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A Dark Chance.	By : LaniReaper Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2439 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pant, pant, pant� What the heck am I
doin��

Jounouchi was still
sprinting after the Egyptian girl. She was ridiculously fast and almost out of
sight, but he kept following. Glimpses of her � or he thought it was her � on
street corners and behind building kept him going. A cramp had already started
low in his abdomen, but he ignored it. Pushing himself on, he only vaguely
realised the sun was going down.

Yuugi� Yami� you guys owe me for
this...

It seemed
like he�d been chasing her for hours, when it was only, really, about half an
hour. They�d gone through the shopping district of Domino, and were in the
thick of the business district. Tall skyscrapers and company buildings
dominated the sides of the streets, and everything seemed to have a shiny, metallic
look to it. Following a shadow that disappeared into an alleyway, Jou put on an
extra burst of speed.

SMACK!

A dark-dressed
figure had stepped out of the nearest building at just the wrong time, and Jou
had collided headfirst with the man�s chest. Falling back, straight onto his
butt, he was dazed, and momentarily confused. Looking up at the obstacle, his
confusion immediately swapped to annoyance and a competitive burn in his aching
muscles.

�Moneybags! The hell are you doin�!? Get outta the way!�

Seto Kaiba was staring down at the blonde boy on the floor with a perfectly
blank face. He didn�t move, or offer to help him up; he just stared. Craning
his neck to the side, Jou looked around the CEO, and felt a jerk of dismay. The
girl was no-where to be seen. The dismay churned into anger in his stomach, and
he stood up in a rush.

�Now look what ya� did, she got away!�

�Who?�

�Nenet, the girl! The one that I was chasin�! Even you aren�t that blind,
Kaiba!�

Kaiba looked at him, appraisingly. Jou was appealingly sweaty, and panting from
all his running. Beyond that, the mutt looked incredibly angry. Kaiba made the
quiet decision that he was in the wrong, and jerked his head in the direction
of the car waiting for him.

�Get in, mutt. I�ll send KC helicopters looking for her, and you can tell me
what�s going on.�

For a moment, Jou considered disobeying, and continuing the chase on foot. But,
logic soon gave in. Kaiba had a lot more resources at his disposal, and letting
the CEO in on the story was no harm. If it would get his assistance, it was
well worth it. With a soft humph of
annoyance, Jou jerked the car door open, and slid inside.

Kaiba followed him, ridiculously calm, and gave an instruction to the driver to
turn left. A few taps on what seemed to be � to Jou�s amazement � a computer
set into the car door dispatched the Kaiba-Corp helicopters to search for a
girl. That done, as the car started to pull away, he turned to Jou.

�So tell me. What mess have Yuugi and the Pharaoh dragged you into now?�

---

�Yuugi��

�Mmphfh��

�You have to wake up now, little one��

�Go away; don�t want to� s�still dark��

Rolling over, Yuugi buried his face in the material under his head. It wasn�t
as soft as he remembered his pillow being, but it would do. Mentally, he sent a
thought to Atemu; something mumbled about it being too early for school.

Across the mind link, he heard Atemu chuckle darkly. Then, something caught his
attention. Someone was pushing the back of his shirt up, and he couldn�t feel
his school jacket. Baring most of his back, the stranger then began to tickle
their fingers over his spine. The touch was light and feathery, making Yuugi
squirm and arch his back. Opening his eyes, they were met by nothing but
darkness. Confused, he sat up a bit further, and up onto his knees.

The altar
room was pitch-black. Made sense; he hadn�t noticed any windows, and the sun
was surely down by now. Looking down, he felt around with one hand. He had been
lying on a mound of fabrics. He could feel the soft material of his school
jacket, and the slightly less soft material of Atemu�s mock-version. There was
another garment he couldn�t identify, but he ignored it.

�Yami?�

�I�m here.� The voice came from behind him. Turning, Yuugi still couldn�t see
anything. Groping around his neck, his fingers curled around the Puzzle.
Searching with his mind, instead of his eyes, he could feel Atemu sitting just
a few feet from him. The Pharaoh was sitting cross-legged, and he was smiling.

Moving
forward onto his hands and knees, Yuugi crawled towards his yami. Reaching up
when he thought he was close enough, his fingers brushed Atemu�s chest, and he
froze. The Pharaoh wasn�t wearing a shirt. Slowly, his fingers began stroking
over Atemu�s chest, distantly surprised at how muscled it felt. He�d never
noticed that Atemu was well-built, but it felt like it. Slowly, a voice entered
his mind, the tone thick with enjoying being touched;

�The two jackets alone did not make a
good enough bed, so I used my shirt. I did not think it would matter, in the
dark.� Pause. �Apparently, I was wrong.�

Yuugi withdrew his hand, and he could feel his cheeks burning. Bringing his
hands to his face, he was suddenly grateful that Atemu couldn�t see him. Either
unaware of his hikari�s embarrassment, or choosing not to comment on it,
Atemu�s mind came across the link once again.

�Keep quiet, little one. I woke you
because I can hear voices. I think Jounouchi has brought back some kind of way
to rescue us.�

Yuugi felt his heart skip. A few hours in this prison of a room had been
more than enough. As if on cue, his head turned towards a noise. Someone was
talking, outside of the room. He opened his mouth to call out, but Atemu�s mind
interrupted him.

�There is also, however, the possibility
that it is Nenet, or the Thief King. Do not open your mouth so easily, Aibou.�

Yuugi
flushed, yet again. He was right. He was always right.

Even if it is Bakura, I�d like an-�

BOOM.

Out of no-where, the entire room shook and quaked. Yuugi made a soft �eep�
noise, and scuffled back to his yami. The fact that the taller duellist was
bare-chested didn�t bother him in the slightest anymore. He pressed back into
Atemu�s arms, eagerly, looking around for the source of the noise, even though
he couldn�t see anything.

Oh god what was that. What was
that?!

�An earthquake, maybe. Relax, Aibou. We are in a large room, with no heavy
objects to fall on us. We are relatively safe.�

But what if the roof caves in. Oh god, what if we�re trapped for real. What
if-�

�Relax, Aibou. Just relax. Whatever happens, will happen. I will protect you.�

Atemu�s hand was
massaging large circles over his Aibou�s back. Yuugi had turned into him, and
the small boy�s face was hidden against his chest. He kept one arm around the
boy�s body, but the other rubbed his back, soothingly. After a moment, another
great quake shook the whole room, but Yuugi stayed buried against his chest.
Continuing the treatment, he got a twinge of satisfaction when he began to feel
Yuugi untense. Another quake made the boy bury against him again, but he
recovered fast.

The
�earthquakes� were coming in rapid succession now, and sounded like they were
getting closer. Finally, at the pinnacle of all the noise, a shaft of light
suddenly broke the blackness. Atemu looked right at it, but Yuugi was too busy
hiding his face. There was a big, thick crack in the side of the brick
inner-walls. As he watched, another great boom!
sounded and the crack got bigger. Bits of dust and rubble fell from the area
just around it, but not close enough to the pair to cause trouble. Another huge
rumble of noise and quaking, and parts of the wall actually fell away.
Squinting against the light, Atemu peered outside, and his heart leapt.

Parked outside the building, was what looked like a miniature, modern, cannon.
Even as he watched, uniformed men were re-arming it for another shot at
breaking down the wall. Squinting even harder, he scrutinised their uniforms,
trying to make out the logo on the chest.

KC. Kaiba-Corp. Atemu�s breath went out in a relieved sigh, and he gave Yuugi a
little squeeze.

�It�s Kaiba-Corp. They�re breaking a hole
in the wall.�

What?! Kaiba�?!

Yuugi
jerked his head up, turning to look at the wall. The group outside had big,
industrial lamps set up, and they were illuminating the room brilliantly. As
they watched, the cannon finished reloading, and fired again.

A great
chunk of the wall detached, falling forward. Atemu and Yuugi shifted back a
little, and it barely missed him. Deciding it was worth risking it now, Atemu
raised his voice.

�WE�RE HERE. STOP FIRING.�

Everything went quiet, but they didn�t reload the cannon. Standing up, Atemu
held Yuugi to him, taking a few cautious steps towards the hole.

Distantly, a familiar voice shouted to them; �Yami, is that you?!�

Atemu grinned. �Jounouchi! You took your sweet time getting us out of here!�

---

�Mmph��

Ryou opened
his eyes, slowly, but it was a mistake. With the light came a horrible nauseous
feeling, and the room began to swim. Hastily closing his eyes, the boy concentrated
on his breathing, and tried not to be sick. It wasn�t helped by the nasty,
mouldy smell coming from the couch he was laying on. For a moment, he fought
his stomach, then the nausea swept over him like a tide.

Jerking his
head to the side, he just got his mouth clear of the couch before throwing up.
The contents of Ryou�s stomach hit the floor with a wet splat that made him
feel even sicker. He heaved once, twice, then one final time, before falling
still. Staring at his own sick, he made sure to keep his mouth open. It would
taste disgusting when he finally shut it. From across the room, someone made a
soft grunt of annoyance.

Looking up,
he could see Bakura standing in the doorway, and Ryou�s heart dipped a little.

�A-ah��
Swallowing down the disgusting taste, his eyes went wide, �� I�m sorry! I just
woke up, and it all came up so fast, I couldn�t get to the bathroom. I�ll clean
it up, I�ll�� As Ryou moved his hands down to push himself up, he got an odd
surprise. One arm would push and hold fine, but his other arm was horribly limp
and useless. Trying to put weight on it made pain shoot up his forearm, and the
hikari winced. Pushing himself up to his knees with his remaining hand, he
pulled back his sleeve to examine the other.

Blood had
soaked through the remnants of Bakura�s tattered coat, but the wound didn�t
ache anymore. Probably an improvement.

From the
other side of the room, Bakura watched him with a half-glare. It might not have
been Ryou�s fault he was sick, but he was definitely cleaning it up. Moving
across the room, ignoring how he had to step in the mess to get to the chair,
he sat heavily in the armchair. Leaning back, he crossed his arms over his
chest.

�I went
back to that house, but it was a wreck. The altar room�s the worst, almost a
whole wall missing, and I couldn�t find the girl.� He shot an accusing glance
at his hikari. Ryou was sitting on the couch, with his legs pulled up and
tucked around him, listening obediently. Ryou always seemed to sit like that
when he thought no-one was watching. Did he think Bakura was nobody? The thief
felt a slight twinge of anger, but ignored it. �� You can clean that shit up.
I�m going to take a shower.�

Jerking out of the chair, Bakura shed his coat. Leaving it draped over the back
of the chair, he turned his back on Ryou, and left the room.

Left alone,
Ryou�s mind buzzed quietly. Who would want to destroy Nenet�s house? Were they
trying to kill her? The boy shuddered unpleasantly. There was something
horrible about her, in the way she smiled. Maybe Yuugi didn�t realise it, but
Ryou knew she was not to be trusted.

His
attention was caught by the sound of the shower turning on. Looking up, towards
the noise, his eyes went hazy.

She did bring �Kura
back, though. Although� she wanted him to be back in the Ring. Looking down, Ryou ran one finger
over the Ring, where it hung around his neck. I wonder why�

Stretching
his legs out, Ryou stood up, carefully. Stepping around the sick � he�d clean
it later � he began to examine the room he was in. The house was in decent
repair, but it had a feel about it like it hadn�t been used. An abandoned
house, maybe. But, if that was the case, surely the water and electricity
wouldn�t have still been connected? As he wandered around the room, Ryou let
himself mull over the idea. Curiously, he started to check rooms. The far door
opened to a small kitchen/diner, and the opposite one lead to a small hallway,
with stairs going up. The final door was the one Bakura had disappeared behind,
and supposedly led to a bathroom. Although, why someone would design a house
with a bathroom next to a living room, Ryou didn�t know.

Coming to
the last door, his hand rested on the doorknob, uncertain. Bakura was in there,
and probably in the shower by now. The hikari leant against the door, resting
the side of his head against it. Pressing his ear to it, he could hear the
water more clearly. And, unless his mind was tricking him, he thought he could
hear the sounds of Bakura moving around. As he puzzled over the noises, trying to
make sense of them, a strange thing happened.

An image
appeared at the side of his consciousness; like a vague thought. Turning
towards it, his mind received a short image. A man was standing in the shower,
in a bathroom. The long, white hair looked just like Ryou�s did, when it was
wet, but the tall, masculine body was nothing like Ryou�s. After just a few
seconds, he felt the body turn towards the door, and he could feel a sense of
suspicion.

Taking a
breath, Ryou pulled his mind back. His heart was pounding, ever so slightly.

That was� �Kura.
In the next room. But, why could I see that? Why could�

The thought
trailed off before he could finish it, as he realised exactly what he�d seen.
Bakura�s body had been dripping wet, and a beautiful thing to look at. Ryou
felt an all-too-familiar heat rise to his face as he blushed. Because, Ryou had
a secret.

In the
past, when Bakura had been stealing Ryou�s body whenever he wanted, the smaller
boy had convinced himself to hate the Thief King. But, as time went on, he was
allowed more and more glimpses into the other�s mind. He�d learned things, from
fragments of memories. He was sure Bakura wouldn�t want him to know, so he�d
never told him. Over time, he�d developed a vague tolerance, or respect. Over
even more time, as Bakura�s spirit, and his own, had learned to communicate,
the respect had turned to affection that he couldn�t explain. At first, he�d
dismissed it as himself being crazy. But, when his yami had been taken from
him, the sense of loss had been overwhelming. In his heart, he knew Bakura had
never needed him, beyond his body. It was doubtful he�d ever considered him, as
a soul. But when they were separated, Ryou had realised that, in a way, he
needed his yami.

Fumbling,
his hand reached for the doorknob again. Ryou hesitated, but only for a moment,
before pushing the door open.

The room
was full of a light steam that was coming from the shower. Apparently, Bakura
had the water turned up to hot. Over the sound of the water, the hikari
couldn�t hear his own footsteps; or the soft click as he shut the door.

The room
was a half-bathroom. There was no bathtub; just a shower, sink and toilet, all
crammed into this small space. Two or three steps took Ryou right up to the
shower cubicle, and he peered in.

Bakura was
turned away from him, and the Thief�s eyes were shut. He was just standing
there, letting the water run down his body, soothingly. There was a slab of
soap in a dish on the corner, but it hadn�t been touched yet. Bakura was just
enjoying the water.

Moving to
the side, Ryou stepped back, out of view. His heart was in his throat, but the
sight of Bakura nude had done wonders for his confidence, among other things.
For a moment, he just stood there, eyes shut. Then, reaching down, he began
unzipping his pants.

Bakura made
a soft, satisfied noise, as he let the water cascade onto him. It was a little
hotter than most people liked it, but he was used to it. Sighing, he brought
one hand up to rest against the wall, and opened his eyes. His mind was on
Ryou, whom he thought was in the other room. Probably cleaning up the mess.
Left alone, in the comfort of the hot shower, Bakura�s mind went over the
events of the past few days. His resurrection, and Ryou�s happiness about it.
The state of the house, when he�d returned. It was the first room, the
converted living room, which worried him the most. All of the Millennium Items
were drawn, or engraved into the walls, but all of the depictions had looked
old, except two. The Puzzle and Ring both looked newly done, and it confused
him. He�d have to ask Ryou more about it later.

However, he
was cut off from his thoughts, at the feel of cold air on the back of his legs.
Frowning, he halfway turned around, then went still.

Ryou was
standing just inside the shower. The boy�s body was already damp from the
steam, and he was very, very naked. As Bakura looked at him, the hikari blushed
a deep red. Turning his head to the side, Ryou took a step into the shower.

Bakura
didn�t back away. He fought the urge
to back away, and get a better look. The boy�s body was very slender, with a
waist that defied biology by being just a little too curvy, by boy standards.
The skin was pale, paler even than Bakura�s skin tone. And, as the yami looked
a bit more closely, he took satisfaction from noting that the boy was a little too slender, almost bony in places,
which lowered the attractiveness. A little, anyway. Realising he was gawking,
Bakura brought his eyes to Ryou�s face.

�What do
you want?�

Bakura�s voice was harsh, and Ryou winced. Looking past his yami to the wall,
he halfway panicked. What do I want? I
want� Looking up, his eyes did the fastest take up Bakura�s body, before
settling on his face, then immediately looking away. He opened his mouth to
speak, but the words stuck in his throat.

This was a stupid idea. What am I
doing. What do I do now. What�

�I was going to� I
wanted to�� Ryou was fidgeting with his hands, over his stomach. Slowly, all
the confidence he�d pulled from no-where, disappeared. Slumping a bit, he shook
his head.

�I-� I mean� sorry. I didn�t mean to bother y-��

As he talked, Ryou had turned towards the shower door, preparing to leave. But,
as he turned, he didn�t notice the wicked smirk light up Bakura�s face.

Bakura had
finally figured out what it was Ryou came here to do. Or, he thought he had. As
Ryou turned to leave, the yami leaned forward, and curled both of his strong
arms around Ryou�s chest and stomach. Pulling the hikari back, under the spray
from the shower, one of his hands began to run down the boy�s chest. When he
spoke, his voice was silky smooth;

�Is this
what you came here for, little Ryou?�

One of Bakura�s hands moved to the side, stroking over the boy�s chest. When
they came to a nipple, his fingers parted, and he pinched it, gently. Under
him, Ryou gave a little jerk, and bit his lip. The boy�s body was shaking, but
only partially from nerves.

�Was it�?�

Bringing them even closer, he felt Ryou go still as his butt was brought to
rest, gently, against Bakura�s groin. The yami�s hands were running over his
body, still; massaging his chest, and occasionally thumbing, toying with his
nipples. The treatment was leaving Ryou�s skin tingling pleasantly. Behind him,
Bakura tilted his head forward. Nudging Ryou�s hair aside, the Thief�s lips
brushed against Ryou�s neck, then his ear. Keeping his lips against the boy�s
ear, Bakura�s voice came out in a whisper that sent shivers down his hikari�s
spine;

�Will you scream for me?�

Without hesitation, the thief�s hand dropped. Smoothing over Ryou�s thigh, his
fingertips stroked the inside of the boy�s thighs; up and down, for a moment.
Then, he drew his hand back, and raised it. Not pausing, the yami�s hand curled
around his hikari�s half-erect cock. The reaction was immediate, as Ryou let out
a small, muffled cry. Arching into his yami�s touch, Ryou�s eyes slid shut, and
his voice came out in a whisper

�� Kura�!�

Bakura smirked. The reaction was what he wanted. Tightening his grip, his
fingers ran up and down the boy�s member, getting faster as the boy went harder
in his hand. By the time Ryou was entirely hard, the boy was making little
pleasure noises, and trying to thrust into his yami�s hand. The two of them
barely noticed the water from the shower still on.

Leaning a
bit closer, Bakura�s lips brushed against his hikari�s neck. His hand
tightened, squeezing him, and Ryou let out a moan. Taking up the game, Bakura
began to stroke a bit harder, faster; pausing to squeeze him now and then,
enjoying the reaction he got. Ryou wanted more, however.

��Kura� please�� Ryou�s voice came out
breathless.

�Please what?�

�I want� it�s�� Ryou blushed, opening his eyes halfway, �� Faster.�

Bakura�s smirk returned, his eyes gleaming as he licked a line over Ryou�s
neck, his hand still pumping his erection, firmly. Listening to his hikari�s
words, the thief�s smirk changed. Opening his mouth, he let his teeth grate
against Ryou�s neck. There was a pause, then he bit down, hard. Ryou�s breath
came out in a gasp, and he began to pull away, until Bakura�s hand tightened.

Suddenly,
his yami was pumping him harder, and faster, than ever, and Ryou�s breath came
out in a long moan. His eyes slammed shut, and he didn�t even care about the
teeth in his neck as he started to shove into the other�s hand.

�A-ah! �Kura! �Kura!!�

Ryou�s body
was shuddering, as he shoved into the other�s hand, building up a rhythm. The
arm around his chest tightened, pinning him back against Bakura�s body, and
that made his heart race faster. Finally, he held his breath, then his voice
came out in what was almost a scream as he came.

�BAKURA-�!�

The boy�s
seed was lost in the water from the shower, and as he finished, he sagged in
Bakura�s arms. His eyes were still shut, and he leant back into his yami�s
body, panting. Distantly, he felt Bakura�s mouth pull away from his neck, and
felt a dull ache where it had been, but none of it mattered. Behind him, he
felt Bakura chuckle, darkly. The hand that had been working him drew away, and
the arm around his chest went loose. To his mild horror, Bakura drew away,
leaving him standing on his own.

Without a
word, the yami pushed past him, and stepped out of the shower. As the door slid
shut behind him, Ryou could hardly breathe. Standing alone in the shower, with
the hot water gradually getting colder, Ryou�s body started to shake. Slowly,
he lowered himself to his knees, then back, onto his butt. Shuffling back, he
pressed his back against the wall of the shower, and lifted his knees up. His
voice came out in a soft whisper;

�� Love
you, �Kura.�

(Author�s Notes: Lemon! Well, not
really. More like lemon juice, but still. I hadn�t intended for anyone to get
this close �quite- so soon, but with how Bakura and Ryou are doing, it seemed
more appropriate. Poor Ryou, though. Focusing away from Bakura and Ryou next
chapter. Thanks for all the reviews, keep �em coming.)
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