WARNING: MALIK X MARIK LEMON AT END OF CHAPPIE! YAOI!!!!

thunderchaos: Bakura’s not going to die first, but that is a good guess. Umi really likes Aria, so it only goes to show how much he really likes her by searching for her.

Valea: I graduated. To Diane, Aria isn’t human, just a test subject. I thought the dog was a nice twist to the story. Aria needs something to hold onto while she is with them.

Kura Magician Girl: Aria will just get a little flu from the virus. She doesn’t get affected too badly.

Broken Time: I thought the dog would be a nice addition. I did have fun. My wife got sunburned though. Darn it, it was hot in Philly!

Tan Helyanwe: I went home to the States for my graduation and vacation. I did enjoy the time. Got next to no writing done. I haven’t decided Diane’s fate yet. I’ll have to ponder that one.

Maruken: Aria isn’t all sunshine. She is more yami than Aten is. Aria can tap into her powers with fewer repercussions.

anubiset: Seto will continue to faint….even when he sees Miranda exercising with a pregnant belly.

Marik Ishtar77: I came home safe and won some at AC. Got little writing done. I needed the break.

Dragon Tears: I don’t know what I’m going to do with Diane yet. I’ll have to see.

Kschur32: Aria won’t return home for a while.

sweetmisery: Yes, Aria and Umi will get together when they get older.

Shadow of Light: Aria and Aten are adorable! I don’t know what would happen if I didn’t have my kids in the story.

Lady Elfskye: I did have a great time. Aria won’t be rescued for a long while yet. They end up taking her for a journey overseas to Egypt.

Terra: Ryou won’t handle missing one of his kids too well. He’s afraid Aria may meet the same fate as Aten.

jupitor knight: That little dialogue between Bakura and Aria was priceless! I had to put it in!

bakachibivoidfox: Thanks! Glad you liked the chappies! The next two will hopefully be just as entertaining! Keep that vacuum handy for later.

GT5459-B

Diane unlocked the door the next morning and found Aria laying on her back, her eyes half-open. A tiny moan escaped her as Diane hovered over her. The puppy beside her backed into the corner and whimpered pitifully. The two doctors closed the door behind them.

Diane turned to the two doctors. “Make sure that mutt doesn’t interfere.” Diane kneeled beside the girl on the ground. “Hello, sweetheart.”

Aria squinted her eyes. “Mommy?”

Diane shivered. “No, I’m not your mother,” she sneered. “I’m going to be your new doctor.”

Aria breathed deeply and wheezed. “Doctor Zira is my doctor.”

“I’ve heard of Zira, Aria. He’s a quack! He’s no doctor, honey. He’s a butcher!”

Aria rubbed her eyes. “He cares for my brother who has a bad heart.”

Diane turned to the doctors. “We have to get our hands on him next. There has to be a reason the boy has a bad heart. Maybe it’s genetic! Maybe the boy is the key to unlocking the biological mystery surrounding these two. We could always do exploratory surgery.”

One of the doctors raised an eyebrow. “That would most likely kill the subject.”

“Then we do an autopsy on the boy and dump the body on the pier when we’re done. Or…..we could always store the boy’s body in the freezer so we can slice it down and examine him layer by layer,” Diane said calmly.

Aria grabbed Diane’s arm weakly. “Don’t…hurt…Aten!”

Diane chuckled. “Now, now, my dear. You are in no position to demand anything from me. You belong to us now.”

Aria sat up slowly and struggled to her feet slowly.

“Now where do you think you are going, little one?”

Aria took a step and collapsed as the room started to spin. “Home…..”

Diane grinned and picked up the girl on the ground. “Get used to the way we conduct business here, Aria. You’ll be the pride and joy of GeneTech for years to come. Besides, as part of the GeneTech Family, you’re name is not “Aria.” Your new name is Subject ‘GT5459-B.’”

Diane turned to the doctors. “She’s walking on her own. We can’t have that.”

One of the doctors removed a needle from his pocket and injected a light sedative into the girl’s arm. Aria coughed and let out a whimper as the sedative kept her too drowsy to move.

Diane picked her up and carried her under her arm.

“You belong to GeneTech now, GT5459-B, and you’re just going to have to accept that.”

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They removed Aria’s clothing and washed her. They strapped Aria’s arms and legs to a gurney. Diane watched smiling as they tattooed Aria’s upper right arm with her number: GT5459-B. They also tattooed her with the GeneTech logo.

Aria whimpered as she was tattooed. Tears ran down her face as she whimpered for her mother.

When the tattoo was finished, they placed a hospital gown on her.

Diane helped the doctors in securing the nodes to her head to examine her brain wave patterns.

Aria closed her eyes tightly and started to quiver.

“I know you are hungry, 5459-B, but if you behave, we will feed you breakfast when you return to your containment area.”

Aria sniffled as another wave of dizziness swarmed around her. She took a deep breath, wheezing as she did so.

Diane read the print-out of the EEG. “There’s some extra activity in near the brain stem. It seems to be concentrated there.”

The other doctor examined the paper as it printed. “There shouldn’t be that much activity there!”

The other doctor stood by the paper. “Humans only use ten percent of their brains. The report suggests that this girl is using much more than ten percent!”

“How much more?” Diane asked.

“She’s using eighty percent of her brain, at least. Parts of the brain which are normally unused are bursting with electrical activity!”

Diane and the other doctor looked stunned. “This child is using more of her brain than the average human adult? How is that possible?”

The doctor shrugged. “It shouldn’t be possible! At all!”

“Well, Dr. Flemming, it is.”

Diane looked down at the child. “It’s amazing!”

She removed a thermometer and took Aria’s temperature through the ear. “99.3. Hmm…I wonder if that is normal for her.”

Aria coughed and took a deep breath. A rattle sounded in her chest.

“Jack, take another blood test. Let’s make sure our subject doesn’t have a viral infection.”

Jack took a vial of Aria’s blood as Diane returned to the EEG report.

“This child is extraordinary! I’ve never seen brain activity like this! If her brain waves are like this, I can only imagine what her brother’s brain waves would show! Maybe they’d be similar to his sister’s! We have to get our hands on him!”

“We will,” Jack said. “In time. Or when or if she dies.”

Diane looked down at Aria strapped to the gurney. Aria’s half-closed eyes looked up at the woman in exhaustion.

“If she dies, we have her brother.”

Aria narrowed her eyes angrily at the woman, but said nothing.

Diane brushed back her curly brown hair and leered down at the girl as if she were a common animal.

“Remove the nodes. We’ll study her skeletal structure. But first, inject the dye into her system.”

Jack approached her with another needle and Aria turned her head away.

“I want to go home.”

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Aten opened his eyes and saw Zira and three nurses standing over him. The room spun on an axis.

“Dotor Zira….”

“Aten, son? You’re going to be okay.”

“What happened?”

Katie brushed back Aten’s hair. “You went into a seizure, sweetie. Does your chest hurt?”

Aten shook his head as he held his wrist. “Ow. My wrist hurts.”

Zira took Aten’s wrist and felt the bones. “Nothing is dislocated.”

Aten scratched at his head. “My head is itsy.”

Katie checked Aten’s scalp. “Your head is itchy? Does it hurt?”

“No, just itsy.”

Katie shook her head. “I don’t see anything.”

Zira took Aten’s pulse and looked at his watch. “Your pulse is good, Aten. Let me listen to your chest.”

Zira put the stethoscope to Aten’s chest and listened to his heartbeat. “Sounds good, Aten.”

Dr. Carrols walked in and smiled at her patient sitting up in the bed. “Hello, Aten! How do we feel this morning?”

Zira turned to Carrols. “Aten just had a seizure. I’m making certain it isn’t his body rejecting the pacemaker.”

Carrols removed her stethoscope from her jacket. She stepped on the other side of the bed and opened the back of Aten’s hospital gown to see the carving ‘MINE’ on Aten’s back.

“What is this?” Dr. Carrols asked.

Her finger brushed against the scar and Aten froze.

Zira looked up at the doctor. “I’ll fill you in as to the origin of that. Now is not the time.” Zira could feel Aten shudder at the sensation of the scar being touched.

Five years later, he could not handle someone touching his back. It made him afraid, embaressed, and ashamed that his back did not look like the way it had once been. He thought his back looked ugly and had refused to be without a shirt or tank top to cover ‘the word ‘MINE’ on his back.

Carrols put her stethoscope to Aten’s back. “Breathe deeply for me, Aten.”

Aten breathed deeply. She raised an eyebrow.

“Your heart sounds good, Aten. Does the incision site hurt?”

Aten nodded. “Yes.”

Carrols stood up. “We can’t give you something for the pain yet, Aten. We just gave you pain medication an hour ago.”

Aten’s eyes shut tightly and he grabbed the top of his right arm. “My arm! It hurts! Ow! Ow! My arm!”

Carrols turned to Katie. “Bring over the scanner! His body better not be rejecting the pacemaker!”

Zira helped Aten lay on his back. Aten grabbed Zira’s hand as he started to shake.

“Aten? What do you feel?”

“I’m afraid……people……white coats.”

Katie put the nodes on Aten’s chest as the machine started to beep steadily. “His heart isn’t beating abnormally.”

Carrols checked the pacemaker and found it was working properly.

Aten’s breathing returned to normal and he stopped quivering.

Zira shook his head. “I don’t think his body is rejecting the pacemaker. Katie, call Aten’s parents. Let them know that Aten will have to spend another day in the hospital.”

Aten groaned. “Another night? I want to go home!”

Zira and Carrols shook their heads. “This is for your own safety, Aten. We want to make sure that your body isn’t rejecting the pacemaker. This is for your own good.”

Aten sighed in defeat. “Tan I please have a tup of applesauce with my lunch if I tant go home?”

Zira ruffled the child’s hair. “We don’t see that as a problem.”

Aten’s bottom lip started to tremble. “I want to go home!” Aten started to cry into his hands. “I’m so stared and alone! I want to go home to my mommy! I don’t want to be here anymore!”

Aten sobbed, unable to understand the emotions overwhelm him from an unknown source.

“You’ve spent a lot of time in the hospital since you were little, Aten. We know you want to go home and we’ll try to get you home as soon as we--.”

“I want to leave here! I tant move! I tant beave! My hand hurts.”

Carrols pat Aten’s arm. “Sweetie, nothing is stopping you from moving.”

Katie left to call Aten’s parents. “Hello, Ryou Bakura?”

[Yes? Yes? Have you found Aria?]

“Excuse me? This is Katie from the hospital.”

[……oh. Sorry about that. Can Aten come home today?]

“We’re going to keep him here an extra night, Ryou. Aten had a seizure on us--.”

[A seizure??? Oh gods! Is he okay?]

“He’s fine, Ryou. We want to make sure his pacemaker isn’t being rejected and it’s the safest thing for Aten that we keep him.”

[Yes…..of course. Can we see him today?]

“You can come over and visit, Ryou. He’ll be glad to see you. He misses you.”

[I’ll be over, then.]

“Thanks, Ryou. Maybe bring a toy with you. I found some drawings sketched onto his dinner napkin. Maybe you can bring something for him to draw or paint.”

[I’ll do that. Thank you.]

Katie replaced the phone on the receiver. She returned to Aten and found the little boy nearly asleep.

Zira and Carrols were in the corner discussing Aten’s scars. Carrols crossed her arms against her chest and shook her head as Zira discussed the abuse that Aten received from his grandfather.

“He’s such a sweet little boy! How could anyone do that to him?”

Zira bit his lip. “I don’t know. But, I do know that if I ever see his grandfather, I’m gonna pop him in the jaw a few times.”

Carrols wrote Aten’s information into her chart. “I thought it would be difficult to take Aten’s case because he was a child with a terminal case of heart failure. But, knowing this……..it doesn’t make it any easier.”

Zira pat Carrols on the arm. “Hey, I delivered this baby into the world. I know what he is capable of. Aten is not a quitter. He doesn’t quit easily.”

Carrols returned to Aten and stared at the boy’s back when two visitors entered the room.

Tristan and Otogi entered the room and saw Aten shifting uncomfortably under Carrols’ gaze. Tristan went over to Aten and tied the back of his hospital gown to obscure the word from view. He knew Aten was self-conscious about his back and the word carved into the skin.

Carrols looked up at the two men. “Who are you?”

“I’m Tristan Taylor. I’m Aten’s uncle and I know he’s a little sensitive about his back.”

Carrols stepped back. “I’m sorry. I was just examining him.”

Otogi ignored the woman and stepped up to Aten’s bed. “Hello, little man! How are you doing today?”

Aten looked up at Otogi with his large brown and purple eyes. “Hello, Unkie Togi,” he said quietly.

Tristan ruffled the child’s hair. “How are you, little man?”

Aten yawned. “Tired. My arm hurts from the patemater.”

Tristan looked up at Zira. “Is it okay if we spend some time with the little man?”

Zira nodded. “Yeah, sure. We’ll leave you three alone.”

Tristan turned to the cardiologist. “Can we hold him?”

“Just be careful of his IV’s and his wires and he’ll be fine.” Carrols and Zira left the room.

Otogi put a gift in front of Aten. It was wrapped in monkey paper and tied with a red and gold bow at the top. Aten’s eyes lit up.

“A present? For me?”

Otogi nodded. “Yeah, Aten! I knew you were going to be in the hospital and I made these for you to help you feel better.”

Aten opened up the present, careful of his IVs and his wires. Tristan held up the wires so Aten wouldn’t pull one off.

Tristan felt bad for the eight year old boy stuck inside his hospital bed. Ryou had called him and told him about Aten’s terminal condition. When he told Otogi, Otogi cried, ran out to the grocery store, bought chocolate ice cream, ate some, cried some more, made love to Tristan, ate more ice cream, cried, made love to Tristan again, and fell asleep.

Tristan still had remnants of the limp.

Aten opened up the gift and opened the box. His eyes lit up and he squealed with joy. “SHORTBREAD TOOTIES!”

Otogi smiled proudly. “I made them special for you! No sugar. No salt. Nothing in them will make your heart hurt.”

Aten threw his arms around Otogi and hugged him. “Thank you, Unkie Togi! Thank you! I love your tooting!”

Otogi kissed the chibi’s white and blond hair. “I know you love my cooking, Chibi Marik.”

Tristan took a cookie and put it into his mouth. “I love Otogi’s cookies, too, Aten.”

Otogi crossed his arms. “Not here, Tristan!”

“The only thing your Unkie Togi needs to be complete is a frilly, lacy pink apron.”

Otogi’s lip extended into a pout.

Tristan grinned. “The pout doesn’t work on me. I AM Tristan.”

Tristan sat on the bed and brought Aten onto his lap. Otogi held the IV lines and the wires connecting Aten to the heart monitors.

Aten cuddled into Tristan’s chest and sighed. “Unkie Tistan?”

“What is it, little monkey?”

Aten sniffled and looked up at Tristan with large brown and purple eyes. “I miss my mommy and I want to go home.”

Tristan rocked Aten and kissed the chibi’s head. He placed his cheek against the smooth white hair, almost swearing that he was cuddling Ryou against him.

Aten hated to be separated from his mother. He suffered from separation anxiety stemming from his abduction. Whenever Ryou was separated from him, he knew his mother was being hurt. Since then, he became afraid and anxious when he was separated from Ryou.

Otogi stroked Aten’s cheek. “We know you are missing your mommy, Aten. They’ll be here to take you home.”

“Ashually, the dotors said I have to stay in the hopistal anutter day. Zira said I had a teesure and he not wants my body to reshect my patemater.”

Tristan bit his lip, trying his hardest not to squish the little chibi in his arms.

Otogi rubbed Aten’s hair and saw the desire to squish in Tristan’s eyes. “Tristan, he has IV’s, an incision, and nodes on his chest. Squishing is not a good idea.”

Tristan shook. “It’s so hard not to squeeze the shit right out of him!”

Aten’s eyes widened. “Unkie Tistan! You tant skish me! And you tant use that tind of langish! It’s naughty.”

Otogi winked at Tristan. “Well, Aten, Tristan is a very naughty boy.”

Tristan raised an eyebrow. “Otogi’s a naughty boy, too.”

Aten sighed and placed his fingers in one of Tristan’s button holes. He played with the button hole and yawned. “I want to go home.”

Tristan rocked the boy on his lap. “We know you do, Aten.”

“I dint lite it when Dr. Towels looted at my bat. It mate me feel untumfable.”

Otogi sat beside Tristan. “We know, Aten. She’s your new doctor?”

Aten nodded. “See’s my new tardolochist.”

“Your new cardiologist?”

“Yeah. See has pity hair. Don’t you tink, Unkie Togi?”

Otogi nodded. “Yes, Aten. She does have nice hair. I wonder what conditioner she uses.”

Tristan rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Why me?”

Aten yawned again. “I want to hug Robbie. I miss Robbie.”

Tristan nodded. “I know you miss him, little man. But, the doctors have to make sure your heart is happy and healthy before you can leave the hospital.”

Aten’s eyes started to close slowly. “I want my mommy and Robbie.”

Tristan felt the chibi start to become limp in his arms.

“I want my mommy.”

Otogi pat Aten’s back. “We know you want to go home, little man.”

“I want my Rob….Robbie.”

Aten turned his head and closed his eyes as he drifted into a morphine-induced sleep, his hand falling limp on his chest.

Tristan looked down at Aten’s body. “He’s out cold.”

Otogi kissed Aten’s cheek. “The little man is so tired! Poor little dear!”

Tristan turned to Otogi. “So, what do you think of the frilly apron?”

“Are you suggesting I actually wear that pink frilly apron you bought me?”

Tristan grinned and nodded. “You can wear it, Otogi, when you’re cooking. That is, can it be the ONLY thing you wear for me when you are cooking?”

“You want me to cook for you wearing only a pink frilly apron?”

Tristan pouted.

Otogi sighed. “Okay. I’ll cook for you wearing the pink frilly apron.”

“ONLY the pink frilly apron?”

“Only the pink frilly apron.”

Tristan grinned and kissed Otogi, still holding the sleeping child in his arms. “Oh, hell yeah!”

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Ryou walked up the stairs to his room. Bakura’s head was hanging off the side of the bed as a fit of coughing shook him. Ryou sat beside him and rubbed his back.

Ryou could feel Bakura’s ribs under his shirt. “Yami? Are you eating enough? You’re getting to be as skinny as Aten.”

“How can I eat if I’m coughing up a lung, Ryou?”

Ryou tried not to jump back from the bitter tone in Bakura’s voice. “I…I’m just concerned, Bakura.”

Bakura rolled onto his back and sighed in relief as the coughing episode was done. “What do you want?”

“The hospital has to keep Aten another day. They said he had a seizure and they want to make sure he’s alright.”

Bakura rubbed his forehead. “Okay. I guess we have to go see him, hmm? Just let me get up. Where’s Ishtar?”

“He’s in his room. He returned not too long ago. Marik went out early to look for Aria. He told me he was going to spend some ‘quality time’ with Malik.”

Bakura rolled his eyes and snickered. “Marik wants ‘quality time’ with Malik? That usually involves handcuffs and a ball gag.”

Ryou shook his head.

“What do you think, Ryou?” Bakura grinned, shifting closer to Ryou. “We haven’t spent any quality time together for a week. What do you say?”

Ryou stood up. “Yami, I can’t. I’m sorry. Aria is missing. Aten is in the hospital. I can’t right now.”

Bakura stood up as the sheets fell from his naked body. He pulled Ryou against him. “I know you want to spend some time with me, Ryou. I know you want me.”

Ryou nodded. “Well, I do, yami, but this is not the time. Maybe tonight.”

Bakura raised his hand and cupped Ryou’s cheek. “Remember ten years ago? I would stroke you and hold you against me.”

Ryou grabbed Bakura’s shoulders and held him at arm’s length. “You didn’t hold me, Bakura. You raped me and you know it.”

“I kissed you so gently.”

“You hit me.”

Bakura leaned in. “I made sweet love to you.”

“You called me a whore.”

Bakura ran his hands up Ryou’s shirt. “When it was all done, I cradled you in my arms.”

Ryou felt a wave of tears come to his eyes. “When it was done, you punched me.”

Bakura’s hands lowered down to Ryou’s pants, stroking him through the material. “I miss making love to you like that.”

Ryou’s brown eyes seeped tears. “You….you miss…that?”

Bakura grinned, his canines showing. “Oh, yes, Ryou….I miss it. Maybe we can make love like that tonight. I want to listen to you scream my name….moan and writhe under me.”

Ryou trembled from the memories of Bakura’s earlier abuse. He thought he would not have to live like that anymore. Bakura had regretted the way he treated Ryou.

Was Bakura losing his memories? What if Bakura was going senile?

“Bakura, I….I don’t want to live like that anymore. I don’t want the children exposed to that type of environment.”

Bakura cocked his head to the side. “What environment?”

“I don’t want Aria and Aten to grow up in a house where abuse is present. Gods, Bakura….Aten has seen and experienced enough already. I don’t want Aria to be afraid of her daddy,” Ryou sniffled.

“Aria won’t be afraid of me. I’m her father. I gave her life. Without me, she never would have been born.”

Ryou released his grip on Bakura. “I know, yami.”

“So, without me, you wouldn’t have her. So…in theory….you owe me.”

Ryou narrowed his eyes and pushed Bakura away. “Where did that come from?! I don’t owe you! I almost died having them, yami. Aria is the expression of the love that we have for each other! How could you think that I enjoyed our life together ten years ago? That is NOT how I wanted to spend my time!”

Bakura took Ryou’s shoulders and threw him down on the bed. He crawled on top of him. “This IS how I want to spend my time…hikari.”

Bakura kissed Ryou’s jawbone and down the neck.

“Yami! Stop it!”

Bakura’s hand brushed Ryou’s side, feeling the skin heat beneath his fingertips. “I know you’ll enjoy it. Just like you did ten years ago.”

“I will not let you do that to me again, Bakura!”

Bakura pinned Ryou’s wrists to the bed and snarled. “We can do this the hard way or my way, Ryou!”

Ryou narrowed his eyes and sent his knee straight up, kicking Bakura in the sensitive area between his legs.

Bakura fell forward, releasing Ryou’s wrists. With a growl and a flood of Egyptian obscenities, he grabbed his injured organ.

Ryou took Bakura and threw him off. “I don’t want you to touch me, Bakura! Leave me alone!”

Ryou ran out of the room and down the stairs, collapsing on the living room couch and sobbing into his hands. “I can’t live like that again.”

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Malik straddled his yami’s waist, kissing him softly on the neck. Marik’s arms were handcuffed above his head. His body squirmed as Malik ground his body against his yami’s length.

“You like that, yami?”

Marik moaned as Malik stroked his chest. “Mmm...Malik.”

The hikari grinned down at his yami, kissing him down his chest and down his stomach. Malik focused his gaze on his yami’s face bathed in ecstasy. The yami arched his back and rocked his hips against his hikari’s body.

“Please, Malik….I need you.”

Malik kissed down to the forest of dark curls surrounding his yami’s manhood. Marik groaned as his husband stroked his length, teasing it with his tongue.

A smile crossed Marik’s face as Malik licked around the soft flesh.

/That’s odd. Usually, he’s stiff as a board by now./ Malik thought.

“Hey! I’m trying!”

Malik looked up. “What?”

“I’m trying, Malik! Just keep doing what you are doing.”

/It’s rare that he reads what’s going on in my mind./

Malik engulfed his yami’s sex in his mouth, letting the warmth of his mouth and the movements of his tongue to stimulate his husband.

Marik leaned over with his handcuffed hands and put the bottle of lube by his leg.

/Let’s see if this works. This always works./

Malik coated two fingers with the lube and inserted them into his yami’s body. Marik moaned and his body shuddered as pleasure spread throughout his body.

Malik created a gentle sucking motion around Marik, making the yami try to bury himself deeper into the heat.

Malik licked up the length slowly, watching the sweat pour off of Marik’s face.

/He’s still not getting hard! Damn it! Guess I have to go to Plan B./

“Plan B? What is ‘Plan B’?”

Malik licked slowly up the length and coated himself with the lube.

Malik positioned himself at his yami’s entrance and leaned down, bringing his yami into a heated, passionate kiss. He slipped into his yami’s body, amazed that Marik’s body was not responding.

Malik looked down at Marik. “Yami? Are you…still…um…attracted to me?”

Marik shifted and moved his body up, allowing Malik to make contact with his prostate quickly. “Yes…why?...Oh gods, Malik…you feel so good!”

Malik looked down. Marik wasn’t become erect. “Yami, you’re not…hard yet.”

Marik looked down at his limp member and shrugged. “I need you, Malik. Make love to me, baby. Then it will be all good.”

Malik pulled out partially only to plunge deep into Marik’s tight heat surrounding him.

The hikari’s sweat pooled on his forehead as he penetrated his yami’s body over and over. Malik’s body began to shake as waves of pleasure crashed through him.

Marik’s body shivered as Malik’s pleasure flooded their mindlink. Marik looked up at his hikari and rubbed Malik’s chest. The hikari looked down and Marik was still not erect.

/What am I doing wrong? Maybe I’m not being rough enough for him to feel aroused. If I go harder, I may scare him./

“Do it, Malik,” Marik pleaded, his body rocking with Malik’s penetrations. “Harder…Don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?” Malik asked calmly.

Marik nodded. “Harder, hikari.”

Malik slammed into Marik’s body, making the yami moan loudly. The hikari grabbed Marik’s limp member in his hand and stroked him.

“Yami….can’t hold on for long.”

Marik moaned and arched his back as he felt Malik’s release crash into him. Malik collapsed on him breathing heavily.

Marik put his arms over Malik’s head and rubbed his hikari’s back with his handcuffed hands.

Malik looked up into his yami’s purple eyes. “Did you…you know?”

Marik shook his head. “No…I didn’t climax.”

“Are you feeling okay? Are you worried too much about Aten?”

Marik bit his lip. “I’m always worried about him, but I never had a problem with this before. Except….”

Malik rolled off of Marik. “Except?”

“Except….I slept with Bakura in the Archives Room in the museum. I couldn’t get hard there, either.”

Malik scratched his head. He knew Bakura and Marik were former lovers and knew that they still had feelings for each other. It didn’t bother him to know that Bakura and Marik continued their relationship.

“You couldn’t get erect there either?”

Marik shook his head. “No.”

“Maybe we need to go to Zira about this. He may be able to get you something to help you.”

Marik gripped onto Malik after the hikari removed the handcuffs. “I’m sorry I couldn’t…..you know. I’m sorry, hikari.”

Malik kissed Marik’s cheek. “It’s okay, yami. Let’s see Zira and he’ll be able to help.”

Malik held onto his yami tightly.

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Diane and Jack carried Aria back to her confinement area. They dropped her on the floor as a fit of coughing overwhelmed her.

The puppy came over to her and nuzzled her with its nose.

“We’ll bring your food in when we find the time, GT5459-B,” Diane smiled as she left.

The two left the room and locked the door behind them. Aria moaned as the dog licked her hand. She raised her head weakly.

“Hello….I’m….Aria.”

The Boarder Collie puppy rubbed its nose against her and whimpered.

“You are stuck here, too, aren’t you?”

The puppy laid down beside her and snuggled close to her body.

Aria put her head on the ground and sighed. Her arm hurt from the dye injected into her body. They placed her into an MRI machine and scanned her skeletal structure.

The space was so confining! So small! So many loud noises! So dark!

It was scary.

She weakly reached up and pet the puppy’s head. “Good puppy.”

Aria kept her eye on the door as she waited anxiously for her breakfast.

Her stomach started to growl. She was almost awake, but weakened from hunger. Aria struggled to sit up, supporting herself with the wall. The puppy walked onto her lap and sat beside her, whimpering.

It felt like forever when a doctor opened the door quickly and put food into the room. He shut and locked the door behind him.

Aria stood up and ran to the plate. She lifted the lid and found bread and some fruit. She looked into the blue eyes of the collie and tears filled her eyes.

“You look like Unkie Seto when you do that. I miss my Unkie Seto.”

Aria handed a piece of bread to the thin animal. “They don’t feed you well, do they? Don’t worry, little puppy. I’ll take good care of you.”

The puppy chewed its food hungrily and sat by her. She shared her food with it and retreated to the corner. The puppy followed her and looked into her eyes.

She pet the puppy on the head. “You’re welcome, little puppy.”

The puppy sat beside her and looked up at her with large, glassy blue eyes. Aria buried her face in her hands.

“I miss Unkie Seto! I want my mommy!”

She curled up in the corner and cried until another wave of nausea hit her.

“I want my brother.”

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