, Yugi said, �I�m not sure when I�ll be in the mood to eat right now.�

�Oh?� Solomon raised an eyebrow. �What happened?�, he asked casually, not wanting to draw the Spirit of the Ring�s attention. He had noticed Yugi had a look of confusion and hurt on his face as he sat down and was sure the Spirit was the cause of that.

�I thought the school would have called you about it. According to the principal, Bakura tried to start a fight but Kaiba broke it up before anything really happened.� Resting his head against his hand, Yugi muttered under his breath, �I don�t know why he did that.�

Turning away before Yugi could catch sight of the anger he felt sweep through him, Solomon knew he had failed when he hear the chair moving back and felt a hand come to rest on his shoulder, gently turning him around.

Surprising Solomon with an understanding look, Yugi said softly, �This isn�t your fault, Jii-chan. I was the one who went looking through your box of mementoes, and I was the one who put it on.�

Solomon frowned as he said venomously, glancing at the Ring, �I should have gotten rid of that when I had the chance.� Solomon immediately regretted his outburst. He had no doubt the ultimatum the Spirit of the Ring had issued when Solomon first realized what his grandson had done would be quickly implemented if the Spirit ever felt threatened again.

The memory of Yugi lying in a hospital bed in a coma after the boy had kept the thief from stealing the Eye was enough incentive to keep Solomon from purposely arousing the thief�s ire.

Yugi shook his head and said reasonably, �It�s not that bad. I can handle it, Jii-chan.�

Giving Yugi a critical look- watching the boy take an unconsciously defensive stance as he made his statement- Solomon sighed mentally before turning back to the sink to finish rinsing off the lettuce. Glancing over his shoulder as he set the lettuce aside he asked softly, �And if it was bad would you tell me, Yugi?�

Yugi smiled, his body language relaxing. �Of course I would.� As he turned to leave he added in a stronger voice, �After I�m done talking to Bakura I promise to grab something to eat. Good night, Jii-chan.�

�Just make sure that you do, Yugi.�

�Yes, Jii-chan.�

It wasn�t until he heard Yugi go up the stairs that Solomon let the guilt he kept buried in Yugi�s presence fill him.

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After grabbing a towel from the bathroom, Yugi stepped into his room, shut the door, and dropped into the chair at his desk. He could not understand why Jii-chan was so upset that he had found the Ring.

Deciding he wasn�t ready to face the Spirit just yet, still feeling a little bad for thinking earlier that Bakura might actually hurt the kid in class who looked like him, Yugi pulled out his deck and shuffled the cards. Trying to rein in his emotions with the simple action- hoping to stay in control of them long enough to ask Bakura why he had reacted so angrily- he leaned back in the chair and set the deck on the desk.

Resting his hand on the top card, he took a deep breath and drew a hand, five cards with a sixth card set face down next to the deck. Scanning the cards he felt anticipation rush through him as he wondered how much Bakura had just affected the draw.

His hand consisted of some of the most powerful cards in the deck- Dark Necrofear, Doppelganger Diabound, the Duke of Demise, Dark Sanctuary and Dark Spirit of the Silent. It had taken Yugi a few months to get used to the cards that Bakura favored but now it was second nature to wield his nightmarish deck.

Picking up the sixth card, a shudder ran through him as the familiar countenance of the Dark Magician was added to his hand. Technically a �dark� card, the Magician always seemed an odd spark of light in Bakura�s weird deck. The card always came to his hand when he needed it, protecting him from harm during a duel. Even in a deck that did not support the card as well as it could.

A little voice in the back of his mind wondered why it had come to his hand now.

Deciding it was simply a sign, Yugi placed the deck back into its holder and pushed away from the desk to get ready.

Stripping off his school uniform, tossing it into a pile in the corner, he then stripped off his underwear, spread the towel across his bed and fell onto his back on top of the towel, the Ring a cold weight on his chest. He had learned the hard way that it was easier to freeze a little than it was to clean up his blankets and pajamas after Bakura had his fun.

Taking a deep breath, Yugi closed his eyes and dropped his soul into the hallway that separated his soul room from Bakura�s. He wasn�t surprised to find himself dressed in the tight black leather pants and t-shirt Bakura preferred him in, which gave Yugi some idea of how the evening was going to go. Looking up, a shiver of heat slid through Yugi�s body as he took in the sight of the Spirit before him.

Bakura was leaning against the doorframe that led into Yugi�s soul room, arms crossed and eyes narrowed as he watched Yugi approach. He was dressed in the loose fitting robes he seemed to prefer when he was in the mood to play, the flowing fabric only accenting the trim form beneath them; but his eyes seemed slightly distant as if watching something else. Yugi felt an odd sense of excitement- he was unable to gage what Bakura was going to do from that look as he dropped his own gaze to step up to the door of his soul to open it for Bakura.

Before Yugi stepped over the threshold, Bakura reached out and gently caressed his cheek, running the hand up into Yugi�s hair to smoothly tilt his head back, brushing his lips lightly over Yugi�s. The kiss was sensual and teasing, stealing Yugi�s breath away even as he felt Bakura move behind him, the Spirit�s other hand slip across the tight t-shirt and down to his waist. The heat began to spread through Yugi�s body, tendrils following the fingers and coiling around his groin, making him groan into the kiss as Bakura�s touch made him want more.

Bakura broke the kiss, moving his head to nuzzle Yugi�s ear. Yugi arched into Bakura, trembling as Bakura began unbuckling the belt before slipping one hand down to wrap around Yugi�s erection and using the other to push the pants down.

After kicking the pants away, Yugi was guided over to the low bed. He felt Bakura shift slightly then sit, forcing his knees between Yugi�s legs without once stopping his slow pumping of Yugi�s cock. Pulling Yugi back, his free hand reached up under Yugi�s shirt to brush across sensitive skin and nipples that quickly rose under the familiar touch.

Yugi�s hands caught Bakura�s wrists as he began to shudder, his body rising in response to Bakura, ignoring the little voice that cried out to him to pull the hands away. Yugi only listened to the stronger voice that drowned out the first, a voice that craved to be taken by the Spirit. Yugi knew Bakura needed this, that he needed the touch of another to survive, to keep the darkness that surrounded him at bay, that he need Yugi to keep from losing his mind.

Yugi continued to ignore the little voice in the back of his mind that demanded- but what about today? And why are you so sore in the morning when the thief gives back control once we get to school? What exactly is it he is doing with your body? Why are you afraid to ask? Why don�t you want to know? But when he felt what his body interpreted as Bakura�s arousal pressing against his opening demanding entrance, even as the hand on his cock began to bring him to the edge of his endurance, a cry burst out of Yugi, effectively silencing all the questions that whispered from the depths of his mind. Yugi pressed down, leaning forward slightly to brace himself against Bakura�s legs, tears filling his eyes as he let Bakura fill him.

Bakura removed his hand from Yugi�s cock, prompting a whimper to slip out of Yugi, and grabbed Yugi�s waist to guide him as he moved.

The sensation of Bakura sliding in and out, the mind numbing pleasure when Yugi moved just right, felt more real than anything else in Yugi�s world. He knew this all happened within his mind, that the Spirit used Shadow magic to make it even more intense, but it made the rest of his life feel as if he walked through a mist.

He had always been invisible, no one paying him any attention unless it was to harass him because he was seen as an easy target.

But not anymore. No one touched him now that Bakura was with him. He was protected by someone who could not be intimidated by anyone. Even the powerful Seto Kaiba, who kept insisting Bakura had almost killed the head of Industrial Illusions to steal some item the man had. The same man that Bakura said had threatened Yugi to get the Ring.

He could forgive Bakura for that since the Spirit had only done that to protect him. Pegasus had not been seriously hurt and had already returned to America by the time Yugi had come to in the hospital. He could forgive his protector�s lapses in judgment when he took something that did not belong to him. It wasn�t as if that hurt anyone.

And God, this felt so good.

It was not long before Yugi felt Bakura�s body shake, felt the cock buried within him jerking with the orgasm running through him, and arched back into Bakura when he felt the Spirit come. Shaking himself when Bakura�s hand brushed once again across his stiff cock, Yugi moaned and tried to move into the hand- but unable to while still held in place by the Spirit.

A warm ragged breath washed over his ear, the free hand pulling the t-shirt up under Yugi�s armpits before moving the hand back over Yugi�s exposed and sweat soaked skin, causing Yugi to press back harder into the thief as he moaned with desire.

Bakura leaned in closer and chuckled low in his throat.

�What would everyone think if they could see you right now, my well trained little whore.� he breathed into Yugi�s ear, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction, just as he pushed Yugi over the edge.

Yugi answered with a passionate scream.

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Ryou munched on his salad as he listened to click of the international line and the ringing of a phone half a world away. He wasn�t sure if there would be someone there to answer, since Malik should technically be in school right now, but the Tomb Keeper�s education was hardly what could be referred to as normal.

After the third ring, the phone was picked up and a familiar voice said, �Bonjour, je peux vous aider?�

Startled, Ryou asked in English, �Why are you speaking French, Malik?�

�Huh?� was Malik�s intelligent answer.

�Why are you speaking French, Malik?� Ryou repeated, easily imagining the confused look that was probably crossing the Tomb Keeper�s face right now.

�Ryou!� Malik suddenly shouted in delight before switching over to English. �How are you! Sorry bout the French, Ishizu�s setting up an exhibit in France. Wait a minute, aren�t you in Japan now? You�re uncle�s gonna be pissed you�re calling me! I can�t��

�Malik!� Ryou managed to cut the excited Egyptian off, laughing as he did. �My uncle said it would be all right to call once a week though I was wondering if your sister might let you borrow her computer so we could talk more often.�

�Yeah, I don�t think she�ll mind.� Malik answered. Ryou heard a dull thunk through the line- most likely the Egyptian flopping into a chair- before Malik said, �So how�s Japan?�

Ryou sighed. �Not much different than anywhere else so far.�

A laugh echoed from the phone. �What, someone�s already tried to steal the Puzzle?�

�Um, sort of.�

�Sort of? I don�t think you can sort of try to steal the Puzzle, Ryou.� Malik said, concerned. �What happened?�

Taking a deep breath, Ryou answered, �I met someone who I think was wearing the Ring and who looked a lot like Atemu. I�m not sure if he was after the Puzzle or not.�

�Shit, Ryou. If he�s got the Ring you can bet he will be soon.� Ryou was surprised at the serious tone Malik suddenly had. �The Spirit of the Millennium Ring will stop at nothing to gain all the Items. The guy�s a psychopath.�

�You sound like you�ve met him.�

�No I haven�t. But he is mentioned quite a bit in the ancient texts. They say he was sealed in the Ring by one of Atemu�s Priests when he tried to destroy the Kingdom. He was the one who cause the Dark God to awake.�

Slumping back into his chair, Ryou rubbed his forehead and thought about Atemu�s reaction during the little altercation in homeroom. �Do the names Motou and Kaiba mean anything to you, Malik?�

�Wait a minute.� The speaker on Malik�s end was suddenly covered but Ryou could still hear the Tomb Keeper shout, �Sister! Do you know anyone connected to the Items that go by the name Motou?�

The answer was garbled and Malik�s voice was slightly muffled as he said, �Yes, that�s right!� Uncovering the speaker, Malik said in a surprisingly mature voice, �Motou was the name of the man who took the Puzzle from Atemu�s tomb forty years ago. Kaiba is the name of the company that just put out those new Duel Disks that make the monster three dimensional. The CEO of the company is named Seto Kiaba.�

�I believe the Millennium Rod is in his keeping but I have nothing to back that up.�

A sigh slipped out of Ryou. �Atemu apparently recognized him.�

The Tomb Keeper was silent a moment. �Did Atemu say anything specific about him?�

�No, he doesn�t want to talk right now. I think he�s trying to keep me from worrying about him.� Ryou shook his head. �It�s not working though.�

�Hmm.� There was a pause then Malik said, �Look, I�m going to send you an e-mail with what the Tomb Keeper�s have on the Spirit of the Ring and a picture of the memorial tablet that has an image of Atemu�s High Priest. I think that may be what has Atemu upset.�

�An image of his High Priest? Why?� Ryou asked, confused.

�Seto Kaiba looks a lot like Seth, Atemu�s High Priest, who was also the holder of the Millennium Rod.�

There was another pause before Malik added gently, �Seth may have be Atemu�s lover, Ryou.�

�Oh.� was all Ryou could say to that.
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