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It Comes Around	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4646 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Okay, everything concerning the plot of
this story, I made up. Seth was not a foreigner, he was Atem's cousin. I have
no flipping idea how they all died, but this wasn't it. I don't even know that
Marik, Tristan, Duke, or Joey had past lives in Ancient Egypt (though I
think it probable that at least Joey did). I know that Yugi and Ryou
didn't have separate bodies as I say they did. Don't use this as a source for
any kind of information whatsoever. I barely know anything about Egypt, so don't
even take me at my word on any of the incidental info. Basically, I just took
Kazuki Takahashi's characters and screwed them up and over royally.

All future pairings: Joey/Duke, Joey/Seto, Joey/Tristan, Joey/Tristan/Duke,
Joey/Tristan/Duke/Seto, Marik/Ryou, Tristan/Duke, Bakura/Ryou, Bakura/Marik,
Bakura/Marik/Ryou, Malik/Bakura, Malik/Marik, Malik/Marik/Ryou,
Malik/Bakura/Marik, Malik/Bakura/Marik/Ryou, Malik/Marik/Seto,
Malik/Bakura/Marik/Ryou/Seto, Yami/Seto, Yami/Yugi, Ryou/ Seto, and maybe more,
like Tristan/Seto or Duke/Seto. That's currently undecided.

It Comes Around

CHAPTER SEVEN

Warnings: Lemon, Voyeurism

Pairings: Malik/Bakura

~*~

“Devin?”

“Hm?” He looked back to see the captain of the
guards and flashed a quick smile. Hon-da returned it, but he seemed a little
distracted.

“You don’t belong to anyone, do you?”
the brunet asked. “Nothing more than casual?”

The sorcerer smiled to himself, liking where this was
going. “No.”

“Well, then…” Hon-da said, “I was
wondering if you’d care to go with me and Jou…” The guard
was being careful to be casual and not seem desperate, but Devin could see
that he really wanted it, more than he let on. Of course, he’d known
that Hon-da had wanted him for some time, but he wanted more than causal sex
with the guard. He wanted him.

He purposefully avoided the
question. “Jou? He’s decided to quit his wandering ways and find
a guy he likes to settle down with a little?”

Hon-da smiled slightly. “Hardly.
Jou, settle down and leave Seth unconquered? You must be joking.”

Devin gave him a matching
smile. “How stupid of me.” He leaned causally back against the
wall and looked at him blandly.

Hon-da groaned, realizing what
he was doing. “You’re killing me, beautiful. Would you answer the
question already?”

Devin broke into a grin.
“You already know your answer, Hon-da.”

The guard grinned himself and
wrapped his arm around Devin, pulling him into a deep kiss.

~*~

Duke murmured something and
tightened his arm around Joey. The sleeping blond replied in kind, pulling
him closer and wrapping both arms around him, holding him tightly. They slept
that way until morning.

~*~

“So’d you tell your
parents?” Joey asked as he and Duke met up with Tristan on the way to
school. Duke kissed him before he could answer, then set him free and walked
between them, one arm around each of them.

“Yeah…”
Tristan said, putting the arm that wasn’t encircling Duke up to scratch
at the back of his head. “They didn’t take it so well… I
think my mom’ll speak to me again in a few days…”

Duke leaned up to kiss him.
“Sorry, Hon-da… Do you think it would help if Jou and I talked to
them?”

“No.” The answer
was immediate, and followed by a little laugh. “No, that would
definitely not help. But they’ll get over it. And now I have you two…”
He grinned, and leaned in front of Duke to kiss Joey. “Actually,”
he continued, “my life’s pretty good right now…” He
smiled.

Yugi grinned as well when he
saw the three of them walk in together, though it looked as though they had
decided to keep it quiet, at least at school, and weren’t holding hands
or kissing or anything. Then he saw Seto Kaiba glaring at them and remembered
his plan. He had to tell Joey…

He also saw Ryou and Marik
speaking quietly together. Scheming, he had no doubt. He had no idea what
they were trying to plan, but Ryou was looking much better than he had been,
so he decided to leave them alone. Plus, lately, he had become a great fan of
scheming. He’d come to find that it was fun to pull the wool over
people’s eyes, at least when it was in a good cause. He’d never
do it maliciously, after all, and he was sure that they wouldn’t
either. It was probably just something fun and harmless.

Then the bell rang, and Yugi's
people-watching activities were quickly halted as he ran for class with his
friends.

~*~

“Will it work?”
Ryou asked nervously.

Marik smiled reassuringly.
“Sure it will. Of course it will.”

“You don’t sound
very sure of yourself…”

He shrugged. “It might
not work, but I’m hoping it will. Okay?” Ryou nodded, forced to
be satisfied with that. They were hoping
it would work, they were praying it
would work, but that had absolutely no guarantees.

“I’d better go
then…” he said, looking down the street. “He gets
suspicious if I’m late coming home from school…”

“All right,” Marik
said, and kissed him. “If all goes as planned, I’ll see you in
about an hour.”

“All right.” Ryou quickly
ran off down the street, hoping his yami wouldn’t be angry with
him…

Bakura was waiting for him as
he got home, glaring at the door from his position sprawled on the couch with
his arms crossed. Ryou didn’t quite meet his gaze, still afraid of him.

“You’re
late,” was all Bakura said.

“I’m sorry,”
Ryou told him quietly. “I was talking to my friends.”

Bakura said nothing, just
glared at him unblinkingly as he hurriedly took his school bag to his room.
Ryou could feel his eyes boring into his back as he climbed the stairs and
fought the urge to flinch guiltily.

He returned to find Bakura
still staring angrily at him. He took a deep breath and tried to put their
plan into action, though he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that
told him that it wasn’t going to happen.

“Marik and I got paired
together for a project in school…” he began. His yami’s
eyes narrowed, and he hurried on. “I have to go to his house to work on
it with him…”

“No.”
Bakura’s voice was cold and hard, brooking no argument.

“His yami will be
there…” he pleaded. “We won’t be alone…”

“No.”

“Please, my grade depends
on it! You can come to and keep an eye on us –”

Bakura stood up and hit him, knocking
him to the floor, his hair falling over his face. “Do I look like I
care about your pathetic grade, baka? I said ‘no’ – what
part of that do you not understand?” His eyes were angry, cold, far
away where Ryou felt that he wouldn’t be able to reach him…

His hikari just looked up at
him. “Please… I won’t even leave your sight…”
Bakura just glared at him, and Ryou panicked; it wasn’t going to work.
All of their planning and work would be for nothing… “Please…”

“Until you can prove your
loyalty to me, you won’t see him.” He stepped around his hikari
and walked away.

Ryou turned to follow him,
still on his knees. “How am I supposed to prove my loyalty to you if
I’m not allowed to leave?”

Bakura looked down at him over
his shoulder. “That’s your problem.”

The pale hikari suddenly stood
up and showed an uncustomary amount of initiative by kissing his yami
passionately, holding onto him almost desperately and pressing his body to
his.

“I am loyal to you,
Bakura,” he said earnestly, looking up at him, still holding onto him.

Bakura looked down into his
wide, honest eyes, not entirely certain when his arms got wrapped around him
but content to let them remain that way. He saw no lie in those eyes and
slowly let him go, considering.

“You’re not leaving
my sight,” he said dismissively. Ryou smiled shyly at him in gratitude.

“Thank you, yami.”
Bakura waved him off, and they soon left, Ryou walking nervously beside his
yami.

Marik answered the door and let
them in without a word. He looked warily at Bakura and barely looked at Ryou
at all. He was just as nervous as Ryou; if they messed this up, they probably
wouldn’t be spared this time.

Marik wordlessly handed Bakura
a soda and his yami a fresh one, a well-trained little hikari, and sat with
Ryou on the couch to pretend to work.

Malik was about to take his
first drink from his fresh bottle, but stopped and sniffed inconspicuously at
it. He detected a very faint odor that he recognized immediately; he had told
Yugi that the aphrodisiac was nearly undetectable unless one was intimately
familiar with it – but he was
intimately familiar with it.

::Foolish hikaris:: he sent to Marik. ::What made you think I wouldn’t know?::

Marik turned paler than Ryou
under his tanned skin. He looked at the other hikari and mouthed ‘He knows…’ Ryou flinched,
his eyes darting toward the yamis.

Malik started to warn Bakura,
so that they could punish their Lights together. “Don’t
–” he started, but Bakura was already drinking. Malik paused, then smirked slightly, a smile that would have frightened
most who saw it.

Bakura removed the bottle from
his mouth. “Don’t what?” he asked somewhat combatively.

Malik smiled slightly.
“Never mind.” Bakura looked at him warily and took another drink,
looking back at the hikaris on the couch, glaring slightly at them.

They continued pretending to
work, though they couldn’t concentrate. Ryou kept looking up at Bakura
through his hair. “I don’t think it’s working,” he
whispered. Marik just shook his head; he was wondering why Malik wasn’t
killing him right now.

Bakura took another drink and
looked at Malik. The Egyptian yami grinned a little evilly at him. Bakura
lunged forward and tried to kiss him as the aphrodisiac suddenly kicked in,
but Malik pushed him away. Bakura growled dangerously low in his throat and
tried to grab him again. Malik grabbed his wrist in one hand and buried the
other in Bakura’s hair, pulling his head back and biting at his throat.
He growled again.

“But Malik didn’t
drink any…” Ryou said quietly as he watched him force his yami
into submission, bending him backward over the table and still biting at his
neck.

::Don’t worry,:: the yami said in Marik’s mind. ::You will be punished, little hikaris…
after this…::

“He said we’ll be
punished…” Marik said quietly.

“…I
know…” Ryou told him. “I heard him…” Marik
looked at his pale companion, startled, but Ryou’s eyes were glued to
the scene in front of them, half in fear, half in… fascination?

Bakura growled again and tried
to shove Malik over so that he could be dominant, but Malik, his mind unclouded
by the potion, managed to keep him down, and kissed him roughly, forcing him
to submit to him. Bakura gave in, the aphrodisiac in his blood forcing his
body to seek out sexual pleasure any way he could get it, though he would
despise both himself and Malik later for putting him in this position.

Malik invaded his mouth,
holding his wrists down with his hands pressed against the table and holding
his body immobile with his own, making sure that Bakura couldn’t fight
him. Bakura wanted to; he didn’t
want to give in to the bigger, stronger yami on top of him, but his body had
its own ideas, as it arched against Malik's, pressing their erections
erotically together. The bigger yami growled quietly, dangerously, and ripped
his shirt off. Bakura pulled his hands free of Malik’s and pulled the
other yami’s shirt off as well, but before he could do more Malik
trapped both of his hands again, pressing him into the table beneath them. He
bit at the junction of Bakura’s neck and shoulder, drawing blood that
he licked away slowly. Bakura growled and struggled against him, but Malik
just bit him again to silence him.

He moved to his neck, biting
and sucking to leave a dark mark on his paler skin. Bakura tilted his head back
again his will, giving Malik access. He took it, biting at the pulse point,
making Bakura growl again. His goal was to make Bakura make a less aggressive
noise, but he doubted Bakura would moan for him, even under the influence of
his powerful aphrodisiac. He had always wanted Bakura, since Egypt, wanted
to take that arrogant, unyielding little prick and make him submit to him; he
was pleased, secretly, that his hikari had taken it upon himself to be so
devious. However, there would still be punishment to be dealt later for
trying to manipulate him, simply on principle, even if he was satisfied with
the results.

Bakura growled and pulled
against him, trying to pull his hands free. Malik growled at him
threateningly, drawing blood as he bit his collarbone. Bakura unwillingly
arched against him again, making Malik smile, not kindly at all. He pulled
Bakura's arms over his head to hold both wrists with one hand. Bakura pulled
against him, but Malik bit him again to still him. His other hand fell down to
open Bakura’s pants. Bakura moved against him, not really trying to
pull away from him right at that moment. Malik pushed his pants and underwear
down to his knees, and they slid to the floor. Bakura suddenly pulled against
him, trying to pull out of his grip again. He did not want to be submissive
to Malik – he would rather forego the sex altogether than be submissive
to Malik.

The other yami wouldn’t
let him go, however, though he pulled with al of his not-in formidable
strength against him. He glared and snarled at Malik and pushed against him
with his Shadow Magic, but Malik stifled his magic as well. Then it hit
Bakura: Malik was not playing. He was going to o this whether he wanted it or
not, and there was nothing he could do to stop him.
Malik could just overpower him, and if he tried to fight him, he would just
force him.

He had never hated anyone more
in his life.

Malik kissed him again, and
Bakura saw very clearly with a sudden flash of insight that he had a choice;
he could either fight and have Malik rape him
against his will, or he could go with it and be Malik’s willing partner
in this.

His body, the utter lust
clouding his mind, chose for him, as Malik rubbed against his body. His growl
of lust was almost a moan, and he arched against him with no conscious
thought. Even if he’d decided to fight, he couldn’t have. The
feel of Malik’s bare chest against his sent fiery shivers racing
through his body. The dull pain and the smell of blood from the bites Malik
had given him sent his arousal up another notch. Even Malik’s kiss
– he very rarely allowed anyone access to his mouth, but now he had no
choice, and his body refused to hate it.

Ryou could vaguely feel all of this
going through Bakura’s mind, and he felt the absurd urge to try to
protect him. Marik put a hand on his, though, and he stayed put, his eyes glued
to the scene after a quick glance at Marik.

The yamis were completely
unaware of their hikaris in a position to watch them, and they wouldn’t
have cared if they had. Malik opened his pants, biting at Bakura’s
chest, and pulled out his rock-hard erection. Bakura fought back again as he
felt it touch him, snarling, and pushed up against him. He would not allow Malik to be inside of
him – he had never been entered by anyone, and he intended it to stay
that way. He would never allow that
indignity.

Malik growled and bit him,
hard, drawing more blood and causing a sharp spike of pain to shoot through
him. It was at that moment when he was briefly immobilized that Malik entered
him, forcing his way inside him. Bakura silently threw his head back, teeth
clenched tightly together in pain. Malik didn’t give him time to
adjust, immediately thrusting in and burying himself within him. The pain was
unbearable for Bakura, and the humiliation, but he gritted his teeth and
tried to convince himself that this way by his choice.

Malik bit at him again and
repeated his thrust. Soon the pain faded and Bakura found that the sensation
was actually pleasurable. He thrust down against Malik, forcing him to go
deeper. It hurt, but it also felt good. He silently thrust down against him,
matching his quick rhythm as best he could. He needed more…

He moaned quietly as it became
too much and he came. Malik bit into his neck as he released into him, a
couple thrusts later. He still didn’t let him go, even after they were
finished.

:: What do the Lights have to do with this? :: Bakura asked Malik,
looking up into his face, not even entirely realizing that he was speaking
telepathically. :: Why do they deserve
punishment? ::

:: They planned for this to happen, ::
he told him. :: They engineered it, by putting
an aphrodisiac in the sodas. ::

Bakura’s eyes narrowed. :: You didn’t drink any. ::

Malik smirked a little evilly. “That
is neither here nor there.”

Bakura angrily shoved him away.
“Get off of me.” He winced slightly as Malik pulled his slack
member out of him, then reached for his clothes.

Ryou looked away, blushing
furiously. “That was hot…” he admitted in a hoarse whisper
to Marik. The Egyptian was a little surprised to hear that from Ryou, of all
people, but he couldn’t help but agree that it had been, indeed, hot,
and kept both his surprise and his opinion to himself.

Bakura touched the last deep
bite on his neck and licked the blood away from his fingers as he buttoned
his shirt halfway up, then turned angrily to Malik. “That will never
happen again,” he said harshly.

Malik smiled slightly, sitting
in his chair again. “Of course not.” He seemed disconcertingly as
though he knew something Bakura didn’t, which irritated the paler
spirit. Malik went on to say “You and your hikari should move in here.”

“I don’t think so.”

The Egyptian jerked his chin
toward the hikaris. “Look at that.” Bakura did as he was
instructed, looking over to find Ryou blushing, Marik looking at him with one
hand on one of his. “I assume that’s why they manipulated us into
doing that.”

“Me, not us. You did that
by choice.” Bakura’s voice held a slight undertone of anger,
beneath the cool calmness, and Malik smiled a little, though Bakura couldn’t
see him. However, this time, Bakura was not consumed with rage at the sight
of the two hikaris like that. Actually, they looked quite cute, in a very sexy
kind of way; it seemed… right.

“Ryou,” he snapped,
walking toward the door. Ryou immediately hopped up and followed him, letting
go of Marik without a second thought, and they left.

Malik turned to his hikari, still
sitting at the table. Marik flinched away from his gaze.

“Come here, Marik,”
he said, his voice almost kind. The hikari was terrified, but did as he was
told. “Down.” Marik obediently sank to his knees in front of him
and looked up into his face. “You should know better than to try to
manipulate me, little Light. That was very foolish of you.” Marik
swallowed around a hard lump in his throat. “But, since it didn’t
work and I approve of the results, I’m going to go easy on you.”
He looked calmly down at Marik. “I want you to take a vacation in the
Shadow Realm now and think about what you did.”

For a split second, Marik’s
eyes got wide with fear, then his face went completely
blank, his eyes dull. Malik smiled slowly, then stood up and stretched, He
was tired. He slowly climbed the stairs to his room, leaving the soulless
body of his hikari kneeling there.

~*~

Baku kicked Raio in the face as he knelt in
the sand.

“You are MY slave!”
he yelled at him. “You have no business consorting with some
half-trained sorcerer! I should kill you for this – you and the sorcerer!”

“You will not touch
Marik.” Baku
looked up to find a tall white-haired sorcerer materializing out of the
night. – the mentor of the little magic-user he’d
found Raio with.

“In fact,” the
sorcerer continued, “I don’t think you should kill your slave,
either, though that’s entirely up to you.”

The thief sneered. “Where’s
your little shadow – afraid I’ll kill him anyway?”

“He’s being
punished,” he said. He snapped his fingers and the boy walked out of
the night, his eyes blankly staring at the ground before his feet.

“Marik - !” Raio
said quietly. Baku
kicked him in the face again.

“Why are you here?”
he demanded.

“I’m proposing an
alliance,” the sorcerer said. “A good thief is always useful –
and two would be even more so.” He indicated Raio. “Whereas a
good thief is only made better by the addition of magic. Imagine the places
you could get into with our powers.’

Baku paused. He was right – he and
Raio could do so much more with a sorcerer by their side.

“What are you getting out
of this?”

“A share of your profits,
of course. Half.”

“Half? That’s
unrealistic, sorcerer. We’ll be doing all the work.”

“But you need us more than
we need you.”

Baku thought it over. “Fine,”
he said finally. “Do you have a name?”

The sorcerer smiled thinly. “Malik.”

~*~

To Be Continued...
- 6
- 7
- 8
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CHAPTER SEVEN