WARNING: BAKURA X RYOU LEMON!!! BAKURA X MALIK LEMON!

 

Broken Time:  Anzu bashing makes it all good.

Kura Magician Girl: Serenity did deserve the bashing.  Ketchup and mustard covered dragons…*laughs*

Beysie: Nobody is safe from Aria’s PMS…not even the monsters.

I Is Me:  *hands Red eyes plushie* there you go…for your collection.

Tari Helyanwe: *snickers* poor Bakura.

Shadow of Light:  of course Anzu is brain dead in my fics. Though she is cool in the Japanese version.  You want a baby from the blue eyes and Red eyes? That’s a good idea.

Veggie Tart: I’m sorry I forgot about the countertop lemon. I wanted to do it, but I didn’t want to replay a scene I already described.  I should have done it, looking back.  *hands Hayden plushie*

Lady Elfskye: I’m glad I gave you a good laugh.

Anubiset: I couldn’t help the orgasm joke.  Gotta love dragon love.

 

Love

 

Bakura unlocked the side door to Seto’s summer mansion.  Ryou looked around cautiously for any guards who were patrolling the site.

The yami grinned when he heard the lock snap open.  ‘Bakura, you still got it!’

Bakura opened the door and turned to his hikari with a sly smile. “Well, Ryou?” Bakura scooped Ryou into his arms and carried him across the threshold.  Ryou pushed the door shut.

“So, Ryou Bakura-Itemri…..we’re inside Kaiba’s summer home….and we’re all alone.  What does my little sex god want to do?”

The white-haired hikari blushed. “’Kura, don’t call me that.”

Bakura licked his lover’s lips playfully.  “What makes you think you’re not a sex god?”

Ryou stroked Bakura’s face.  “It’s a good thing nobody can see us….or the fact that I’m blushing like crazy.”

Bakura pressed his lips against Ryou’s honey-sweet lips.  The hikari allowed his lover to slip inside his silky warmth and caress the soft, yielding tongue.

Ryou started unbuttoning his own shirt, letting the fabric part, and revealing his chest and stomach to his lover.

The yami ended his kiss as he looked around. “We already did it in the kitchen, didn’t we, Ryou?”

“Yes, we did…that’s the first place.”

Bakura walked Ryou to the living room. “We already did it here when moneybags had the kids a couple of years ago.”

As the yami carried Ryou up the spiral staircase, the hikari licked Bakura’s ear and sucked on Bakura’s earlobe hungrily. 

“We already did it on the stairs, Bakura.  Remember that?”

The yami let out a moan.  “Oh, I can’t forget that time!”

“We never made it to the bedrooms upstairs,” Ryou giggled.

Bakura stopped on the top of the stairs and began kissing the side of Ryou’s neck.

“You were so tight….and so…damn…..hot!”

Ryou giggled.  “I know you enjoyed yourself.  You couldn’t walk for two days straight.”

“Yeah.  Remember I told Ishtar I twisted my hip.  I think I pulled an ass-muscle that time.”

“You?  My gods, I tried explaining my limp to the kids!  I don’t think Aten fell for it, though.”

Bakura shook his head. “For some reason, that wouldn’t surprise me.  We can claim sore muscles all we want.  It wouldn’t fool that kid.”

Ryou smiled at his husband.  “That was an awesome time.  You know, I don’t know of any room we haven’t made love in yet.”

Bakura turned his head and eyed Seto’s bedroom.  “Well, since we’ve been in every room, what do you say to visiting old favorites?”

The hikari smiled and started to unbutton Bakura’s shirt.  The yami carried his husband into Seto’s main bedchamber.  Velvet red curtains were drawn closed.  Candelabras stood on each table.  The waterbed was the focus of the room.  It’s canopy was decorated in red velvet drapes.  The frame of the bed had a golden hue.  Seto’s bedsheets were red satin with gold tassels. 

“It looks like moneybags spent a lot on renovating this room since we were in here last.  What do you say we…..break the bed in?”

Ryou giggled and nodded.  The yami carried Ryou to the bed and threw him onto the mattress.  The waterbed swished with Ryou’s impact, making him rise and fall on the waves of the bed.

The yami looked down at his hikari and licked his lips with a predatory, lustful smile.  Bakura’s hair spiked and he let out a satisfied growl. 

Bakura crawled on top of his husband, the waterbed rocking underneath Bakura’s gyrating motions.

Ryou quickly removed his yami’s shirt and his own.  Ryou’s husband buried his face in Ryou’s neck and nibbled at the creamy, white skin. 

“Bakura,” Ryou whispered as his hands roamed his yami’s back, pulling him closer, and giving Bakura the gentle scratching that always drove him wild with desire. 

The hikari moaned as Bakura’s tiny nips were accompanied by a low purring growl.  Ryou spread his legs to allow his husband to settle between him.  The bed rocked gently as Bakura grinded himself against his lover.  The bulge in Bakura’s pants rubbed against Ryou, exciting Ryou’s own length in return.

Bakura’s kisses slid down to Ryou’s chest.  Bakura covered Ryou’s milky skin with soft kisses. Ryou arched his back under his lover’s gentle kisses, his body pleading for more contact.

The yami’s lips arrived at Ryou’s right nipple.  The yami kissed the budding flesh and took it between his lips.  He suckled gently the on the flesh, drawing on it in a slow, torturous pace.

The bed moved underneath them as Ryou squirmed under his yami’s touch.  Ryou bucked up against his lover, creating more rising and falling of the mattress.

“Bakura….please, baby.”

“What does my boy want?” Bakura asked with a flick of his tongue over the tight bud.

Ryou looked up at his lover.  “I want you, ‘Kura.”

Bakura pulled back and picked up his husband again, putting him on the bed so his legs did not dangle from the side.  The yami removed his own pants and licking his lips at the shirtless, panting, aroused body laying on the bed.

Ryou opened the front of his pants and reached in, taking himself in his hand. “I want you, ‘Kura.”

Mmm…Ryou,” the yami grinned as he helped his lover remove his pants.

Ryou shivered as he was exposed to the air.  He smiled and shifted higher onto the bed.  Bakura grinned down at his naked husband spread on the satin sheets.

The yami crawled on the bed, the waterbed rising and falling lightly with each motion.  Bakura settled between his husband’s legs and kissed Ryou on the lips.

“Hello, yami.”

The yami smiled down at his hikari.  “Hello, beautiful.”

Ryou blushed.  “I’m not beautiful.”

“Yes, you are. My beautiful angel.”

Bakura leaned down and kissed the front of Ryou’s neck, sucking gently on the skin.  Ryou wrapped his legs around Bakura’s hips, drawing him closer. 

“Bakura,” Ryou moaned as he rubbed himself against his lover’s body.  The bed rippled with Ryou’s

gyrations against his yami.

Bakura kissed down Ryou’s chest, taking Ryou’s other nipple between his lips and sucking on it.  He rolled the tight bud of flesh around his tongue. 

“So good, Bakura.”

Bakura grinned.  “My little angel enjoying himself?”

Ryou’s fingernails raked down Bakura’s back, making the yami moan in satisfaction. 

Bakura kissed lower, making the waterbed shift under Ryou. Bakura kissed lower, licking and kissing a trail down Ryou’s body.

The yami kissed the scar on Ryou’s stomach and licked his lips hungrily when he reached his goal. 

“Bakura, please….I want you. I need you.”

Bakura rubbed his cheek against the limp flesh.  “Do you want me to taste you, Ryou?”

Ryou nodded as he arched his back, the waterbed slightly shifting both of them. “Yes.”

“Are you certain?” Bakura asked with a deep, voice.

“Yes, yami…..Bakura…..please.”

Bakura placed his warm, wet tongue on the soft head of Ryou’s length.  He caressed the organ’s tip with his tongue, letting it glide over the opening.

Ryou arched his back and let out a moan as Bakura swallowed around him. 

//Mmmm….you’re so…..sexy, Ryou.//

Ryou looked down as he heard his yami speak through the mindlink.  The yami raised an eyebrow as his head withdrew slightly from the length, only to swallow around the hardening erection again.

/Bakura, you feel so good…/

//How good do I feel?//

Bakura deep-throated his lover, drawing on his husband’s flesh. 

Ryou reached down and buried his fingers in Bakura’s hair, thrusting up into the moist hot cavern above him.  /Yami……make me come, baby…./

Bakura took his hand and cupped Ryou’s twin globes at the base of his manhood. //I love to touch you, Ryou….you’re so….hot.//

Bakura’s finger explored Ryou’s body, poking and stroking Ryou’s entrance.

/Bakura…gods….I need you./

//Not yet, my little hikari….I’m enjoying you writhe like this.// Bakura kissed down the organ and licked lower, his tongue flicking around Ryou’s entrance.  //I want to enjoy every inch of you.//

Ryou closed his eyes and writhed on his back, his breath coming in short bursts.  The bed shifted under their movements. 

“Bakura…I don’t know…how much more I can take!”

Bakura kissed Ryou’s length one more time before withdrawing.  “I know Seto has to have lube around here!  This is his bedroom!”

Bakura crawled off of the bed, the waterbed swishing under Ryou.  He walked to the side table and opened the drawer.

“Lemon…spice….cherry…strawberry…Peaches?  Who knew Seto would enjoy these kinds of fragrances?”

Bakura grabbed the cherry. “This should be good.”

Ryou slid over on the bed, allowing his yami to lay beside him.  “Give me some of that, ‘Kura.”

Bakura covered Ryou’s fingers with the cherry scented oil. 

“Kiss me,” Ryou whispered.

Bakura felt his lover wrap his hand around his length.  Bakura thrust into the grip, his desire for his lover growing by leaps and bounds. 

Ryou ran his thumb over the tip of Bakura’s length, spreading the translucent residue over the length.

/Now it’s my turn./ Ryou whispered seductively.  Ryou gently pushed Bakura on his back, the waterbed swishing as Ryou straddled Bakura’s waist.

Ryou leaned down and kissed his yami’s lips.  Bakura thrust against Ryou, trying to enter his lover.

/No, my naughty little yami.  You can’t get inside me yet.  I haven’t had my fun yet.  That wouldn’t be fair, would it, love?/

Bakura whimpered in protest as Ryou raised his buttocks up enough to evade Bakura’s weeping member.

//Ryou, I need to be inside you.//

“Not yet, love.  You will be, though.”

The hikari leaned down and kissed Bakura’s chest as the yami laid moaning on the bed.  ‘Gods, he’s so beautiful,’ Bakura thought.

“Why, thank you, love,” Ryou responded.

“What?”

Ryou smiled. “You just called me beautiful.”

“Well, you are.  Anyone can see that….you’re so precious to me, Ryou.”

“As are you to me, akutenshi.”

Ryou leaned down and took Bakura’s left nipple between his lips, suckling at it slowly and running his tongue over the budded flesh.

“Ryou….I need you.”

Ryou gyrated against his yami, brushing himself against Bakura’s weeping, needing organ.

“I know you do, Bakura.  But we must go slow,” Ryou said, just brushing himself against Bakura.  The yami thrust his hips up, but his hikari had moved out of the way.  “We must take our time making love,” Ryou said as he let his hand drift over his own erection, twitching with need.

“Ryou, please….I must…”

Ryou shifted back and leaned down.  He kissed down Bakura’s body, taking his time to tease his yami affectionately.

Bakura writhed, deep moans echoing his pleasure.  The waterbed rose and fell with Bakura’s attempts to rub himself against Ryou.

A loud, deep groan was heard as Ryou swallowed around his lover’s length.  The man’s tongue trailed lightly up and down the stiffened flesh, torturing each contour with the wet, warm tongue. Ryou kissed the hard flesh gently, peppering it with little kisses from base to tip.

The waterbed rocked under Bakura’s arching and writhing.

Bakura sat up and Ryou lifted his head. The couple shared a deep kiss, the yami cupping Ryou’s face in his hands.

//I love you, Ryou.//

/I love you, too, Bakura./

Ryou rolled over on his back as Bakura cuddled up to Ryou’s side.  Bakura kissed Ryou’s cheek and coated his fingers with the  cherry oil. 

The yami rested his head against Ryou’s chest, listening to his lover’s heartbeat.  Bakura closed his eyes and sighed contentedly as Ryou ran his fingers through his spiky hair. 

//Ryou, get ready.//

Ryou closed his eyes and took a deep breath.  He relaxed his body, knowing what was going to happen.

/Go on, baby./

Ryou felt a slick finger press past the protective muscle protecting his entrance.  The slick digit slowly made its way inside, finally burying itself deep within his channel.  Ryou quickly tensed.

//Shhh..no, baby.  Don’t tense.  Relax.  It’s only me here, angel.//

Ryou buried his face in Bakura’s hair with a whimper. 

//Your father’s not here, Ryou.//

/I know./ Ryou whispered.

//Just keep taking deep breaths….that’s a boy.//

Ryou took a set of deep inhalations and exhalations as his body relaxed around the intruding digit. 

“Sorry, love,” Ryou apologized quietly.

“Don’t be, Ryou.”

Bakura waited until he felt Ryou’s nervousness dwindle.  His lover’s body relaxed as Bakura moved his digit within his body

Ryou thrust against the digit, the waterbed rising and falling with Ryou’s movements.

Ryou opened his legs more, giving his yami more access to his body.

Bakura kissed Ryou’s chest gently.   “My beautiful angel….you’re so perfect.”

“No,” Ryou sighed. “I’m not perfect, yami.”

Bakura raised his head and looked down at his mate.  “Of course you are, angel.  I never saw Heaven, Ryou.  I’ve been through hell…..But I never knew Heaven until you came into my life.”

Ryou brought his yami down for a kiss.  The hikari kissed his yami’s neck, sucking on the skin gently.  Bakura entered the second digit since Ryou was preoccupied. 

The yami spread his fingers inside Ryou’s channel, stretching it and preparing his lover gently for their lovemaking.

“’Kura….gods, baby…I want you.”

Bakura grinned. “You finally had enough?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to make love to you, Ryou?”

“Please…”

Bakura mounted his lover and covered his own length with the cherry oil.  “Do you want to feel me inside you?”

Ryou looked up at his yami. “For the love of Ra, Bakura! YES!”

Bakura chuckled. “Desperate, are we, hikari?”

“Bakura, I need to feel you inside me, please…”

The yami positioned himself at Ryou’s entrance and placed himself inside just a little.  He covered his lover with his body and slipped himself inside Ryou’s tight channel.

Ryou wrapped his legs around Bakura, pulling him closer until he was imbedded in his body.

Bakura kissed Ryou’s neck, trying to calm and relax his lover.

//Ryou, my light….//

Ryou wrapped his arms around Bakura and brought him into a tight embrace.

/My dark…./

Bakura thrust up slowly, the waterbed shifting slightly.  Ryou gave a quiet moan as his yami moved inside with care.  The last thing Bakura wanted to do was hit Ryou where his father had injured him.  It took precision not to hit it since it was close to Ryou’s prostate, but that was difficult to achieve in the wild heat of passion.

Bakura moved quicker within his lover, pulling back from Ryou slightly, only to slip inside a little deeper.  Ryou clutched onto Bakura as the waterbed moved more vigorously with each thrust of the yami. 

//Ryou, you are so hot….You’re a little tight, too.//

/It’s been a while, yami./

Bakura’s breathing hastened as he buried himself further inside Ryou, his body straining not to climax too soon.  Ryou’s breathing picked up its pace, his body tensing around the invading flesh.

//Do you like me inside you?//

/Yes….How good do I feel?/

//Sexy.//

Ryou let out a laugh.  /Oh really?/

Bakura nodded silently, his hot breath hitting Ryou harder as their lovemaking became more desperate.  The waterbed under them made Ryou’s hips rise and fall, making the yami not be able to hit Ryou’s prostate with each penetration.

Ryou was sensing his yami’s frustration at his inability to remain completely inside of him because of the rising and falling bed.

Bakura shifted himself closer to his husband, Ryou’s hips almost going off of the mattress.  Bakura thrust down into Ryou, the waterbed no longer in his way.

The hikari took himself in his hands and stroked his manhood with Bakura’s thrusts.

//Come for me, Ryou.  Come on…//

Ryou felt the familiar tightening in his gut.  He couldn’t thrust against his yami, and his body wept for release.

/Make me come, baby…/

The yami let out a growl and pounded harder into his lover.  Ryou stroked himself harder, his body trembling with passion. 

A drop of sweat fell off of Bakura’s forehead and landed on Ryou’s already-sweaty chest.  Bakura closed his eyes as his body began to tremble.  He slammed into Ryou’s prostate again and again, making the hikari moan louder with each impact.

Bakura slammed into Ryou and gripped the sheets as he leaned over his lover.  He growled as he climaxed, filling Ryou’s channel with his warm release. 

Ryou whimpered his release onto his chest.  Ryou’s arms fell limp on the bed and Ryou’s eyes closed.

“Ryou?”

Ryou didn’t respond.

“Oh, shit!”

Bakura put his hand to Ryou’s throat. His heart was beating fine.  Ryou had just passed out from their vigorous lovemaking. 

Bakura pulled back and out of his lover’s body.  He laid beside Ryou and stroked his cheek. 

“My angel.  I love you, Ryou.”  The yami planted a kiss on his unconscious lover’s forehead.

****************************

Malik sat down on the couch solemnly as his grip loosened on the phone.  “What do you mean you’re not coming home tonight?”

[Hikari, Aten needs me right now.  My place is by his side.]

“But, Marik….your family needs you here, too.”

[Malik, I know you want me to come home, but I can’t. Aten’s still not alert and nobody here knows Arabic.]

“He still can’t talk English?”

[No.  And he’s still going through withdrawal from that heroin shit. I can’t leave him now, Malik.  I just can’t as his father.]

Malik sighed. “Oh…okay, then.”

Marik sighed over the phone. [Tell you what.  Tomorrow when I come home, I’ll crawl into bed with you.  We’ll have a nice cuddle on the couch and watch some T.V. with Aria.  How’s that sound?]

“Don’t even bother!” Malik slammed the phone on the receiver and buried his face in his hands. 

Malik let out a sob, the tears flowing down his eyes. He needed Marik. He missed Marik.  He had been stuck at home doing all of the housework.  Nobody had even taken him to see Aten since he was released from the ICU.  He had been too busy caring for Aria at home to be noticed.

Ryou and Bakura left to spend the night in Seto’s fabulous summer home.

He was left home alone.

He heard a door slam outside, so he silenced his crying.  His tears continued to fall.

There was a silent kick at the door.  Malik opened the door and returned to his seat.

Bakura carried Ryou through the threshold, still unconscious.

Bakura heard a sniffle by the couch.  “Malik?  Are you okay?”

“Yes.” Malik stood up and entered the kitchen.

Bakura raised an eyebrow. ‘Malik, you are a shitty liar.’  The yami carried Ryou upstairs and removed his shoes.  He slipped Ryou into bed and returned downstairs to see Malik wiping his eyes in the kitchen.

“Malik?  Are you okay?”

The Egyptian’s head was lowered. “Yes….I’m fine.”

Bakura approached Malik.  “Then lift your head.”

Malik lifted his head a little. 

“All of the way, Malik Ishtar.”

Malik obediently raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

Aww, Malik…why are you crying?”

The Egyptian’s bottom lip trembled, he threw himself at Bakura, and sobbed. “Marik…..”

Bakura wrapped his arms around the other man, not knowing what to think.  “What about Ishtar?”

“He’s not coming home!  I miss him so much, Bakura!”

The white-haired yami lead Malik to the couch.  The two men sat next to each other.  Bakura held the crying hikari in his arms.

“I’m sorry, Malik.  Ishtar sometimes has his head up his ass.  I love him, but he can be as stubborn as a jackass sometimes.”

“Bakura, I haven’t been with him in such a long time!  I don’t even know how he feels anymore!  I don’t even remember his touch!”

Bakura held Malik to his chest. “I apologize for Isthar, Malik.  He shouldn’t have ignored you.” Bakura kissed Malik’s forehead.  “He should be here.” The yami kissed beside Malik’s eye.  “He doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Bakura said, pressing his lips to Malik’s.

Malik closed his eyes and sniffled as Bakura kissed him.  He raised his hands and buried his fingers in the spiky white hair.  Bakura’s roaming hand slipped underneath Malik’s shirt and caressed the Egyptian boy’s body.

Bakura kissed down Malik’s neck, running his hands over Malik’s body.

“I’m sorry *kiss* that I haven’t been *kiss* paying attention to you *kiss* like I should *kiss*.”

Malik sniffled. “I know, Bakura. I feel like…I’m forgotten.”

Bakura sighed. “I’m sorry, Malik.  I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“I do.”

The yami stroked Malik’s cheek gently.  “Well, let me talk to Ishtar about it, Malik.  You know how bull-headed he gets.”

“I know.”

Bakura leaned in and kissed Malik’s neck, sucking and licking the tan flesh.  “Let me pay attention to you for a while, Malik.  I know that I’ve been so busy lately.  Just you and me….what do you say?”

Bakura pulled back and removed Malik’s shirt.  He kneeled between Malik’s spread legs.  “Just you and me, Malik.  It’s not often that you and I are together alone.”

The hikari smiled. “I’d like that. Will Ryou be okay?”

“Yeah, he’ll be fine.  He may limp a little, but he’ll be fine,” Bakura said with a satisfied smile.

Malik snickered. “Hmm…it’s been a while since I’ve limped.”

Ishtar will do that to you.  Hell, he did that to me five thousand years ago.  You try riding a horse the next day after getting screwed by him all night!  It’s not an easy thing.”

Malik laughed. “I guess not.  I don’t think I could do that. Making love to Marik and then riding a horse afterwards?  Ouch.”

Bakura and Malik chuckled. Bakura rested his head against Malik’s chest as he laughed. 

“Tell me about it!” Bakura laughed.  “Trust me, it’s hard to steal and concentrate knowing that you can’t sit right on your horse!”

Malik snickered. “I can imagine.”

Bakura started kissing Malik’s collarbone, tracing it with his tongue.  Malik smiled and pulled Bakura’s shirt off.  He tilted his head back and ran his hands over Bakura’s back as the yami kissed his tan skin. 

Bakura’s hands ran down Malik’s side, touching the man, and letting his fingers explore the young body.  The yami’s hands slid down and cupped the Malik’s bulge forming on the front of his pants. 

“Bakura,” Malik moaned as he moved himself against the hand massaging him.

Bakura groped Malik as his kisses drifted lower on the Egyptian boy’s body.

The yami tugged at the rim of Malik’s jeans, unbuttoning them.  He kissed over the front of Malik’s underwear as he pulled down the jeans.  He removed the rest of the hikari’s clothes.

Bakura swallowed around Malik’s length as the Egyptian slid down on the couch.

“Feels so good, Bakura,” Malik moaned as he gripped the sides of the couch. 

The yami grinned and let his tongue flutter lightly over the slit. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

“I hope not,” Malik grinned.

“I guarantee it.”

Bakura’s tongue fluttered over the opening in Malik’s length, tasting the slightly salty fluid slipping out. 

You enjoying yourself, Hikari Ishtar?”

“Gods, don’t stop….”

Bakura’s tongue licked up the twitching flesh, feeling Malik tremble with delight.

Tiny kisses up the underside of the flesh made Malik’s skin damp with sweat.

“I have no intentions on stopping….until I watch you come.”

Malik arched his back and started thrusting against Bakura, his body wanting closer contact.

“Do you want to come, Malik?”

“Yes.”

Bakura smiled. ‘What is it with these Ishtars enjoying dirty talk?  I’ll never understand it.’

Bakura hardly spoke dirty to Ryou. The last thing Ryou needed was a reminder of how cruel Bakura used to be.  There was also Steven.  It was obvious that Steven spoke dirty to his son during their time together.  So, Bakura did little dirty talk.

For some odd reason, the Ishtars enjoyed it.

The yami deep-throated his other lover, drawing on the manhood hungrily.

Malik thrust up into the heat as he gripped onto the couch. 

Bakura purred around the length, sending ripples across its skin.

The hikari leaned over and brought Bakura into a kiss.  He pulled the yami on top of him. 

The two men shared a deep kiss, unaware that Aria was walking down the steps half asleep.

Malik opened his eyes and gasped.

Bakura pulled back and saw his daughter going into the kitchen with a yawn, completely ignoring the fact that he was on top of a naked Malik.

Chibi Yami? What are you doing up?”

“Go back to kissing Malik, daddy. I was thirsty and wanted a glass of milk.”

Bakura stood up.  Malik put a blanket over himself. Bakura went into the kitchen.  “What are you doing awake?”

“Is Aten home?”

“No, honey, Aten’s still in the hospital for another five weeks.”

Aria poured the milk into her cup.  Aww….that’s too bad.  I really miss my brother.”

“We’ll take you to see him tomorrow, chibi.  Let’s see those canines!”

Aria growled, revealing her sparkling teeth. 

“Those things are blinding!  Okay, Chibi Itemri…back to bed for you.”

Aria headed up the stairs. “Just please don’t make as much noise as you do with my mommy, Malik.”

Malik blushed as he gripped the blanket covering his nakedness.  He sighed in relief when the girl was gone.  “It’s scary how she walks down the steps and completely ignores the fact that I’m naked and you’re kissing me.”

Bakura shrugged. “She doesn’t care.  She’s been brought up with us being so open with each other that it doesn’t bother her.  She’s half asleep anyway.”

Malik snickered. “Yeah, she sleeps like the dead….just like you and Marik.”

The yami’s white hair twitched. “The dead sleep pretty well, actually.  Be back in a moment.”

Bakura ran upstairs and sneaked into his bedroom.  Ryou was still sleeping soundly on the bed, curled up in a fetal position.  Bakura bit his lip trying to hold back from squishing his sleeping husband.

He grabbed a bottle of vanilla-scented lube and shut the door quietly behind him.

Bakura ran down the stairs and opened the bottle. He took the blanket and tossed it off of the Egyptian.  “You don’t need that anymore, koi.”

Bakura took Malik’s fingers and covered it with the vanilla-scented lube.

“You want me to prepare you, Bakura?” Malik asked raising an eyebrow curiously. 

“No,” Bakura said as he kissed down to Malik’s chest again.  “I don’t want you to prepare me, Ishtar. I want to watch you prepare yourself.”

Bakura leaned in towards Malik and pressed his lips to him.  The Egyptian eagerly welcomed the kiss as he slipped a single finger into himself.

He moaned into Bakura’s kiss, letting the yami dominate. 

“Bakura…”

“My boy enjoying himself?”

Malik whimpered in response as he slipped another digit into his passage.  He raised his hips with his motions. 

Bakura’s hands roamed down Malik’s body and wrapped his hand around the erection. 

“It’s been such a long time since you’ve touched me, Bakura.”

“I know, Malik. I’ve missed touching you like this.”

Malik nodded. “Feels so good, Bakura.”

Bakura sat on the couch and pulled Malik on top of him.  Malik placed himself on top of Bakura’s manhood and slid down on the length.

Malik gripped Bakura’s shoulder as he felt Bakura’s manhood fill him.  When his body had absorbed Bakura’s length, Malik rest his head against Bakura’s chest. 

“You okay?” Bakura asked as he stroked Malik’s blond hair. 

Malik started to move on Bakura, rocking on Bakura’s hardness.  The blond kept his grip on Bakura’s shoulders as he rode him slowly at first.

The yami’s hand wrapped the blond’s length, stroking his partner.

“Bakura…gods…don’t stop.”

Bakura grinned. “Like I said, I have no intention on stopping until you come for me.”

The yami grabbed Malik’s hips and helped him move.

Bakura thrust up into the body above him. The Egyptian moaned as he rocked harder against the yami.

“I need you, Bakura,” Malik begged as he touched himself.

“Come, Malik…come for me.  That’s it...”

Bakura grunted as he thrust high into Malik’s body, making contact with his prostate.  Malik whimpered as Bakura held his hips down.

Malik gripped Bakura’s shoulders as his body trembled.  He breathed heavily, his body giving into frantic movements on his lover.

He collided on Bakura harder and more vigorously.

The blond leaned in and possessed Bakura in a hungry kiss.

“Bakura!” Malik groaned as he climaxed, spilling his release between the two of them.

Bakura held Malik close as he filled his lover with his release.

Malik fell forward on Bakura, weeping. “Thank you, Bakura.”

Bakura stroked Malik’s blond hair.  It’s okay, Malik.  I’m here. I’ll hold you.”

The yami held Malik against him until Malik fell asleep on him.

Bakura laughed as he heard Malik snore.  He smiled with pride.  He had exhausted both of his lovers to the point of sleep.

‘I still haven’t lost my touch.’

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Joey knocked on Serenity’s bedroom door. Jaimen had told him that she had gone to her room when she woke up. 

He knocked on her door.

“Come in.”

Joey walked into the room.  “Serenity, we have to talk.”

Serenity ran to Joey and hugged him crying. “That evil Mokuba Kaiba punched me!”

Joey pushed her away. “You started it!  Why are you like this? You are not the sister I knew in Battle City!  You are not the sister I knew when we were kids.”

Serenity reached for Joey. “Big Brother, come home with me!  This place is violent!”

“YOU WANT TO KNOW VIOLENT! I’LL SHOW YOU VIOLENT!”

Joey ripped off his shirt and turned his back to Serenity.  Tiny scratches covered his back.  Joey turned to her and showed her his wrists. “See these scars?  They are from my father!  OUR FATHER DID THIS TO ME!”

Serenity’s jaw dropped.  “Our father couldn’t have…”

Joey held his wrists closer to her.  The red scars were still visible.  Tears swelled in his eyes.

His bottom lip trembled.

“My father did this.  Our father did this.  He tied me up, Serenity.  He tied me to my bed.”

“Our father was a loving, gentle man!”

Joey pulled down the side of his jeans.  A set of tiny purple marks was at his side.  “I’ve had bruises on my hip so many times as a kid, that they left marks!”

“He hugged us and bounced us on his knee!”

Joey leaned down, his eyes narrowing. “You know what?  He put me on his knee and  FUCKED ME!  That is what he did!  He FUCKED ME! He tied me to the bed at seven years old! He tied me down and fucked me until I was sore!”

Serenity turned white.  “No…he didn’t.”

“Yes…he did. He’s the one who got me addicted to the shittin’ alcohol!  I’ve been wrestling with alcoholism since I was 10.  I’ve been addicted to Jack Daniels since ten years old!  It was the only thing that numbed the pain!”

Serenity crossed her arms. “You lie!”

Joey fell to his knees.  He hunched over in a fit of sobbing.  “I was nothing but daddy’s whore for eight years. He hated me.  He made me come for him.  He tied me down.  He took me anytime he wanted.  Daddy hated me. Why did he have sex with me at seven years old?  DADDY WAS A SHITTY FATHER AND NOTHING YOU SAY CAN TAKE THAT AWAY!”

Serenity’s body relaxed. “He….He touched you?”

“He’s the reason for all of my problems with alcohol.  I’m lucky to have Seto. I was living on the streets. He brought me into his house. He was the only one who gave two shits about me.  I cannot leave KaibaCorp.  This is the first family I have ever had.  I cannot leave the man that I love for a family I barely know.”

Serenity grabbed her suitcase. “You are making a mistake.”

Joey looked up at her from the floor. “If you call this a mistake, may I keep making this mistake for the rest of my life.

“The Kaibas are cruel.”

“They took me in.  They gave me food and shelter. I have fallen in love with Seto Kaiba, no matter what he was like in Duelist Kingdom or Battle City.  If you cannot accept that, or if mom cannot accept that, that is your problem…and something you have to deal with.”

Serenity threw clothes into her suitcase. “I can’t stay here!  You are making a foolish mistake.”

Joey stood up. “No, Serenity.  I am not the mistake. You are.”

“PARDON ME???”

“I never should have let you stay.  I should have turned you away when I first saw you, but I thought you were different. You’re not the sister I once knew.”

Serenity narrowed her eyes. “You’re the brother I once had who had common sense!  This marriage is going to fail!”

Joey sighed. “I called Karl.  You have ten minutes to pack.  I want you out.  Tonight.”

Serenity reached into her bureau and grabbed her clothes.  “I wouldn’t stay here another minute!  I’m going away and I’m not telling you!”

“I have no care to hear about where you are going or what you do with your life.  Go.  Get out of my life.”

Joey turned and left the room.  “Leave my life forever.’

Joey walked down the hallway and entered Seto’s room.  His lover was sitting by the bed waiting for him.

“Come here, puppy.”

Seto opened his arms and Joey walked into them.  Seto rested his head against Joey’s chest. 

“I love you, Joey.”

Joey stroked the brunet’s hair.  “I, too, Seto Kaiba…with all my heart.”

 

Updates: Tuesday

Note: I’m starting a new job on Monday.  9 hours a day from afternoon to night. So, my writing time is cut dramatically seeing as I am also caring for my parents, and my sister  doesn’t really help around the house.