Author's Note: So apologetically sorry for the long update, but they don't take to kindly to yaoi typing in school. Scooby snacks to Guardian, littlestkitten, and two for Miiko Ashida (for being a detailed fan!) The angst continues, and the citrus comes, as promised. It's time to play musical chairs and explore many different pairing, so while the main two couples still exist, it's going to get a little...interesting this chapter. So, you have been warned. The rating would be higher if it could be managed, but I do the best I can with what I am given. So, yaoi warning and angst warning...and the smut comtinues ;)
Part Three: Right Time, Right Place
"He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighted down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depth on which he coasts
And he finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap"
"You'll never live the life that I live
I'll never live the life that wakes me in the night
You'll never hear the message I give
You'll say it looks as though I might give up this fight
But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights
The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
My feelings swell and stretch, I see from greater heights
I realize what I am now too smart to mention - to you "
Bakura woke to morning's light to find tear streaks dried on his face. It had been months since that had happened, months since he had dreamed of Malik. He realized Joey was no longer in bed, and then he heard water running in the bathroom.
Ah, Joey's in the shower. Maybe I should join him.
The spitrit stood and stretched, feline-like and sensual before walking into the bathroom. Joey had gotten out of the shower and looked wonderful, naked body slicked with water. Bakura gasped as Joey's eyes turned on him, instantly filling with lust. His wet hand touched Bakura's face and puled him into a kiss that blew his mind. Then Joey found himself pinned against the wall, and he was recieving a devilish grin.
"You know, you've been very bold since they took that cast off. Maybe it's time for a reminder on who the dominant one is."
Bakura then crushed Joey's lips in a bruising kiss, causing Joey to almost melt into Bakura's arms. The spirit sighed and grabbed the towel, drying Joey off before he got him wet too. Then he was kissing him again, hands buried in the burned wheat of his hair, tangling it. Joey groaned as Bakura grinded his arousal up against his own, and cursed the thin layer of clothing Bakura wore, enough to separate but not enough to hinder the feeling. Then Bakura's hands were on Joey's shaft, stroing it lightly and adding just enough pressure to tease. ust when Joey thought he was going to die from the torment, the hands were replaced by a mouth.
Bakura's mouth slid expertly around Joey's hardness, taking him all the way to the back of his throat. Joey clawed at Bakura's back, bringing blood to the pale grave robber's skin as his climax builded. Then all at once with a loud cry, Joey came into the back of Bakura's throat, who swallowed greedily then licked Joey's flesh clean. Bakura stood and looked at Joey, amused expression on his face.
"That was fast," he said simply.
"What can I say?" Joey shot back. "I was very highly motivated."
Bakura exited the bathroom leaving Joey to dress himself, and he went to wake Ryou up in a similar manner...
~Down low, providence
Has had fun, ever since~
~@~
The day was actually quite warm for April, and in celebration of Joey's cast being removed, Seto had invited them over for a party at his beach house. Fortunately, Ryou's dad was back, and he willingly let his son borrow the car. This, of course, had meant less Bakura lately and both Joey and Ryou were pleased to get some time with him outside the bedroom and in the flesh. They decided to go for a walk before they left, so they walked down to the park from Ryou's house. Bakura joined them, and life seemed great until they reached the park. A man that smelled strongly of whiskey was asleep on a park bench, and Joey stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the man.
"Joey, what's wrong?" Ryou asked, turning.
The man stirred at the mention of Joey's name and sat up, looking at the frozen blond.
"Is that you, boy?"
Joey, throat dry, nodded at the man, and Bakura's hand tightened on Ryou's wrist.
/His father?!/ Ryou said.
//The bastard's going to die!//
/NO./
The spirit looked up at Ryou as the young boy shook his head, not breaking eye contact with Joey or his father.
"Where ya been, pops?"
The man shrugged and looked at Joey's arm. "your arm healed."
"Most things do, don't they?"
"Are you getting smart with me, boy?'
"No, sir, i'm just saying the truth."
Joey's father was silent for a moment before speaking again. He sat up fully and looked at Joey, clearing his throat.
"About that, Joey. I should tell you that I'm sorry."
"You always have been," Joey muttered.
"What did you say?"
"That's the problem, pop. You've always been sorry. You'll always be sorry, but you'll never stop."
"You're not going to forgive me"
"Not this time, not again."
"Why, you little upstart! I'll beat you until--."
Bakura stepped forward at that moment, flashing the concealed balde he always kept with him.
'I strongly suggest you back off...now."
Joey's father blinked, but he saw the knife thorugh his blurred, drunken state. He stood and took one last look at Joey and the strange white-haired boy before stumbling off. Bakura looked back at Joey who was trembling, somewhat due to fear but mostly in anger. Ryou stepped forward and put a hand on Joey's shoulder, shaking his head as his lover jumped about a foot.
"Come on, Joey, let's go back. We have to get going soon."
~@~
"Oh, I forgot sunscreen," Ryou said.
Joey laughed. "I'll get it, Ryou. We can't have your pale skin getting burned."
Joey walked back inside, and Ryou shut the back door of his car.
/Joey's nervous,/ Bakura said.
//Because of his father?//
/We have to watch him./
Forgetting that Bakura couldn't see him, he nodded, and he bcame so involved talking to his yami that he didn't see the man creeping up behind him. The punch hit him in the back of the head, pain exploding behind his yees. Suddenly Joey's father found himselfflying backwards, having been punched rather hard by the boy. Bakura smiled as the man hit the pavement groaing. Joey came back out holding the sunscreen with an expression of disbelief on his face.
"What--?"
"Let's go. i'll explain on the way."
~@~
Ryou drove, but onlybecause he refused to let Joey drive his father's car. He had a slight bump on his head, but he assured yami he was fine, and he still wanted to go to the beach. Bakura had vowed to kill Joey's father, but after being told quite vehemently by both his lovers that he could not, he was sulking in the backseat.
They finally reached the beach, and Bakura climbed out of the car, still sulking. When they got inside he brightened a little, walking over to Seto who had been playing a game of Duel Monsters with Yugi. Yami sat on the couch watchng, amused when the little one made a good move. Seto won, of course, and Bakura smiled at Seto when he looked up at him.
"Is the former champion taking challenges?"
"Well, i was just indulging Yugi but--."
"I'll accept the challenge, Bakura."
Balura looked up into the glowing eyes of the Game King and smiled, nodding his head.
"Seto, get the dueling disks," Yami commanded.
~@~
The duel was going great, and Yami was only ahead by one hundred life points. It was gaining an extremelt competitive edge and everyone was watching the match with an intense interest. Only Ryou was sitting off by himself, staring out at the water and thinking. Seto noticed he wasn't cheering anyone on, and when he spotted him, he walked over to him.
"Mind if I sit?"
"It's your beach, isn't it, Seto?"
"That's true," he said sitting. "So what's wrong, Ryou?"
"We saw Joey's father today."
"Did he do anything? Did he hurt Joey?" Then reading the truth in Ryou's eyes he asked, "did he hurt you?"
"Not very much. My head a little, but--"
He stopped as Seto touched his head, feeling the bump that had grown there. Ryou winced a little, and Seto took his hand away, smiling apologetically.
"Sorry, I--."
"No, it's okay," Ryou said, then grew quiet. "I am so pathetic, Seto. I can't defend myself or anyone else. Yugi is stronger than me...I just...I feel so helpless, and i know i'm a bother to Bakura. Maybe if he would just let me get hurt, I'd learn--."
Suddenly, Ryou found his mouth covered by Seto's as Seto kissed him with all of his strength. When Seto broke the kiss, they both were panting, and Seto's eyes were full of lust.
"You're...you're not pathetic, Ryou...I'm sorry, I--."
"Do it again."
Seto looked at Ryou, shocked for a moment before he pressed him back into the sand, kissing him urgently. Ryou's motuh opened, and Seto took advantage of it, probing the younger boy's mouth with his tongue. All of a sudden, they heard yelling, and they broke apart, thinking they had been discovered by the others. Instead they saw that Bakura and Yami had abandoned their duel and were physically fighting each other. They stood, Seto pulling ryou to his feet, then they ran back across the beach to where the two spirits were fighting. Bakura tackled Yami, knocking him to the ground then surpirsed both of them by kissing the pharaoh. Suddenly Yami threw him off and tackled him, kissing him back. Yugi watched open-mouthed as the two went at it, and he looked up, noting of Seto's and Ryou's return.
"What happened?"
"Yami won, and Bakura threw sand at him. Then it kinda erupted into...this," he said, indicating the current actions of the two spirits.
Bakura growled and flipped Yami over who purred as the grave robber kissed him roughly, bruising his lips. Ryou put a hand on Yugi's shoulder, quite concerned for both of their yamis.
"Shouldn't we stop them?"
"I don't know that we could."
All at once though, the spirits stopped and looked at the four watching them. Bakura growled and pulled the pharaoh to his feet sighing.
"I always hated audiences," he said.
Seto shook his head and walked into the beach house, returning with drinks. When he saw Joey and Yugi, he stopped and stared at them, almost dropping the drinks. Joey held Yugi close to his chest, and he was kissing him softly. He broke the kiss then smiled and winked at Seto.
"That's what I always wanted to do."
Bakura nodded, not expecting Joey to answer that was, and leaned back, his white hair brushing the sand. Suddenly Yami was biting his throat softly, and Bakura was pushing against him. Seto sat the drinks down and reached for Ryou who looked rather lonely at the moment. Joey stroked Yugi's hair, and seconds later, the young teen had Joey pinned, their lips locked together. Joey put his hands on Yugi's hips and thrust up a little, letting Yugi know exactly what he was doing to him. Seto meanwhile had wrapped his strong arms around Ryou's small waist, holding him tightly as he kissed him. He moved down Ryou's neck, enjoying the taste of the smaller teen as he held his body close. The spirits were still fighting for control, but they broke apart abruptly when they realized what their lvoers were doing.
Yami pushed Bakura off and walked over to Ryou adn Seto, pulling the smaller teen out of Seto's arms. he kissed him softly, wanting to see the difference between him and Bakura. The grave robber had the same idea as he kissed the little one, who was only slightly afraid of Bakura. the spirit rubbed his hair softly, urging him to calm down. Joey stood up next to bakura, kissing the spirit on the neck softly, recieving a moan for his efforts. He shook Joey off for a moment and looked at Seto, who was watching Yami and Ryou with an intense fascination.
"Seto, how big is your room?"
"Big enough," he replied smiling.
~@~
The boys finally made it up to Seto's room with many pauses to press someone against a wall to properly ravish them. So it was understandable that they were all out of breath by the time they reached Seto's second floor bedroom. Of course, Seto had a bottle of lubricant in the drawer beside his bed, and he fetched it quickly, waiting to see who would grab it first. No one made a move though, and finally Bakura snatched the tube, holding it delicately. He pressed Yami up against a wall, hands under the tight fabric of his shirt, teasing his nipples hidden by the cloth. It didn't take much before they were both heated to the breaking point, and Bakura wasted no time in discarding of both of their clothes quickly. He put some of the liquid on himself then looked up at the phaaoh who sook his head. Yami didn't need preparation and wouldn't have Bakura make any allowances for him.
Bakura knelt down on the floor and pulled Yami down with him with Yami's back to him. He pushed inside of him quickly, not meeting much resistance and only recieving a slight groan from the pharaoh. Joey was in the process of removing Yugi's shirt when he paused, looking at Yugi seriously.
"Yug, I can't do this. I don't wanna hurt ya."
"It's okay, joey. We can still do this...if you want."
"How--?"
But the words died on his lips as Yugi reached for his pants and unbuttoned them with an innocent touch. Joey gasped as Yugi's hand found his hard length ad began stroking it lightly. Joey moaned and pressed himself against the feather light touch that was sriving him crazy. He reached for Yugi's many buckles only to find his hand smacked away by the hand that wasn't teasing him. As Yugi began to undo his own buckles, his yami summoned him through their link. He took Joey's hand and pulled him willingly across the room to where Bakura and Yami were. Yami unfastened Yugi's backles, and Bakura, seeing what the paraoh was doind, haulted his thrusting to watch. Once he had gotten Yugi out of the rest of his clothes, he took yugi's hardness in his mouth, not sucking but simply moistening the skin. He stopped then motioned to Joey, handing yugi the bottle that Bakura had next to him.
Yugi put some on his fingers and motioned Joey to turn and kneel. Joey ended up on all fours, and yugi sighed before sliding one small, slicked finger into Joey's opening. Joey tensed and bit into his lip as pain shot up his spine, causing Yugi to stop and stroke his hair softly. Joey relaxed, and Yugi moved his fingers in and out, illiciting small moans from his friend. He added a second finger, and Joey hissed, drawing in air through his clenched teeth. Yugi stopped and looked at Joey concerned, only seeing half of his expression.
"Joey, are you okay?"
"yeah, don't stop."
Yugi nodded and after a moment of moving his fingers in and out of Joey, he added the third, happy that Joey didn't show any trace of pain on his face. Sliding his fingers out of joey's readied channel, Yugi alligned himself with Joey's opening, then pushed in gently, only about halfway. Joey surprised by leaning back, impaling himself on Yugi's length. Yami took the chance and grabbed yugi's hips, pulling him back and easing himself in the familiar flesh. Once Bakura saw veryone was ready, he began to thrust again, leading Yami and Yugi into his slow rhythm. Joey groaned, enjoying the feeling of his friend inside him, and Yugi was encouraged by his noises, thrusting a little faster. Joey gasped as the feather light touch found his hardness again and began pumping him lightly in time with his thrusts.
Seto and Ryou had only kissed up until this point, because Seto wouldn't do anything until permission was given from Ryou. he felt unsure hands undoing his pants, and Seto stopped them, holding them lightly in his own.
"Ryou, are you sure?"
Ryou nodded, and Seto put his hand under the smaller teen's chin, angling his head up.
"You really want this?"
"Oh yes, very much."
"Say it, then. Tell me."
"I want you, Seto, inside of me, please. I shall go quite mad if you don't take me."
Seto smiled and nodded, unbuttoning Ryou's shirt and dropping it on the floor. He kissed each area of Ryou's bared, pale skin, causing the boy to squirm in his arms. Seto grinded his hips into Ryou's, allowing him to feel Seo's hardness through the fabric. He whimpered as Seto's hands danced over his skin, leaving him flushed and sweating. When Seto was fully convinced that Ryou wanted him, he removed their remaining clothing then reached for the bottle of lubricant. He put some on his fingers and held Ryou close as he put one finger into him. Ryou gasped, but there was little pain, and Seto went slow. After being reassured Ryou was okay, he added another finger then a third, keeping an eye on Ryou's face should he need to stop. Once he pulled his fingers out, he poured a little liquid onto his hand and ran it over his own erect member. He eased himself into Ryou slowly, gasping at the boy's tighness that surrounded him so sweetly. Ryou gasped too because Seto was slightly larger than Bakura was. Thankfully, Bakura had not always been quite so gentle with Ryou so he didn't experience any pain. As Seto moved inside of him, he flushed when he realized where he was.
His own hardness was only an inch away from the entrance of his yami, and that was something he would never presume he was permitted to do.
/Go ahead./
//What?//
/Do it. I know you want to./
//But...//
/I won't kill you later, Ryou, i swear to Rah./
//I don't have the bottle.//
/You don't need it./
Ryou leaned forward, and Seto leaned with him as he pushed inside his yami, still unsure. Bakura lost his rhythm for a moment as he moaned, leaning onto Ryou who was now kneeling behind him. Seto now set the pace for the group, pumping into Ryou who quivered with each thrust. Sweating and crying out together, their voices made harmony with each other as they continued. Yugi came first with a cry, collapsing onto Joey's back. Ryou and Joey came together, and Yugi caught most of Joey's juices in his hand. Seo came shortly after, biting softly into Ryou's shoulder as he released so as not to cry out. He kissed the skin apologetically and smiled as he slipped out of Ryou's body. Yugi cried out as Yami was slammed into him faster, and Yami gripped his hips, holding him down as he released. Bakura finally came, slamming hard into the pharaoh and screaming to Isis.
~That day, in the cold
Hard need, made [them] bold~
Thay were all panting and sweating, and Yugi was the first one to catch his breath and speak up.
"I think I need a shower."
Seo chuckled and stood, scooping Yugi up in his arms. He kissed his cheek and nodded, looking at the others.
"There are three showers and two bathtubs. The two tubs and showers are down stairs, and the shower by itself is down the hall."
Bakura demanded a shower to himself, and Yami, Seto, and Yugi reserved a bathroom to themselves. That left Ryou and Joey to take the last full bath, which Joey was okay with. Ryou had many unanswered questions in his head, so he wasn't speaking only milling over his thoughts. When they reached the bathroom, Ryou was so lost in thought, he almost ran into the door. Joey caught it, and touched his lover's cheek, looking into his eyes concerned.
"Ryou, what's wrong? You seem kinda spacey."
"What happens now?"
"What do you mean?"
"How can you just have sex with someone then not become attatched? Doesn't it bother you?"
"Yug's my best friend, Ryou. I mean, it's just something that happened, ya know? It's noting serious."
"So what you have with me is nothing serious as well?"
"I love you, and that's different."
"How, Joey? I'm your friend too. What if you decide that it's nothing more than friendly affection?"
"Ryou--."
"But Ryou walked out of the bathroom and slammed the door, leaving Joey alone.
~@~
Seto and Yami had the shower to themselves, because Yugi had laid full claims on the bath tub. Seto had laughed at his little lover sitting in a tub much bigger than him but had nodded, letting Yugi alone. He and yami showered quickly so they could talk to Yugi without the sound of running water in their ears. Seto had a towel for each of them, but Yugi refused, still enjoying the fluffy bubbles.
"That was interesting," Seto said while drying off.
"Not the word I would have used," Yami replied.
It was nice...just for a one time thing," Yugi called from under the bubbles.
Yami nodded as he reached for his clothes. True, he would see Bakura in a slightly different light now, but he still didn't really care for him much. Seto saw Ryou as more tender, more delicate perhaps than Yugi, and he thought it awful that Ryou had been put through so much abuse by his yami. Yugi didn't really see much that he didn't already know about Joey; their friendship had just taken off on a different tangent for a bit. Yugi sighed, pulling the bath tub lud, and he took the towel Seto offered him. He dried off and giggled as Seto and Yami dressed him, planting occasional kisses on his skin.
"Come on, let's see if everyone is done," Yugi said.
~@~
Bakura had just finsihed showering under scalding hot water to wash to wash off the feeling of the pharaoh. Malik's evil face flashed in his thoughts, and he pushed him away again. Evil laughing of his former partner followed, and Bakura cursed him to every version of hell he could think of.
"that's not very nice, Bakura."
The spirit turned but saw no one in the bathroom with him. He felt stupid and paranoid as he finished dressing, looking at his frightened reflection in the mirror. He shook his head and unlocked the door, taking one last one look around the room.
"Can't you see me?"
"Malik," Bakura hissed, staring into the shadows.
"You don't sound happy to hear from me."
"Where are you?"
"I wouldn't worry about me if I were you. I would worry about things a little closer to home."
"What do you suggest?"
"Your light, perhaps."
Bakura turned from the darkness and fled from the bathroom to find out where the hell Ryou was anyway.
~@~
"You mean he just left? And you let him go?!"
Joey looked uncomfortable as he nodded, and Bakura growled, trying to resist the temptation to hit the blond. He stood glancing at the clock then he turned the cold gaze back on Joey.
"How long has he been gone?"
"Half an hour, at the most."
"You're as useless as they are," he snarled as he walked out.
Joey looked at his friends, shrugged, and mumbled an apology before following Bakura out of the room. Seto stood and held Yugi with him as he walked outside, followed closely by Yami. Ryou's car was still there, but no Ryou was to be found anywhere around.
"He couldn't have gotten far without his car," Joey said.
"But he has his keys with him! Why didn't he take the car?" Bakura demanded.
"No, he dropped them in my room," Seto replied, holding up his keys. "I was going to give them back later."
Joey took them from him then turned to look back at Bakura, who was already almost in the car.
"Let's go look for him then."
~@~
Ryou was cursing his stupidity and kicking rocks on the road as he walked, ahnds shoved in his pockets. He wasn't mad, but he had been upset and hurt when he had stormed out on Joey. So maybe he relied to heavily on his emotions. So maybe his morals were a bit more concrete than the rest of them. But he couldn't have sex and keep himself from becoming attatched! He was so lost in his thought processes, he didn't realize he was being followed. By the time he did realize this fact, it was too late. He was hit on the back of the head hard, and the ground rushed up to meet him very quickly.
~@~
They met up at the game store with no luck. Neither of the groups had found any trace of their missing friend, and Bakura was beginning to get worried.
"What could have happened to him?" Joey asked.
Good question...what if Malik...no, Malik wouldn't do that to my light, would he? Oh, Rah, he would...where would he take him?
"Try your lover's house, darling."
He knew Joey hadn't heard the small whisper in his ear, but it had given him chills. He could feel Malik's breath on the back of his neck and the faintest of touches on his shoulder. He brushed it off and commanded Joey to drive to Ryou's house. When they got there, however, they found the place dark, and Ryou was nowhere to be found. Bakura sighed and shook his head as Joey looked at him for guidance on where to go next. He didn't have the answer, reasoning Malik was just teasing him. Then realization dawned, and he grabbed Joey's arm.
"Your house, now!"
Joey nodded and threw the car in reverse, followed closely by the others in Seto's car.
~@~
Ryou awoke and stared at his surroundings, trying to figure out where he was. He had been walking toward home and then...and then...he had been knocked out by some one. He hadn't seen who it was, but as he stared at his surroundings, he began to recognize them; he was in Joey's house.
"You look like you've seen the place before."
He realized who the voice belonged to before he actually looked. Joey's father was sitting in the corner, staring at Ryou preditorially, and that was when Ryou became aware of his exposure. Every stitch of clothing had been removed from his body, and as he looked around the room, he saw that they had been thrown into a pile near Joey's father.
"You'll get them back," Joey's father said, accurately reading Ryou's expression, then he added, "when I'm finished."
Then all at once, he was pressing the youth to the floor, and Ryou was gagging as the strong smell and taste of alcohol clogged his senses. Ryou just hoped he could pass out, but he figured he would never be that lucky. The man's rough hands ran across his flesh, causing him to shudder and feel dirtied. The man knew what anguish he was putting the boy through, but he was also very much enjoying himself. As his hand closed around Ryou's length, then boy flushed with shame, and the hand began to pump him until he was hard. Then he was flipped over on his stomach, and he heard fabric rustle as it slid over skin.
The next thing he knew was pain as he was torn in half by the sudden intrusion. He cried out, and tears flowed down his cheeks as he was thrust hard into again and again. The man grunted and groaned with pleasure at the feeling of Ryou around him.
"Nnnh...pretty b-boy...you're g-good...nnh...shoulda known..."
Then he gripped Ryou's hips so hard that they would bruise later as he came, yelling and drowning out Ryou's sobs. That's when Ryou heard his yami calling him, sounding so far away. He sobbed but returned his yami's call finally, mental voice even shaking.
/Yami?/
//Ryou, where are you? Are you okay?//
/I think...I think I'm bleeding.../
//Ryou, where are you?//
/.../
//Ryou?!//
//RYOU!//
They pulled into Joey's drive, and Bakura bolted from the car, not waiting for Joey or the others. He didn't bother turning the knob on the front door, he simply kicked it open, and it gave, splintering easily. He peered around the darkness and didn't feel like piercing it with his mind as he had said the words he had muttered once before in this spot. He walked farther in the house and then was jerked back by Joey, who know had his hands on Bakura's shoulders.
"Can't you wait for anyone?"
"Not when Ryou is in trouble. I suggest you learn to keep up."
Seto cleared his throat to remind them what they were doing, and Yugi stepped past them into the house.
"This seems too familiar."
"I hope it doesn't provide the same results," Yami muttered.
~Looks the flame, in the face
Fresh hells, can't erase~
~@~
end part III
Okay, an abrupt end to this part, but I need a bit more material for part four, which will indeed be the final part...
Sorry, what I did to Ryou was necessary for my intentions concerning the end of this story...
"The Road goes ever on and on" (another Scooby Snack...more for specifics...and no looking, that's cheating!)
Part Three: Right Time, Right Place
"He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighted down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depth on which he coasts
And he finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap"
"You'll never live the life that I live
I'll never live the life that wakes me in the night
You'll never hear the message I give
You'll say it looks as though I might give up this fight
But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights
The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
My feelings swell and stretch, I see from greater heights
I realize what I am now too smart to mention - to you "
Bakura woke to morning's light to find tear streaks dried on his face. It had been months since that had happened, months since he had dreamed of Malik. He realized Joey was no longer in bed, and then he heard water running in the bathroom.
Ah, Joey's in the shower. Maybe I should join him.
The spitrit stood and stretched, feline-like and sensual before walking into the bathroom. Joey had gotten out of the shower and looked wonderful, naked body slicked with water. Bakura gasped as Joey's eyes turned on him, instantly filling with lust. His wet hand touched Bakura's face and puled him into a kiss that blew his mind. Then Joey found himself pinned against the wall, and he was recieving a devilish grin.
"You know, you've been very bold since they took that cast off. Maybe it's time for a reminder on who the dominant one is."
Bakura then crushed Joey's lips in a bruising kiss, causing Joey to almost melt into Bakura's arms. The spirit sighed and grabbed the towel, drying Joey off before he got him wet too. Then he was kissing him again, hands buried in the burned wheat of his hair, tangling it. Joey groaned as Bakura grinded his arousal up against his own, and cursed the thin layer of clothing Bakura wore, enough to separate but not enough to hinder the feeling. Then Bakura's hands were on Joey's shaft, stroing it lightly and adding just enough pressure to tease. ust when Joey thought he was going to die from the torment, the hands were replaced by a mouth.
Bakura's mouth slid expertly around Joey's hardness, taking him all the way to the back of his throat. Joey clawed at Bakura's back, bringing blood to the pale grave robber's skin as his climax builded. Then all at once with a loud cry, Joey came into the back of Bakura's throat, who swallowed greedily then licked Joey's flesh clean. Bakura stood and looked at Joey, amused expression on his face.
"That was fast," he said simply.
"What can I say?" Joey shot back. "I was very highly motivated."
Bakura exited the bathroom leaving Joey to dress himself, and he went to wake Ryou up in a similar manner...
~Down low, providence
Has had fun, ever since~
~@~
The day was actually quite warm for April, and in celebration of Joey's cast being removed, Seto had invited them over for a party at his beach house. Fortunately, Ryou's dad was back, and he willingly let his son borrow the car. This, of course, had meant less Bakura lately and both Joey and Ryou were pleased to get some time with him outside the bedroom and in the flesh. They decided to go for a walk before they left, so they walked down to the park from Ryou's house. Bakura joined them, and life seemed great until they reached the park. A man that smelled strongly of whiskey was asleep on a park bench, and Joey stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the man.
"Joey, what's wrong?" Ryou asked, turning.
The man stirred at the mention of Joey's name and sat up, looking at the frozen blond.
"Is that you, boy?"
Joey, throat dry, nodded at the man, and Bakura's hand tightened on Ryou's wrist.
/His father?!/ Ryou said.
//The bastard's going to die!//
/NO./
The spirit looked up at Ryou as the young boy shook his head, not breaking eye contact with Joey or his father.
"Where ya been, pops?"
The man shrugged and looked at Joey's arm. "your arm healed."
"Most things do, don't they?"
"Are you getting smart with me, boy?'
"No, sir, i'm just saying the truth."
Joey's father was silent for a moment before speaking again. He sat up fully and looked at Joey, clearing his throat.
"About that, Joey. I should tell you that I'm sorry."
"You always have been," Joey muttered.
"What did you say?"
"That's the problem, pop. You've always been sorry. You'll always be sorry, but you'll never stop."
"You're not going to forgive me"
"Not this time, not again."
"Why, you little upstart! I'll beat you until--."
Bakura stepped forward at that moment, flashing the concealed balde he always kept with him.
'I strongly suggest you back off...now."
Joey's father blinked, but he saw the knife thorugh his blurred, drunken state. He stood and took one last look at Joey and the strange white-haired boy before stumbling off. Bakura looked back at Joey who was trembling, somewhat due to fear but mostly in anger. Ryou stepped forward and put a hand on Joey's shoulder, shaking his head as his lover jumped about a foot.
"Come on, Joey, let's go back. We have to get going soon."
~@~
"Oh, I forgot sunscreen," Ryou said.
Joey laughed. "I'll get it, Ryou. We can't have your pale skin getting burned."
Joey walked back inside, and Ryou shut the back door of his car.
/Joey's nervous,/ Bakura said.
//Because of his father?//
/We have to watch him./
Forgetting that Bakura couldn't see him, he nodded, and he bcame so involved talking to his yami that he didn't see the man creeping up behind him. The punch hit him in the back of the head, pain exploding behind his yees. Suddenly Joey's father found himselfflying backwards, having been punched rather hard by the boy. Bakura smiled as the man hit the pavement groaing. Joey came back out holding the sunscreen with an expression of disbelief on his face.
"What--?"
"Let's go. i'll explain on the way."
~@~
Ryou drove, but onlybecause he refused to let Joey drive his father's car. He had a slight bump on his head, but he assured yami he was fine, and he still wanted to go to the beach. Bakura had vowed to kill Joey's father, but after being told quite vehemently by both his lovers that he could not, he was sulking in the backseat.
They finally reached the beach, and Bakura climbed out of the car, still sulking. When they got inside he brightened a little, walking over to Seto who had been playing a game of Duel Monsters with Yugi. Yami sat on the couch watchng, amused when the little one made a good move. Seto won, of course, and Bakura smiled at Seto when he looked up at him.
"Is the former champion taking challenges?"
"Well, i was just indulging Yugi but--."
"I'll accept the challenge, Bakura."
Balura looked up into the glowing eyes of the Game King and smiled, nodding his head.
"Seto, get the dueling disks," Yami commanded.
~@~
The duel was going great, and Yami was only ahead by one hundred life points. It was gaining an extremelt competitive edge and everyone was watching the match with an intense interest. Only Ryou was sitting off by himself, staring out at the water and thinking. Seto noticed he wasn't cheering anyone on, and when he spotted him, he walked over to him.
"Mind if I sit?"
"It's your beach, isn't it, Seto?"
"That's true," he said sitting. "So what's wrong, Ryou?"
"We saw Joey's father today."
"Did he do anything? Did he hurt Joey?" Then reading the truth in Ryou's eyes he asked, "did he hurt you?"
"Not very much. My head a little, but--"
He stopped as Seto touched his head, feeling the bump that had grown there. Ryou winced a little, and Seto took his hand away, smiling apologetically.
"Sorry, I--."
"No, it's okay," Ryou said, then grew quiet. "I am so pathetic, Seto. I can't defend myself or anyone else. Yugi is stronger than me...I just...I feel so helpless, and i know i'm a bother to Bakura. Maybe if he would just let me get hurt, I'd learn--."
Suddenly, Ryou found his mouth covered by Seto's as Seto kissed him with all of his strength. When Seto broke the kiss, they both were panting, and Seto's eyes were full of lust.
"You're...you're not pathetic, Ryou...I'm sorry, I--."
"Do it again."
Seto looked at Ryou, shocked for a moment before he pressed him back into the sand, kissing him urgently. Ryou's motuh opened, and Seto took advantage of it, probing the younger boy's mouth with his tongue. All of a sudden, they heard yelling, and they broke apart, thinking they had been discovered by the others. Instead they saw that Bakura and Yami had abandoned their duel and were physically fighting each other. They stood, Seto pulling ryou to his feet, then they ran back across the beach to where the two spirits were fighting. Bakura tackled Yami, knocking him to the ground then surpirsed both of them by kissing the pharaoh. Suddenly Yami threw him off and tackled him, kissing him back. Yugi watched open-mouthed as the two went at it, and he looked up, noting of Seto's and Ryou's return.
"What happened?"
"Yami won, and Bakura threw sand at him. Then it kinda erupted into...this," he said, indicating the current actions of the two spirits.
Bakura growled and flipped Yami over who purred as the grave robber kissed him roughly, bruising his lips. Ryou put a hand on Yugi's shoulder, quite concerned for both of their yamis.
"Shouldn't we stop them?"
"I don't know that we could."
All at once though, the spirits stopped and looked at the four watching them. Bakura growled and pulled the pharaoh to his feet sighing.
"I always hated audiences," he said.
Seto shook his head and walked into the beach house, returning with drinks. When he saw Joey and Yugi, he stopped and stared at them, almost dropping the drinks. Joey held Yugi close to his chest, and he was kissing him softly. He broke the kiss then smiled and winked at Seto.
"That's what I always wanted to do."
Bakura nodded, not expecting Joey to answer that was, and leaned back, his white hair brushing the sand. Suddenly Yami was biting his throat softly, and Bakura was pushing against him. Seto sat the drinks down and reached for Ryou who looked rather lonely at the moment. Joey stroked Yugi's hair, and seconds later, the young teen had Joey pinned, their lips locked together. Joey put his hands on Yugi's hips and thrust up a little, letting Yugi know exactly what he was doing to him. Seto meanwhile had wrapped his strong arms around Ryou's small waist, holding him tightly as he kissed him. He moved down Ryou's neck, enjoying the taste of the smaller teen as he held his body close. The spirits were still fighting for control, but they broke apart abruptly when they realized what their lvoers were doing.
Yami pushed Bakura off and walked over to Ryou adn Seto, pulling the smaller teen out of Seto's arms. he kissed him softly, wanting to see the difference between him and Bakura. The grave robber had the same idea as he kissed the little one, who was only slightly afraid of Bakura. the spirit rubbed his hair softly, urging him to calm down. Joey stood up next to bakura, kissing the spirit on the neck softly, recieving a moan for his efforts. He shook Joey off for a moment and looked at Seto, who was watching Yami and Ryou with an intense fascination.
"Seto, how big is your room?"
"Big enough," he replied smiling.
~@~
The boys finally made it up to Seto's room with many pauses to press someone against a wall to properly ravish them. So it was understandable that they were all out of breath by the time they reached Seto's second floor bedroom. Of course, Seto had a bottle of lubricant in the drawer beside his bed, and he fetched it quickly, waiting to see who would grab it first. No one made a move though, and finally Bakura snatched the tube, holding it delicately. He pressed Yami up against a wall, hands under the tight fabric of his shirt, teasing his nipples hidden by the cloth. It didn't take much before they were both heated to the breaking point, and Bakura wasted no time in discarding of both of their clothes quickly. He put some of the liquid on himself then looked up at the phaaoh who sook his head. Yami didn't need preparation and wouldn't have Bakura make any allowances for him.
Bakura knelt down on the floor and pulled Yami down with him with Yami's back to him. He pushed inside of him quickly, not meeting much resistance and only recieving a slight groan from the pharaoh. Joey was in the process of removing Yugi's shirt when he paused, looking at Yugi seriously.
"Yug, I can't do this. I don't wanna hurt ya."
"It's okay, joey. We can still do this...if you want."
"How--?"
But the words died on his lips as Yugi reached for his pants and unbuttoned them with an innocent touch. Joey gasped as Yugi's hand found his hard length ad began stroking it lightly. Joey moaned and pressed himself against the feather light touch that was sriving him crazy. He reached for Yugi's many buckles only to find his hand smacked away by the hand that wasn't teasing him. As Yugi began to undo his own buckles, his yami summoned him through their link. He took Joey's hand and pulled him willingly across the room to where Bakura and Yami were. Yami unfastened Yugi's backles, and Bakura, seeing what the paraoh was doind, haulted his thrusting to watch. Once he had gotten Yugi out of the rest of his clothes, he took yugi's hardness in his mouth, not sucking but simply moistening the skin. He stopped then motioned to Joey, handing yugi the bottle that Bakura had next to him.
Yugi put some on his fingers and motioned Joey to turn and kneel. Joey ended up on all fours, and yugi sighed before sliding one small, slicked finger into Joey's opening. Joey tensed and bit into his lip as pain shot up his spine, causing Yugi to stop and stroke his hair softly. Joey relaxed, and Yugi moved his fingers in and out, illiciting small moans from his friend. He added a second finger, and Joey hissed, drawing in air through his clenched teeth. Yugi stopped and looked at Joey concerned, only seeing half of his expression.
"Joey, are you okay?"
"yeah, don't stop."
Yugi nodded and after a moment of moving his fingers in and out of Joey, he added the third, happy that Joey didn't show any trace of pain on his face. Sliding his fingers out of joey's readied channel, Yugi alligned himself with Joey's opening, then pushed in gently, only about halfway. Joey surprised by leaning back, impaling himself on Yugi's length. Yami took the chance and grabbed yugi's hips, pulling him back and easing himself in the familiar flesh. Once Bakura saw veryone was ready, he began to thrust again, leading Yami and Yugi into his slow rhythm. Joey groaned, enjoying the feeling of his friend inside him, and Yugi was encouraged by his noises, thrusting a little faster. Joey gasped as the feather light touch found his hardness again and began pumping him lightly in time with his thrusts.
Seto and Ryou had only kissed up until this point, because Seto wouldn't do anything until permission was given from Ryou. he felt unsure hands undoing his pants, and Seto stopped them, holding them lightly in his own.
"Ryou, are you sure?"
Ryou nodded, and Seto put his hand under the smaller teen's chin, angling his head up.
"You really want this?"
"Oh yes, very much."
"Say it, then. Tell me."
"I want you, Seto, inside of me, please. I shall go quite mad if you don't take me."
Seto smiled and nodded, unbuttoning Ryou's shirt and dropping it on the floor. He kissed each area of Ryou's bared, pale skin, causing the boy to squirm in his arms. Seto grinded his hips into Ryou's, allowing him to feel Seo's hardness through the fabric. He whimpered as Seto's hands danced over his skin, leaving him flushed and sweating. When Seto was fully convinced that Ryou wanted him, he removed their remaining clothing then reached for the bottle of lubricant. He put some on his fingers and held Ryou close as he put one finger into him. Ryou gasped, but there was little pain, and Seto went slow. After being reassured Ryou was okay, he added another finger then a third, keeping an eye on Ryou's face should he need to stop. Once he pulled his fingers out, he poured a little liquid onto his hand and ran it over his own erect member. He eased himself into Ryou slowly, gasping at the boy's tighness that surrounded him so sweetly. Ryou gasped too because Seto was slightly larger than Bakura was. Thankfully, Bakura had not always been quite so gentle with Ryou so he didn't experience any pain. As Seto moved inside of him, he flushed when he realized where he was.
His own hardness was only an inch away from the entrance of his yami, and that was something he would never presume he was permitted to do.
/Go ahead./
//What?//
/Do it. I know you want to./
//But...//
/I won't kill you later, Ryou, i swear to Rah./
//I don't have the bottle.//
/You don't need it./
Ryou leaned forward, and Seto leaned with him as he pushed inside his yami, still unsure. Bakura lost his rhythm for a moment as he moaned, leaning onto Ryou who was now kneeling behind him. Seto now set the pace for the group, pumping into Ryou who quivered with each thrust. Sweating and crying out together, their voices made harmony with each other as they continued. Yugi came first with a cry, collapsing onto Joey's back. Ryou and Joey came together, and Yugi caught most of Joey's juices in his hand. Seo came shortly after, biting softly into Ryou's shoulder as he released so as not to cry out. He kissed the skin apologetically and smiled as he slipped out of Ryou's body. Yugi cried out as Yami was slammed into him faster, and Yami gripped his hips, holding him down as he released. Bakura finally came, slamming hard into the pharaoh and screaming to Isis.
~That day, in the cold
Hard need, made [them] bold~
Thay were all panting and sweating, and Yugi was the first one to catch his breath and speak up.
"I think I need a shower."
Seo chuckled and stood, scooping Yugi up in his arms. He kissed his cheek and nodded, looking at the others.
"There are three showers and two bathtubs. The two tubs and showers are down stairs, and the shower by itself is down the hall."
Bakura demanded a shower to himself, and Yami, Seto, and Yugi reserved a bathroom to themselves. That left Ryou and Joey to take the last full bath, which Joey was okay with. Ryou had many unanswered questions in his head, so he wasn't speaking only milling over his thoughts. When they reached the bathroom, Ryou was so lost in thought, he almost ran into the door. Joey caught it, and touched his lover's cheek, looking into his eyes concerned.
"Ryou, what's wrong? You seem kinda spacey."
"What happens now?"
"What do you mean?"
"How can you just have sex with someone then not become attatched? Doesn't it bother you?"
"Yug's my best friend, Ryou. I mean, it's just something that happened, ya know? It's noting serious."
"So what you have with me is nothing serious as well?"
"I love you, and that's different."
"How, Joey? I'm your friend too. What if you decide that it's nothing more than friendly affection?"
"Ryou--."
"But Ryou walked out of the bathroom and slammed the door, leaving Joey alone.
~@~
Seto and Yami had the shower to themselves, because Yugi had laid full claims on the bath tub. Seto had laughed at his little lover sitting in a tub much bigger than him but had nodded, letting Yugi alone. He and yami showered quickly so they could talk to Yugi without the sound of running water in their ears. Seto had a towel for each of them, but Yugi refused, still enjoying the fluffy bubbles.
"That was interesting," Seto said while drying off.
"Not the word I would have used," Yami replied.
It was nice...just for a one time thing," Yugi called from under the bubbles.
Yami nodded as he reached for his clothes. True, he would see Bakura in a slightly different light now, but he still didn't really care for him much. Seto saw Ryou as more tender, more delicate perhaps than Yugi, and he thought it awful that Ryou had been put through so much abuse by his yami. Yugi didn't really see much that he didn't already know about Joey; their friendship had just taken off on a different tangent for a bit. Yugi sighed, pulling the bath tub lud, and he took the towel Seto offered him. He dried off and giggled as Seto and Yami dressed him, planting occasional kisses on his skin.
"Come on, let's see if everyone is done," Yugi said.
~@~
Bakura had just finsihed showering under scalding hot water to wash to wash off the feeling of the pharaoh. Malik's evil face flashed in his thoughts, and he pushed him away again. Evil laughing of his former partner followed, and Bakura cursed him to every version of hell he could think of.
"that's not very nice, Bakura."
The spirit turned but saw no one in the bathroom with him. He felt stupid and paranoid as he finished dressing, looking at his frightened reflection in the mirror. He shook his head and unlocked the door, taking one last one look around the room.
"Can't you see me?"
"Malik," Bakura hissed, staring into the shadows.
"You don't sound happy to hear from me."
"Where are you?"
"I wouldn't worry about me if I were you. I would worry about things a little closer to home."
"What do you suggest?"
"Your light, perhaps."
Bakura turned from the darkness and fled from the bathroom to find out where the hell Ryou was anyway.
~@~
"You mean he just left? And you let him go?!"
Joey looked uncomfortable as he nodded, and Bakura growled, trying to resist the temptation to hit the blond. He stood glancing at the clock then he turned the cold gaze back on Joey.
"How long has he been gone?"
"Half an hour, at the most."
"You're as useless as they are," he snarled as he walked out.
Joey looked at his friends, shrugged, and mumbled an apology before following Bakura out of the room. Seto stood and held Yugi with him as he walked outside, followed closely by Yami. Ryou's car was still there, but no Ryou was to be found anywhere around.
"He couldn't have gotten far without his car," Joey said.
"But he has his keys with him! Why didn't he take the car?" Bakura demanded.
"No, he dropped them in my room," Seto replied, holding up his keys. "I was going to give them back later."
Joey took them from him then turned to look back at Bakura, who was already almost in the car.
"Let's go look for him then."
~@~
Ryou was cursing his stupidity and kicking rocks on the road as he walked, ahnds shoved in his pockets. He wasn't mad, but he had been upset and hurt when he had stormed out on Joey. So maybe he relied to heavily on his emotions. So maybe his morals were a bit more concrete than the rest of them. But he couldn't have sex and keep himself from becoming attatched! He was so lost in his thought processes, he didn't realize he was being followed. By the time he did realize this fact, it was too late. He was hit on the back of the head hard, and the ground rushed up to meet him very quickly.
~@~
They met up at the game store with no luck. Neither of the groups had found any trace of their missing friend, and Bakura was beginning to get worried.
"What could have happened to him?" Joey asked.
Good question...what if Malik...no, Malik wouldn't do that to my light, would he? Oh, Rah, he would...where would he take him?
"Try your lover's house, darling."
He knew Joey hadn't heard the small whisper in his ear, but it had given him chills. He could feel Malik's breath on the back of his neck and the faintest of touches on his shoulder. He brushed it off and commanded Joey to drive to Ryou's house. When they got there, however, they found the place dark, and Ryou was nowhere to be found. Bakura sighed and shook his head as Joey looked at him for guidance on where to go next. He didn't have the answer, reasoning Malik was just teasing him. Then realization dawned, and he grabbed Joey's arm.
"Your house, now!"
Joey nodded and threw the car in reverse, followed closely by the others in Seto's car.
~@~
Ryou awoke and stared at his surroundings, trying to figure out where he was. He had been walking toward home and then...and then...he had been knocked out by some one. He hadn't seen who it was, but as he stared at his surroundings, he began to recognize them; he was in Joey's house.
"You look like you've seen the place before."
He realized who the voice belonged to before he actually looked. Joey's father was sitting in the corner, staring at Ryou preditorially, and that was when Ryou became aware of his exposure. Every stitch of clothing had been removed from his body, and as he looked around the room, he saw that they had been thrown into a pile near Joey's father.
"You'll get them back," Joey's father said, accurately reading Ryou's expression, then he added, "when I'm finished."
Then all at once, he was pressing the youth to the floor, and Ryou was gagging as the strong smell and taste of alcohol clogged his senses. Ryou just hoped he could pass out, but he figured he would never be that lucky. The man's rough hands ran across his flesh, causing him to shudder and feel dirtied. The man knew what anguish he was putting the boy through, but he was also very much enjoying himself. As his hand closed around Ryou's length, then boy flushed with shame, and the hand began to pump him until he was hard. Then he was flipped over on his stomach, and he heard fabric rustle as it slid over skin.
The next thing he knew was pain as he was torn in half by the sudden intrusion. He cried out, and tears flowed down his cheeks as he was thrust hard into again and again. The man grunted and groaned with pleasure at the feeling of Ryou around him.
"Nnnh...pretty b-boy...you're g-good...nnh...shoulda known..."
Then he gripped Ryou's hips so hard that they would bruise later as he came, yelling and drowning out Ryou's sobs. That's when Ryou heard his yami calling him, sounding so far away. He sobbed but returned his yami's call finally, mental voice even shaking.
/Yami?/
//Ryou, where are you? Are you okay?//
/I think...I think I'm bleeding.../
//Ryou, where are you?//
/.../
//Ryou?!//
//RYOU!//
They pulled into Joey's drive, and Bakura bolted from the car, not waiting for Joey or the others. He didn't bother turning the knob on the front door, he simply kicked it open, and it gave, splintering easily. He peered around the darkness and didn't feel like piercing it with his mind as he had said the words he had muttered once before in this spot. He walked farther in the house and then was jerked back by Joey, who know had his hands on Bakura's shoulders.
"Can't you wait for anyone?"
"Not when Ryou is in trouble. I suggest you learn to keep up."
Seto cleared his throat to remind them what they were doing, and Yugi stepped past them into the house.
"This seems too familiar."
"I hope it doesn't provide the same results," Yami muttered.
~Looks the flame, in the face
Fresh hells, can't erase~
~@~
end part III
Okay, an abrupt end to this part, but I need a bit more material for part four, which will indeed be the final part...
Sorry, what I did to Ryou was necessary for my intentions concerning the end of this story...
"The Road goes ever on and on" (another Scooby Snack...more for specifics...and no looking, that's cheating!)