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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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It Comes Around

CHAPTER NINE

Warnings: Lime

Pairings: Baku/Raio

~*~

Joey caught up with his lovers a few blocks from school.

“Hey, guys…” he said, his arm around Duke, looking down at the ground as they walked. “I need ta apologize ta both of ya.”

“What for?” Duke asked, looking at him.

“For how I always used ta act. I ignored ya guys all the time whenever I saw someone new I wanted ta… get with, and ya just took it without sayin’ a word.” He shook his head. “I was awful! I can’t believe ya put up with me.”

Tristan ruffled his hair. “It’s not that big a deal, Joey.”

“No, it is. An’ how I used ta act around Seth… I’m surprised ya didn’t kick me out.” He shook his head again, still without looking at them. “I was horrible ta ya.”

Tristan put his arm around Joey’s neck. “And what brought about this sudden apologetic mood?”

Joey ducked his head even further into his chest and mumbled to himself. “I had Kaiba last night.”

“What?”

“You had who?”

He couldn’t help but grin as he raised his head finally. “Yeah, Kaiba.”

Tristan turned around in front of them and stopped them. “Come on, Jou. You can’t leave it like that. You have to tell us what he was like.”

Duke looked at him with his big green eyes full of curiosity. “Yeah, Joey. Spill it. Details, man.” They both looked at him avidly; like everyone else who had ever seen Seth, they had of course lusted after him in Egypt.

Joey grinned again. “Well, he was a virgin – was, of course.”

“Somebody like that?” Duke seemed astounded.

The blond nodded. “An’ he was fuckin’ loud. I had him screaming my name.” He grinned with the memory. “He didn’t even care that we were in Yugi’s house.”

He saw a fairly startled expression on Tristan’s face. It wasn’t that astounding, he thought – then he felt himself roughly hauled around. He caught a brief glimpse of Kaiba’s face, a faint bruise on his cheek, eyes blazing. Then he felt a punch to his jaw that laid him out flat.

“That’s for having the audacity to hit me,” Kaiba said coldly while he was still dazed on the ground. Then he kicked him, hard, shoving him into the wall. “And that’s for your slave comment.”

Joey tried to get back to his feet, but Kaiba kicked him under the chin, hard, sending him over backward. Duke knelt over him as Tristan stood between them.

“Leave him alone, man.”

“Protecting your girlfriend?” Kaiba asked coldly. Anger was radiating off him in almost palpable waves. “No, I guess not, since you’re probably his bitch, aren’t you?”

“No, Kaiba, that’s you,” Joey said, his anger now matching the brunet’s, as he pushed himself back to his feet. No one insulted his friends – let alone his lovers. “And man, are you a bitch.”

Kaiba’s normally cool face contorted with rage. He pushed Tristan out of the way to punch Joey again, but Tristan grabbed his arm and held him back. Kaiba turned on him and punched him once, knocking him to the ground. Joey hit him as he turned around, and Kaiba fell, but caught himself on one hand and kicked Joey’s legs out from under him, then sat with one knee on either side of him. He grabbed his shirt with one hand and punched him in the face.

Tristan grabbed his arm again. Seto threw him to the ground and furiously punched Joey again. The blond was bleeding now, if only from a split lip, and it was the most satisfying thing he had ever seen.

Joey managed to push him off, and the both quickly regained their feet.

“I am no one’s bitch,” the burnet hissed. “Least of all yours, mutt.”

“That’s funny,” Joey said, “because when I asked ya last night, your answer couldn’ta been more different. Last night, you were the puppy, remember?”

Kaiba raised one leg and kicked him in the chest faster than he could see, knocking him backward. Joey quickly turned it around and slammed him back into the wall, accidentally pulling off the top few buttons of his jacket with his grip on it, exposing Seto’s neck and the top of his chest. He saw a hickey on the pale flesh of his neck, and touched it lightly, teasingly. Kaiba ground his teeth and pushed him away.

Duke grabbed Joey as Tristan tried to hold Kaiba back.

“Damn it, Joey, what did you do to him?” Tristan demanded as he struggled to keep the other brunet still.

“What he wanted,” Joey spat, not struggling to hard against Duke. “He wanted more.”

Kaiba angrily hit Tristan as his face flushed an instant pale red, breaking free of him. Tristan grabbed his arms and pulled him back again.

“Get some sense, Kaiba!” he said, struggling to hold him. “How’s it going to look, if you just go crazy and beat the crap outta Joey? You’ve got a company to run – they’re going to want to know why. What are you going to tell them? The truth?”

Joey glared at him. “That I fucked ya?”

Kaiba lunged forward again. He seemed to have completely lost his mind. “What about Mokuba?” Tristan demanded as he fell when Seto broke free from him. “What are you going to tell him about why you put everything on the line?”

Seto stopped and turned to punch the wall, rather then Joey’s face. Tristan was surprised he didn’t break his fingers. It made sense that his brother would be the thing to snap him out of it…Tristan stood up and put one hand on the wall beside him.

“Man–” he started, but Kaiba cut him off.

“No,” he said. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear it.” He turned and walked away.

Joey couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t let his lovers fight his battles for him… “Bitch!” he yelled, pulling against Duke. They saw Kaiba’s fists clench tightly, but he didn’t rise to the bait as he disappeared around the corner, heading away from the school.

Tristan hit Joey himself, not very hard, but enough that he felt it, drawing identical looks of shock from the others. “I love you, Joey,” he explained, “but you can be an asshole…”

“I don’t understand,” Joey said, rubbing his face and looking after Kaiba. Duke finally released him from the wall. “He didn’t even try ta fight last night… and all of a sudden he wants to rip my throat out. Damn it, he liked it!” He slammed his fist back into the wall in frustration. “After the first time he wanted ta go again – I don’t get it!”

“I don’t know what happened,” Tristan told him, “but he obviously doesn’t feel the same way now.” He sighed and started walking toward the school. They were already going to be a little late.

Joey touched his split lip gingerly and looked at Duke. His raven-haired lover just shook his head and walked after Tristan.

~*~

Ryou anxiously returned home after school and sat on the floor beside his yami, who sprawled on the couch. Bakura glanced down at him coldly.

“Yami, please,” Ryou started. “Marik was still gone today… Please let me go check on him – you don’t have to go. I just want to see if he’s all right.”

Bakura only looked at him silently for a moment. Ryou was sure he was going to refuse, possibly hit him again… But he had to ask.

“You’re not going over there alone,” he finally said, and sat up. Ryou smiled in gratitude as he also stood, and though he didn’t react outwardly, it pleased him. His hikari didn’t smile nearly enough.

~*~

The door swung open for them before Ryou could knock, but there was no one there. Bakura led the way inside without hesitation. Marik was obviously expecting them.

They found Malik sitting in a chair with Marik kneeling before him. Bakura realized immediately that something wasn’t right, but Ryou was blissfully oblivious.

“Ma-Marik?” he asked, stepping hesitantly into the room, past his yami. Bakura thought of trying to hold him back, but it would likely do no good.

Malik lounged back in the chair. “Come on in,” he said brightly. “Have you changed your mind, Bakura?” Marik hadn’t moved.

“Hardly.”

“Is he okay?” Ryou asked, unheeding of their conversation, focused on Marik.

“Of course he is,” Malik said unconcernedly. Marik still hadn’t yet moved and in, though, and Ryou came closer.

“Marik?” Bakura watched Ryou kneel beside the other hikari, keeping a wary eye on Malik to make sure he wouldn’t try to harm him. It seemed Ryou was just now realizing something was wrong. He raised his head to the other yami, angry past thinking of his own safety. “What have you done to him?” he demanded. “Why is he like this? You evil, heartless, b–”

::Ryou, SHUT UP!:: Bakura commanded sharply in his mind, though Malik was only watching with amusement. His hikari fell instantly silent and looked at him, and Bakura came silently into the room and looked briefly at Marik, noting his blank eyes and shallow, slow breathing. “The Shadow Realm as a punishment?” Bakura asked coldly, raising his eyes back to the other yami. “That’s–”

“Put him back,” Ryou demanded, cutting Bakura off. “I don’t know why you would do this to him, but put him back!”

Malik smiled slightly. “As you wish, little one.”

Marik’s eye suddenly regained their life, and he lurched out of Ryou’s hold with a gasp. He stood up and desperately flung his arms around his yami’s neck, burying his face in his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, yami,” he sobbed. “Please, I’m sorry, it was wrong… I should never have done it. I’ll never do it again. Please… I swear. I promise. I’m so sorry, please, I love you, I’m sorry…”

Malik smiled slightly at the other two as he continued to sit there with his arms crossed over his chest, letting Marik’s words continue to wash over him. He made no move to touch or comfort him.

“Cruel,” Bakura said over Marik’s continued whimpers, begging for forgiveness. “Unbelievably cruel. Even I would never do that.”

“The Shadow Realm is a much better deterrent than beating him,” Malik told him, openly eyeing Ryou’s bruises.

“It’s sadistic.”

Malik looked at him expressionlessly for a moment, then turned to his hikari. “Go play with your little friend,” he said. “Bakura and I need to talk.”

Marik obediently let go of him and turned back to Ryou. The smaller hikari pulled him to the couch, where Marik half collapsed against him, his face buried in his shoulder as Ryou worked to comfort him.

Malik turned his attention to Bakura. “Didn’t I tell you that you should move in here?”

“Didn’t I tell you ‘no way in hell’?”

Malik smirked. “I see you still have my mark.” Bakura narrowed his eyes. Yes, his neck and shoulders still bore the marks of Malik’s teeth. That didn’t mean anything, though. It certainly didn’t mean that Malik had any sort of hold over him.

“So what?”

Malik grinned a little. “So I still think you and your hikari should move in here.” He smiled a little broader, displaying his sharp canines. “Look at them over there.”

Bakura glanced at them over his shoulder, almost against his will. Marik was recovering, and his own little hikari had his arm protectively around him. They were talking quietly.

They look good, don’t they?” Malik went on. “And they love each other. Not as much as they love us, of course, but they would die for each other. Are you going to be the cold heart that denies them? Plus,” he looked piercingly yet frighteningly good-humoredly at Bakura, “I see that you want my light. I know I want yours. The arrangement works for everyone.”

Bakura glared at him. “I’ve seen what you do to your own light – you’ll not touch mine.”

“All right,” he said mildly. “I won’t touch your hikari without your permission. Whereas you can have mine anytime you want.” Bakura was irritated; he didn’t like people to be treated as slaves when they weren’t, and here Malik was giving his hikari away like a piece of property. Renting him out, at least. It ticked him off.

Malik seemed to pick up on that and elaborated with an ingratiating smile. “Anytime he’ll have you, at any rate.”

“I already told you no,” the thief told him coldly.

Malik’s good humor evaporated. “It’s not a suggestion, Bakura.”

Bakura saw Ryou kiss Marik’s cheek lightly. Marik turned and caught him in a real kiss; they seemed to have forgotten their yami in the same room, and the fact that Bakura had nearly killed them both last time.

He angrily walked to the door. “Ryou,” he snapped. His hikari broke away from Marik and followed him.

~*~

He let Ryou sleep in his bed that night. His hikari was snuggled up tightly against him, and Bakura liked the feel of his warm body against his. He had an arm wrapped around him to pull him closer.

They’d been there for quite some time, but neither was quite asleep yet when Bakura spoke, asking the question that had been on his mind.

“Do you love Marik?” he asked bluntly, quietly enough to not break the peace.

Ryou was silent, hesitant. Finally, he answered just as quietly. “…Yes… But I love you more, yami…” He was tense, expecting blows.

Bakura didn’t strike him. He didn’t even seem angry. “Would you want to move in with him?”

His hikari shook his head, his thick hair brushing across Bakura’s shoulder. “No, never. I don’t want to leave you.”

“I never said anything about you leaving me. I wouldn’t allow that.”

“So… you’d go with me?” He felt Bakura nod. “Then… if I could…”

“You can. We will tomorrow, if it’s what you wish.”

“What I wish…?” Ryou turned around in his yami’s arms to look at him. “Do you want to? Or… Why are you doing this?”

Bakura moved one hand up and closed Ryou’s eyes. “Don’t make me change my mind, Ryou,” he said easily. “Just go to sleep.” Ryou smiled and wrapped his arms around his yami, snuggling up against him again. He soon fell asleep, still smiling, and Bakura even had a faint smile on his face as he followed him into slumber.

~*~

Baku thrust into his slave for the final time. Raio pushed back against him and came with a cry.

“Baku-Ra!”

The thief released inside of him, then pulled away and mostly lay down, supporting himself on one hand, as the slave collapsed.

“What did you call me?”

Raio dropped his gaze. “I’m sorry, master…” he said quietly.

“No, say it again.”

“Baku-Ra,” the slave said, looking at him with wary eyes, looking to see if his owner would be angry with him for the nickname.

Baku was not angry, however. In fact, he grinned. He had never been called a god before. “I like that,” he said, and pulled the slave closer. Raio smiled his rare smile at having done something good and snuggled closer to his master, his eyes contentedly closed. Baku kissed his forehead lightly, one hand buried in his hair. Thy fell asleep like that.

“Stand up, Raio.”

The slave quietly obeyed, his eyes demurely downcast, waiting for whatever it was his master wanted of him.

Baku tipped his face up. Raio felt him attach something around his neck, then he felt the familiar weight of his heavy iron collar disappear. For the first time he could remember, the hateful thing was gone… There was still something there, but it was different.

“Baku-Ra…?” he asked uncertainly. His fingers traveled up to his neck to feel what was there instead. He fund a new collar, thin, smooth, not as heavy. It hugged his neck, only a couple inches wide. With how heavy it was for its size, it could only have been gold…

“Let’s get rid of this ugly thing,” his owner said, and flung the heavy iron collar out into the desert. Raio watched it go with a certain amount of silent satisfaction, then looked back to Baku.

“Baku-Ra… may I?” he asked hesitantly.

Baku held out his hand. “You no longer need to ask permission to touch me.”

Raio took the hand and pulled himself closer to his master, and kissed him. By the end of it, they were holding each other close, completely lost in it. Raio didn’t know exactly how his owner felt about him, but he was sure that he loved Baku with his entire heart and soul. It wouldn’t’ have surprised him is his owner had felt differently, seen him as an object for him to use… so he never dared say to him what he barely admitted to himself, that he was really in love with the man who owned him.

~*~

Ryou stirred and pulled himself closer to his yami. Bakura opened his eyes and looked silently into his hikari’s face. Raio – no, Ryou – was beautiful… but something was missing…

He ran one hand lightly along Ryou’s pale neck. Something was supposed to be here… and there was some reason it was gone, something he couldn’t quite remember… and he wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to.

His hikari pulled himself closer to him again and slowly opened his eyes, perfectly content. “Mmm…” he said quietly. “Baku… did I used to be your slave…?” He wrapped his arms tightly around him and looked at him with big brown eyes.

Pieces clicked into place in Bakura’s mind. That was what was missing – his collar. The gold one he’d had made for him from various golden baubles he’d stolen. It had looked ore like a decoration than a mark of his servitude. And it had been removed… but he couldn’t’ remember why. Had he just grown to love his slave so much that he’d freed him…? It was poetic, but, he thought, unlikely… He just couldn’t remember.

“Yes,” he said finally, answering Ryou’s question. “Little Raio.”

Ryou smiled and kissed him. “I dreamt it. And you were Baku, but I called you Baku-Ra. You gave me a very nice collar…” His hand went up to his neck, feeling the bare skin there. “I kind of miss it…” he admitted.

Bakura smiled. “As well you should, my little one. Without it, no one else knows who owns you.” He sat up. “Gather what you want to take with you, and don’t be long about it.”

Ryou looked adorably confused. “Where are we… Oh, Marik’s.”

“Yes. Malik already knows we’re coming.”

Ryou nodded and got up to gather his clothes and personal stuff. He really didn’t have very much.

Malik grinned at Bakura as they walked in.

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--AUTHOR'S NOTE - 02/11/11--

This story has been abandoned. Reasons:

-This story is ancient.

I'm very sorry to everyone who wanted it finished, and thank you for your reviews and interest, but it is dead.
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It Comes Around

It Comes Around

CHAPTER NINE