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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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It was a
sleepy 6:30am at the Kaiba estate. A pair of maids were tip-toeing around the house; one was
discreetly tidying up the mess of paper in Kaiba�s office. The other was
downstairs, on her way to the kitchen. Quietly, she went through a list in her
head;

Check there�s enough breakfast foods
for mister Kaiba and little Mokuba� make sure the utensils and the stove are
both clean� check that Mokuba remembered to do his homework� Try to-� ah!

The poor girl�s
thoughts were cut off as she reached the kitchen, and immediately noticed that
it was already occupied.

Atemu was
standing in front of the fridge, and was completely naked from the waist up.
Indeed, the only thing he was wearing
were his leather pants, and the zipper wasn�t done up all the way. His hair was
a little tousled from sleep, but he looked awake, as he fumbled through the
fridge. For a moment, the girl just stood there, watching, until he noticed
her.

He was
frowning, a little. Waving a hand at the fridge, his voice came out quiet, but
annoyed;

�Where the
hell do you people keep the butter?�

The maid fought the urge to grin, and crossed the room. There had been a note
just inside the foyer, from mister Kaiba, explaining that he had houseguests.
This one had to be either Yuugi, or the �boy who looks like Yuugi�, which was
the only name Kaiba had given.

Reaching
the sideboard, she opened a cupboard, and brought out a small dish of butter.

�We keep it
in here, Sir. Little Mokuba has trouble if the butter is too hard, so we take
it out of the fridge an hour before he wakes up, to let it soften.�

Atemu blinked, then nodded approvingly. The ex-Pharaoh
was beautifully accustomed to having people taking care of those small details,
so he didn�t question it. Instead, he gestured to take the butter, and brought
it back to the table. There, on a plate, were two plates. One held a small
amount of bacon, and eggs. The other was filled with toast, which the Pharaoh
started to butter. The maid watched all this with a slight smile, then proceeded to check the fridge.

Try to stop any of mister Kaiba�s
guests from waking up too early�

---

The bed was
obscenely comfortable, but it felt like it was missing something. Yuugi rolled
over, one arm groping around the other side of the bed. He was barely awake, and
still mostly asleep, but he still felt around. The rest of the bed was empty.
Slowly, as his mind processed this, he stared to wake up.

The bed still felt obscenely comfortable. But
now, something very big was missing. Sitting up, Yuugi forced his eyes open,
and looked around. As he realised he was alone, he sent out the panicked call
before he even decided to;

Yami?
Yami!?!

For a few
heart-wrenching moments, he got no reply. Then, Yuugi�s mind flooded with
relief as he felt the familiar presence;

�Come on now, Yuugi. Can�t I leave
you alone for more than a minute?�

He didn�t
even mind being teased. Slowly, Yuugi relaxed in the bed, allowing his eyes to
close again.

Very funny.
I thought you�d gone again.

�I do not plan on leaving again
anytime soon. But please, try not to be so jumpy.�

I�ll try. But, where are you?

�You�ll see. Could you open the
door?�

Yuugi
blinked, and looked towards the door. It was closed. Shuffling forward, out of
the bed, he crossed the room to it. Grabbing the handle, he pulled it open.
Atemu was standing just outside the door, carrying a tray laden down with food.
Yuugi�s eyes went wide, and his stomach gave an appreciative gurgle.

�You never
have the time, or the presence of mind to make your own breakfast. It�s important,
you know.�

Yuugi shut
the door behind his partner with a mix of amusement and confusion. Watching
Atemu lay the tray on the bed, he couldn�t help but giggle. Atemu heard it, and
turned to give him a confused look.

�What�s so
funny?�

Yuugi swallowed another giggle, shaking his head, wordlessly. He didn�t trust
his voice, so he sent the thought, instead.

You just look so� domestic. All you
need is a fluffy apron!

Even thinking it
made him fight to hold back another snicker. The domestic picture just didn�t
suit Atemu, at all. His mirth died down, however, when he noticed the Pharaoh
giving him a dark look.

�Laughing
at me, are you?�

�No! No, not at you, just-�� Shaking his head, Yuugi
looked over the tray, and smiled slowly. �� It�s wonderful, Yami. Thank you.�

�Hmph.� Nursing his bruised pride, Atemu
took a seat on the bed; careful not to upset the tray. �Either way, come and
eat it before it gets cold.�

Grinning now, Yuugi crossed the room, eagerly. Lunging for the toast, he failed
to notice Atemu�s quiet smile as the other watched him eat.

---

Elsewhere,
someone else wasn�t having such a pleasant morning.

Ryou could
feel something uncomfortable, and scratchy, against his cheek. Opening his
eyes, he returned to consciousness, slowly. Lifting himself up, he stared down
at the couch he was lying on, with a mixture of confusion and revulsion. It
wasn�t really dirty, but it was old, and scratchy, and dusty. He could feel his
back and legs aching from sleeping in places where the springs had broken.
Bending backwards, he sat back on his ankles, and looked around the room;
Bakura�s living room. It was empty. Standing up � trying to ignore how he ached
all over � he crossed the room to the window. Gingerly, he twitched the
curtains open, to look outside.

It was
early morning. Very early morning,
the sun wasn�t even properly up yet. At a guess, he would�ve said 5am, or maybe a little later. Raising
his uninjured hand, he felt his hair. His injured hand hung limp, at his side.
It was still aching, in a dull sort-of way, but didn�t cause him too much
trouble, if he didn�t use it. Abandoning any idea of fixing his hair, he turned
back to the room, and wondered where Bakura was.

At 5am, he would�ve guessed the Thief King
was asleep, but the living room was empty. Sighing a little, the boy crossed
the room. Pushing open the door, he leant out of the room a little, to look up
the stairs. For a moment, he hesitated, then made
towards them.

At the top
of the stairs, there was no hallway; just a door. As quietly as he could, he
slid it open, and glanced in.

It was a
huge bedroom; covering most of the first floor. Most of it was in bad repair,
and there were spaces where the floor had almost worn away or broken. But, in
the middle of the room, the bed was in almost good condition. Ryou took all
this in by a quick sweep of the room, before he noticed the boy on the bed.

Bakura was
lying on his back, only half-covered by the blanket. His chest was bare, and
was shining with a light sheen of sweat. The look on his face was pained, but
his eyes were shut, tight.

Crossing
the room, as quietly as he could, Ryou looked down at the other boy, curiously.
Bakura�s mouth was set in an angry, thin line. Slowly, he moved; tossing to the
side and letting out a soft growling noise. Ryou looked scared, like he didn�t
know how to react. His yami was obviously having a nightmare. Slowly, he
started to reach forward with one shaking hand.

��K-��Kura, wake up� you�re having a
nightmare�� His hand met Bakura�s shoulder. The man�s skin felt slick with
sweat; more than he�d thought. Slowly, not knowing what else to do, he petted
him. He was repeating Bakura�s name, quietly, under his breath.

It seemed
to work. Slowly, the Thief King began to settle down. He lay more still, and
his expression mellowed a little. Finally, he looked calmer; calmer than Ryou
had ever seen him, in fact. Feeling a tiny swell of relief, Ryou took a step
away, and started to pull his hand back.

Quicker
than he could see, Bakura�s hand snapped up, and strong fingers tightened
around his wrist. A thrill of terror ran through Ryou�s body, as he looked
back.

Bakura�s
eyes were open, and he was smirking at him. He didn�t look calm anymore; he
looked like himself. Predatory, and a little mocking.

�Look who
snuck into my bedroom.�

��K-kura� I�� Ryou didn�t try to take back his hand,
but he felt like he wanted to. Swallowing, he tried a faint smile. �You were
having a nightmare.�

�No I wasn�t.� Bakura�s voice came out as a harsh response. Sitting up, he
jerked Ryou�s arm towards him, and the boy stumbled forward. His knees hit the
bed, and his back bent as he fell forward. Automatically, he brought his arm
forward to catch himself, and winced as pain shot up his forearm.

�The hell
time is it? The sun�s not even up; what the fuck are you doing up so early?�

Ryou looked up. His whole body was shaking, but it wasn�t from fear. The rough
handling was� nice. It made his skin tingle, and his heart race.

�I don�t
know� I just woke up, a few minutes ago. You weren�t in the living room, so I
came to find you��

�Find me?� Bakura looked down at his hikari with mild suspicion. His mind was
slowly clearing itself of sleep, and, slowly, he let go of Ryou�s wrist. As he
watched, the boy moved it down, but didn�t change position.

�M-mm.� Ryou looked up at him. �In case you
left, or something.�

�Why would
I leave? This is my house.� Leaning
back, Bakura leant back against the pillows. The blanket was perilously close
to slipping off his body, but he didn�t seem to care. It was very obvious that
he was nude, but the blanket hid his groin, and part of his legs. �And, the
Pharaoh will be looking for me. It�s too dangerous to leave, right now.�

�I don�t
know� just in case you left� I didn�t think why.� Unable to hold himself on his
injured arm anymore, Ryou moved to the side, and sat on the side of the bed.
Bakura�s expression was too piercing, so he looked lower; his eyes finally
settling on the Thief�s chest. It wasn�t the most practical place to look, but
it felt safer than meeting his eyes.

�Well, I
didn�t. Any sane human being would be asleep at this time.� Bakura�s eyes were
on Ryou. He was watching the way the boy�s body shook with anticipation, and
the way his eyes looked back and forth over his chest. Slowly, an idea formed
in his mind, and Bakura felt himself smirk. Slowly, he started to sit up.
Ryou�s eyes flicked to Bakura�s face, and the Thief�s smirk grew stronger.
Suddenly, his arms lashed out, and he grabbed at Ryou�s forearms. Ignoring the
cry of pain and surprise, he jerked the boy forward, and bent his knees to help
him along. In a flurry of movement, Ryou ended up sat in Bakura�s lap, with the
taller boy still holding his arms.

�Unfortunately��
Bakura�s voice had slid down to that soft, sexy tone again, and it made Ryou
shiver, just a little. �� I�m awake now.�

Slowly, his
own arms went forward. Moving Ryou�s arms around his back, he only needed one
hand to grip both the boy�s wrists. His other hand moved forward, and lifted
the smaller boy�s shirt. Pulling it up, he lifted it over his head, and pulled
it down his arms. When the thin shirt was caught around the boy�s wrists, he
pulled it. Slowly, with only one hand to work with, he tied the shirt in a
crumpled knot. Ryou�s hands were trapped.

Ryou�s
entire body was shaking, now, and it wasn�t from fear. Bakura considered the
boy�s chest, with the Millennium Ring resting so innocently against it.
Reaching up, he curved one hand around the boy�s chin.

�Is this
what you woke me up for, little Ryou? The shower wasn�t enough?�

Ryou�s breath came out in a sigh, and he closed his eyes. He didn�t have to
reply, or maybe he didn�t want to. He didn�t have anything in mind; he hadn�t
even known Bakura was asleep. But now, put into this situation, he didn�t want
to argue.

Bakura
faked a quiet, exasperated sigh. His hand ran up Ryou�s stomach, and the boy
let out a quiet sigh. As his fingers brushed the Ring, Bakura felt a faint, but
exhilarating touch of power.

�The
Millennium Ring� too powerful a thing for a child like you to keep hold of.
Don�t you think?�

Bringing
his hands forward, he ran his palms up Ryou�s skin. Curving his hands over the
boy�s shoulder, he caught hold of the string the Ring was hanging from. Raising
it, he pulled the necklace over Ryou�s head. The other boy didn�t even protest;
he just stared.

As Bakura
brought the Ring towards him, his eyes shone with pleasure, and he looped the
necklace around his neck. The Ring looked oddly at home against his pale,
muscular chest. As it came to rest, Bakura felt a throb of dark power, and it
made his smirk grow wider. Looking back up at Ryou, the two made eye contact.
Ryou�s voice came out slowly, and slightly fearful;

��Kura� what are you gonna do with the
Ring� ?�

The Thief leant forward, and his arms slid around Ryou�s thin waist. Running
his palms up the boy�s back, he felt Ryou shudder, appreciatively.

�Protect
myself. From the Pharaoh, and whoever else he decides
to bring against me.�

�Just
protect? You aren�t going to�� Ryou gulped, �� hurt anyone, are you?�

�Hurt
anyone?� Bakura�s voice held an edge of sarcasm. Moving his hands back, he
moved one to stroke along Ryou�s collarbone. �Don�t be stupid� when have I ever
hurt anyone?� Grinning unpleasantly, his hand rose, and his fingers tightened
around Ryou�s throat. The boy gave one, quiet, helpless whimper, but didn�t
struggle.

Bakura
watched the reaction with mild surprise. He�d expected at least a protest, if
not outright struggling. Experimentally, he tightened the grip. Ryou whimpered,
again, and he could feel the boy�s throat contracting as he fought to breathe,
but he still didn�t struggle. Loosening the chokehold, he gave Ryou a
suspicious look.

�� Why
don�t you fight back?�

Ryou took a few deep breaths, then looked up at his
yami. His eyes were half-glazed. Slowly, he smiled, but he didn�t reply. He
couldn�t think of a way to phrase his reasoning. Quietly, he thought over the
question, then finally sighed a little,

�.. Why
should I fight back? It feels� right. It�s nice��

Bakura stared at him for several moments. His mind was tossing over the
details, slowly. He remembered the incident in the shower. Silently, he came to
a decision.

�Shut your
eyes.�

Ryou blinked, once, then obeyed. Studying the boy on
his lap, for just a moment, Bakura slowly reached forward. One arm curled
around the boy�s back, to hold him upright, and he lowered his mouth.

Slowly,
Bakura�s lips brushed over the boy�s chest. This earned him a soft sigh from
Ryou, but he ignored it. Reaching one of the boy�s nipples, he licked it once, then paused. For a moment, he thought about it, then made his decision. He opened his mouth, for a split
second, then bit down, hard.

The
reaction was immediate. Above him, he heard Ryou let out a gasp of pleasure,
and arch forward. The boy�s body was shaking, noticeably, as Bakura sank his
teeth in even harder. When he finally pulled away, he left a circle of very
bright, very prominent teeth marks around the boy�s nipple. Some of the deeper
marks even had tiny, red dots of blood welling up. Ryou�s body was shaking, and
his breath had sped up, just a little. Looking up at his hikari, Bakura felt
himself smirk. He understood now.

�No wonder
you missed me so much.�

---

�What are
you doing in here, mutt?�

Jounouchi was standing just inside the door of Seto Kaiba�s home office. The
owner of said office was sat behind the desk, glaring at him, over an opened
laptop. Kaiba was fully dressed, looking ready for school already, despite how
early it was. Jou, on the other hand, still had to run a comb � or just his
hand � through his hair, and his clothes looked crumpled.

�Why�re you awake so early, Kaiba?�

�I have work to do. Work that�s none of your business, by the
way.�

Jou wrinkled his nose, ignoring Kaiba�s annoyed look and stepping into the room
properly. The door shut with a click behind him.

�You always
seem ta� be working. It can�t take
up that much of yer�
time.�

�Well, it does.� Looking incredibly pissed off now, Kaiba turned back to
his laptop. His hands went back to the keys, and he resumed typing; ignoring
Jou completely.

Feeling a
little less worried, now that Kaiba�s attention wasn�t on him, Jou took a few
more steps forward. His head turned this way and that, examining the room. The
walls were painted a powder blue that reminded Jou of doctor�s offices. All the
furniture was done in a medium-dark wood, and the blond found himself wondering
when Kaiba had acquired such good taste in furniture. Crossing to a small
end-table a short distance from Kaiba�s desk, he studied a photo sitting there.
It was the only personal photo he could recall seeing in the whole house. It
featured a younger Seto, and a much younger Mokuba. The two of them were
sitting in a room Jou recognised as the living room of the house they were in,
right now. Seto was sat in a huge chair that Jou didn�t recognise. Sat halfway
on his lap, was a grinning Mokuba. Across both of their laps, was a mess of
Duel Monsters card. Jou squinted a bit, leaning a bit
closer to the picture.

�Hey, where�s the��

�You really are a mutt. The second
no-one�s attention is on you, you�re already getting into everything.�

Jou looked up. Kaiba had turned his chair to face Jou, and was openly glaring
at him. As the blonde watched, Kaiba stood and crossed the room. Picking up the
picture, he glanced at it only briefly before placing it on his desk, face
down.

�Where�re
the Blue Eyes�? Stupid, I didn�t have any of them yet.�

Jou blinked, then smirked, playfully. �A Kaiba-deck without a single Blue Eyes? Not possible.�

Kaiba
returned the smirk, but it wasn�t playful; �I still could�ve beaten you, before
I got the Blue Eyes�.�

Jou�s playful smirk disappeared, and was replaced by a look of pure anger and
righteous annoyance.

�Oh
yeah?! Prove it,
then! Duel me, without any Blue Eyes in your deck!�

For a
moment, Kaiba actually considered it. Then, his eyes narrowed, and he turned
away again. �Tch. You aren�t worth the effort; I�ve got better things to do
than play with some stray dog.�

�I�m not a dog!� Glaring, Jou lunged after the CEO. Unfortunately, Kaiba saw it
coming. With one swift movement, he ducked down, and Jou�s punch flew over his
head. Reaching up, he grabbed the boy�s wrist, and pulled it down. Jou�s chest
hit his back for a split second, before he threw the blonde clean over his shoulder.
Unfortunately, he�d misjudged how close they were to the desk.

Jou�s head
knocked the side of the desk on his way past, and there was a heavy thump that sounded much louder than it
should. As Jou�s body sunk to the ground, halfway-leaning against the desk,
Kaiba realised his error. The CEO felt a stab of apprehension, and he took half
a step forward.

�� Mutt?�

No response. Jou�s eyes were shut. The apprehension turned into panic.

�Hey! Jounouchi?!� Sinking to his knees, Kaiba reached out and
grabbed the boy�s shoulders; shaking them.

Jou�s eyes
opened, and they were shining with fierce amusement.

�Worried
about me, moneybags?�

Kaiba
jerked his hands back like they�d been stung. Anger and embarrassment swirled
together in his mind, and he fought the urge to smack Jounouchi right in his
stupid face. The boy was smirking, as he straightened up against the desk;
keeping his eyes on Kaiba. Unfortunately, a sick sense of relief was also
there, under the anger. So, slowly, the CEO straightened up.

�� Don�t do
that again. It wasn�t funny.�

�You should�a seen your face. You looked horrified.� Jou
snickered as he stood up, reaching up to rub the back of his head, where a
harmless bump was coming up. �I guess you got good reason. The papers would
murder for a story of Seto Kaiba hospitalising somebody.�

Kaiba looked at him. He was still mildly irritated, but for a different reason.

�The
papers? You
think I worry about them? I�m not that shallow.�

Jou felt his smirk getting bigger.

�Aw,
what then? Don�t
try an� say you were actually worried about me? That�s touching, Kaiba.�

The CEO made a soft, annoyed, grunting noise. Moving to the side, he sat back
in his chair, and turned back to his computer. Jou blinked. He had expected
some kind of reply; a refusal, or even a sarcastic comment. The lack of reply
was sort-of creepy. Staring at Kaiba, cautiously, the two boys stayed quiet for
a few minutes. Then, Jou�s voice came out, sounding ordinary as he tried to
remove the tension.

�So uh�
I�ll go take a shower before school.�

�You do that.�

�You�re gunna stay here and work, aren�tcha?�

�Mmhm.�

�Not healthy for ya� to work all the time.�

�So you keep telling me. Are you leaving, or not?�

�Uh� sure. I�ll see ya in school, Kaiba.�

Seto didn�t look up, as Jou crossed the room. He kept his eyes firmly on the
computer screen, until he heard the door shut with a click. Only then, did he
looked up, and fix his blue eyes on the door.

�� Stupid mutt.�

(Author Notes � A bit of misc.
everyone today. Sorry about the updates slowing down, but I�ll try my best.
Some more plot development next chapter, and a lemon. I�ll leave you all to
guess who�s gonna be getting it on~)
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