Welcome to all my new and old readers and reviewers! This is the sequel to “Hostile Takeover” also
written by me. Enjoy!
WARNINGS FOR STORY: YAOI! (MALE X MALE SEX) LEMON! I always give good warning before a Lemon
chappie. However, this story starts with a lemon. This story contains yaoi, so IF YOU DON’T
LIKE YAOI, FINE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! Also, this story may have one Yami x
Bakura lemon (if you know my stories, it will be NCS). I’m not sure if I’m
going to put it into the story yet.)
WARNINGS FOR CHAPPIE: LEMON!
This story starts with a lemon.
Background: In “Hostile Takeover,” Bakura tore up Steven’s
card (Ryou’s father) releasing a virus in five years time. The yamis are supposed to die on the fifth
year anniversary of Bakura tearing the card. He tore the card in half on
Christmas night.
NOTE: This story takes place 5 years after “Hostile
Takeover.”
THIS IS A RYOU X
BAKURA LEMON CHAPPIE!
First Signs
Ryou brought his yami into a deep, passionate kiss as a moan
escaped him. Bakura added another digit
into Ryou’s body slowly, feeling his lover’s muscles tighten around him.
Bakura kissed down Ryou’s neck, taking care to place
butterfly kisses on the vein pulsing with Ryou’s heartbeat.
The hikari smiled as he felt his yami inside of him. He caressed the spiky hair as Bakura rested
still in Ryou’s body.
“My Ryou…..my beautiful hikari.”
Ryou cupped Bakura’s cheeks. “Love you. You know that, right?”
Bakura placed a light kiss on the tip of Ryou’s nose. “Yeah, I know you love me. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t let me be doing
this right now.”
“Can’t argue with that logic.”
Bakura rolled on top of his hikari and licked the contours of
Ryou’s collarbone. Ryou kissed the top of Bakura’s head.
Bakura removed his fingers from Ryou’s body and kissed the
flesh above Ryou’s heart. “Love you, Ryou.”
Ryou sighed contentedly as he felt Bakura enter into
him. Both pairs of chocolate brown eyes
locked on each other. The yami smiled
when he became sheathed completely in the warmth of his lover’s body.
“My angel,” Bakura whispered as he stroked Ryou’s cheek.
“My dark,” Ryou smiled as Bakura started to move inside of him.
Ryou pulled the thin bedsheet over
them. They had learned the hard way two years ago to keep a bedsheet
over them.
******Flashback*****
Bakura moved quickly into Ryou’s body, the hikari’s body full
of sweat and his body red with passion from their lovemaking.
Without notice, their daughter, Aria, walked in on
them.
“MOMMY! DADDY! What are you doing?”
Bakura looked over his shoulder and froze as his daughter ran
over to the side of the bed. His length still buried deep inside his lover.
“Umm…Umm….We’re doing….gymnastics,
Aria. Go back to bed.”
Ryou gave Bakura a playful little slap on the shoulder.
“Honey, your father and I are making love.”
The little girl cocked her head to the side and she scratched
her spiky white hair. “Making love? How
do you make it?”
“Ryou…I don’t think…”
“Yami, we can’t shelter her from it. That wouldn’t be right.”
Bakura pulled himself out of Ryou, his body still twitching
from needing release.
Ryou turned on his side. “Making love is what two adults do
when they love each other. It’s
something very special that is shared between two people.”
“Oh. So, if you’re
making love, can I see what you made so far?”
Ryou blushed red as he felt his yami enter him from behind,
away from Aria’s eyes. “Umm…
You can’t see it, Aria.
Oh..gods…yami…I’m talking to….our…daughter. Get out of me for a second.”
A whine of protest came from the yami.
“This is how daddy and I express our love for each other.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Ryou saw the little girl’s hair twitching. She was trying to
understand. “What do you need, baby
girl?”
“Oh….I just came in because I had a bad dream. Can I come into bed with you?”
*********END FLASHBACK****
Bakura slowly moved within his hikari’s body, eliciting a
moan of pleasure from Ryou.
Ryou wrapped his legs around Bakura’s waist, drawing him
closer. The yami leaned down, kissing
Ryou gently on the lips as he moved faster within his lover’s body.
“Ryou…gods….I love you.”
“I love you, too, yami.”
Ryou gave another moan as the door to the room opened.
Ryou looked over and saw his eight-year-old son, Aten,
standing by the bed clutching his chest.
Bakura stopped and looked up at Aten, the Egyptian boy’s face
red and thin.
“Mommy…..tant…..beave. Heart hurts.”
Bakura slipped out of Ryou’s body as Ryou sat up to examine
his son.
“You can’t breathe, baby?”
Aten took a deep breath, his lungs sounding very
congested. The eight-year-old leaned
over, clutching the bed for support.
“Bakura, go wake up his father and grab his heart medication,” Ryou said as he
gathered the chibi on his lap.
Aten gripped onto him tightly, his chest rising slowly. A series of harsh coughs shook his thin
frame. Ryou leaned over to turn on the
light.
Aten was dressed in his green monkey pygamas,
his smooth white and blond hair falling around his bony shoulders.
Marik ran into the bedroom naked. He never slept with clothing. “Son? You’re having a hard
time breathing?”
Aten nodded as he grabbed Marik’s hand tightly.
“Tant….beave…”
Bakura ran into the room and gave Aten his heart medication. Malik ran into the room wearing his black
boxers.
Aten’s body quaked again with another series of congested
coughs.
Ryou shook his head. “I have to take him to the
hospital. That heart medication won’t
help his breathing. Marik, are you coming?”
Aten’s brown and purple eyes turned wearily to Marik. “Peas…tum, daddy.”
Ryou turned to Bakura and Marik. “Someone has to stay with
Aria.”
“I’ll stay with her,” Malik said.
Aten’s breath started to come in short, desperate gasps.
Ryou put Aten onto the bed and got dressed. Marik ran into his room, threw on his
clothes, and grabbed the Millennium Rod. Bakura got dressed quickly.
“Want…..money.”
Malik ran into Aten’s room and grabbed one of his monkey plushies. He gave it
to Aten and watched the chibi clutch onto it tightly.
“Marik, grab Aten’s health insurance card.”
Marik grabbed the card from Ryou’s wallet. Ryou carried Aten out to the car, still in
his monkey pajamas.
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They entered the Emergency Ward of Domino Hospital. Ryou was fighting back the tears as he ran
Aten to the desk.
“My son just woke up complaining he can’t breathe.”
The nurse looked up slowly.
“Okay. Well, just have a seat and we’ll be right with you.”
Marik’s hair twitched and became spiky. “Listen…MISS…my son
can’t breathe! Now, you can either sit there and watch me send your ass to the Shadow
Realm, or you can get off your lazy ass and get me a doctor!”
The woman blew a bubble from her gum. “Are you threatening me?”
Aten gasped for air and clutched onto his plushie tighter.
“Air….”
Ryou slammed his fist on the desk. “My son is suffocating!
Get a doctor!”
“Aten Ishtar?”
a nurse said as she saw Aten through the
window.
“Aten Ishtar?” the nurse ran to Ryou holding the child.
“What’s wrong with him, Ryou?”
“Katie, Aten can’t breathe!
He says his chest is hurting him again.”
Katie turned to the woman at the desk. “When Aten Bakari Ishtar comes into the Emergency Department, you send
him in right away! Especially if he
can’t breathe!
Katie opened the door for the family. Ryou and Bakura ran in.
Marik pointed the Millennium Rod at the woman in the chair.
“You better watch yourself, Missy….You have no idea who you are dealing with!”
Marik ran in through the door. They took Aten to an
examination room. Ryou laid the child on
the table.
“Tell me what happened, Ryou,” Katie said as she checked
Aten’s vital signs.
“Bakura and I were in bed and Aten just ran into my room
complaining he couldn’t breathe and I made sure he had his medicine, but I
didn’t think it would help his breathing, so I had to bring him here.”
Bakura raised an eyebrow. Ryou sounded like Aria for a
moment. Bakura put a hand on the
hysterical mother. Ryou had been turned
into a woman by a spell and became pregnant by both Bakura and Marik. Aria and Aten were the result. Ryou had changed back into a male, he
continued to be considered “mother” to the two chibis.
Aten held onto his mother’s hand as Katie listened to his
heartbeat. “His heart rhythm is abnormal
again.”
Dr. Zira arrived. “Hello, Aten.
I heard you can’t breathe.”
Aten coughed again. “No…”
“Katie, go get a hospital bed for Aten.”
Katie ran out and got a bed for Aten.
“We’re going to need to take a chest X-ray. We’ll have to hook him up to an I.V., too,
probably.”
Zira wheeled Aten to the emergency
room. Zira
watched the heart beat and scratched his head as he watched the image. “Katie,
can you take a vial of blood?”
Katie approached Aten with the needle and Aten shivered. “I
know you’re afraid of sharp objects, honey, but I promise make this as painless
as possible.”
Aten could hardly feel the prick of the needle as Katie took
the test. He still let out a tiny “ow.”
“I know, babe.”
“What do you think, doctor?”
Zira scratched his head. “I think we’ll
have to keep him tonight. What is wrong
exactly, I don’t want to say until I get the results of the blood test. There’s definitely fluid around Aten’s
heart. His heart is also twice the size
it should be.”
Zira had his suspicions. “We’ll have to wait for the tests and see the
results.”
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Miranda was woken up by the phone ringing. Her hand reached for the receiver, missing it
the first few rings.
She yawned. “Hello?....Oh, Hi,
Ryou. You got a favor to ask?
Sure…..*yawn*….shoot…..Oh no! The hospital? Yeah, sure, Robbie can bring Aten’s homework
home from school. That’s no
problem.
Miranda staggered out of her bed. She yawned and stretched. After putting on her bathrobe, she woke up
her son.
The chibi opened his blue eyes and ran his hands through his
black hair. He stretched and wiggled his
toes. Miranda was fortunate Robbie had
no problem waking up in the morning.
“Honey, you’ll have to pick up Aten’s homework. He’s sick and in the hospital.”
Robbie sat up quickly. “Aten’s sick? Oh no!
Can I go see him?”
“You have to go to school, little soldier.”
Robbie pouted and looked up at his mother with large, chibi
eyes.
“The pout doesn’t work on me, mister.”
Robbie sighed. “I know, mommy.”
“Time to get out of bed, Robbie.
How about waffles for breakfast..with
butter and maple syrup?”
Robbie threw the covers off of himself. “Yeah,
sure, mom.”
The threw his legs over the side of the bed
and yawned again. He stood up on
wobbling legs. His legs were always weak
when he first left the bed in the morning.
His right clubbed foot, turned into his body and twisted, didn’t make
standing easy in the morning. It was a
trick of balancing his weight on his good foot.
He limped to the bathroom and cleaned up. He dressed and
limped downstairs.
His mother had his breakfast waiting for him. She packed his lunch in his Army lunchbox and
packed his books in his G.I. Joe school bag.
“What’s wrong with Aten, mommy?”
“His heart is acting up again.”
“Oh…..it makes me sad when his heart hurts him. It just makes me wish his heart was
good. Because I’m sad when he’s in the
hospital and I can’t play with him.”
Miranda pat her son’s back. “You can play with him a little
today in his hospital room. I can bring your army men when I come pick you up
after school.”
Robbie’s eyes lit up and he bounced excitedly. “Really? You’d do that for me?”
Miranda smiled. “I certainly would, babe.”
“Umi’s gonna be sad when he hears
that Aten’s in the hospital.”
“Maybe you boys can make him a card or write him a note. I’m sure he’d like that.”
Robbie nodded excitedly.
“Yeah! Sounds great!”
“Go brush your teeth and you can play in the school yard a
bit.”
Miranda let Robbie brush his teeth and drove him to school.
When she returned home, she ate breakfast, showered, dressed, and started her
housework. When she was done, the house
was spotless. Robbie had clean clothes
and so did she.
When she was finally done, she turned on the television to
watch the news. The mailman slipped the mail through her door. She groaned as
she stood up. Too much housework always
made her stiff, but it was worth it.
She looked through the envelopes. Bill. Bill. Bill. Junk Mail. More Junk Mail.
A package from the Navy? “What’s this all about?”
The television interrupted her inquiry. The man on the screen
spoke. “Breaking news!
We have just received word that the U.S.S. Gallant has been
attacked. Sources say that a bomb
exploded in the ship’s cargo bay. Seven
men were killed and fifteen men were injured.”
Miranda sat down on the couch slowly and covered her mouth.
“Daniel…..”
“No one has claimed responsibility for the bombing.”
Miranda turned off the television and looked at the package
from the Navy. Her eyes swelled with
tears as she held onto the package tightly.
“Please…God….don’t let Daniel be….dead.”
She opened up the letter with a quivering hand and read it,
the color draining from her face:
Dear Mrs. Morgan,
We regret to inform you that your husband, First Officer Daniel
Allan Morgan, has been……..
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