The Path of Vengeance

A/N: How many of you have ever tried to write a lemon in a public place? Boy, is that one uncomfortable situation! I kept glancing around at the other patrons in the library wondering if they were glancing at my computer screen and seeing words like "cock" and "climax". At least I was writing on my own PC and in a solitary corner or else I'd have been banned! LOL Enjoy!


“Wow, thanks, Tea,” Yugi said with a smile as he held up the stuffed Kuriboh slippers.

Yami grinned. “Aibou, if those come up missing don’t blame me.”

Laughter broke out at the thought of Yami walking around with giant Kuribohs stuck to his feet. “Get real Yami, your huge feet wouldn’t fit into them. They’re Yugi-sized,” Tea quipped.

“Here, open mine,” Mai said, handing the small teen a bright blue package.

Yugi moved carefully, slowly stuffing his feet into the slippers. He turned back to the package in his hand and carefully peeled away the paper to reveal a beautiful hardbound book on ancient Egyptian society and mythology. “Mai,” he breathed. “Thank you so much.”

“Don’t get all weepy on me,” Mai replied in her usual fashion, secretly pleased that her gift was appreciated.

“Hey, neat,” Malik commented. He looked at Yami. “Yugi, I think you’ll have to hide that one from him too.”

Yami held up his hands. “I won’t touch it,” he said.

Yugi turned to whisper to Ryou. “Only cause he can’t read it.”

Ryou burst out laughing. “Shh,” he cautioned.

The teen smiled. His friends had really gone all out for this. There was a massive mound of gifts behind him and even more waiting to be opened. “You guys really shouldn’t have gone to all of this trouble,” he said.

“Don’t worry about it, Yugi,” Isis replied. “We all care about you and we want you to know it.”

“I do,” he promised.

Joey poked his head into the living room. “Hey Yugi, do you mind if I steal Duke for a minute?”

“Not at all,” Yugi replied, struggling to hold on to the massive gift that Serenity had placed in his hands.

Duke got up and walked into the hallway, following Joey downstairs. “What’s going on, baby?”

“He had something more important to do.”

Duke raised an eyebrow. “He said that?”

“That was the idea.”

The dice king grasped Joey’s shirt and pulled him close. “It must have been serious for him to miss this.”

Joey wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. “He wouldn’t tell me what it was. He’s a fucking prick.”

Duke ran his hands through Joey’s hair. “Calm down, baby. Don’t get all upset until you know the whole story. Maybe something awful did happen.”

“Like what? What could be so terrible that he wouldn’t show?”

“I don’t know. Probably something to do with Kaiba. Anything that man does is eligible for the five o’clock news. Makes sense that they wouldn’t share any details.”

“Ugh, don’t get me started on Kaiba.”

“Just promise me you’ll give Tristan a chance to explain when he can, okay?”

Joey sighed. “Fine. But if it’s not a life-threatening emergency I’m kicking his ass.”

“Deal. No blood shed and he’s toast.”

The blonde leaned up and kissed his lover hungrily, grinding their bodies together. When he got angry he got horny. When he got upset he got horny. He could feel Duke’s initial resistance fade away just before he was slammed into the nearest wall, pinned to it by his lover. “Damn, how do you always manage to get my cock hard at the most inconvenient times?” he asked huskily.

“You started this,” Duke reminded him, fumbling with the zipper on the blonde’s jeans. He managed to yank it down and snaked his hand inside, amused to note the lack of undergarment resistance. He knew of his lover’s need to punctuate extreme emotion with sexual release. A fact he rather enjoyed.

Joey’s head fell back as the dark haired teen ravaged his neck, biting and sucking hungrily at the creamy flesh. “Duke,” he moaned.

“What do you want, baby?” Duke asked, pulling back to meet lust filled amber eyes. His hand alternated between squeezing Joey’s erection gently and stroking it with slow, unhurried movements.

“Oh gods, don’t stop,” Joey breathed, his hips thrusting sharply.

Duke continued the languid motions, savoring the desperate mewls that began to escape his lover’s lips. He could feel Joey’s hands tangle in his hair, searching for that certain spot at the base of his neck. “Fuck Joey,” he hissed, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure to his groin.

Joey used his grip on Duke’s hair to pull the emerald eyed teen into another heated kiss. His tongue pressed forward, seeking entrance into the sultry opening. Access granted, he coaxed Duke’s tongue into his mouth and clamped down on it with his lips, drawing them up and back over it as though it were an extension of Duke’s cock.

And it may as well have been as far as the dice king was concerned. After all, it had almost the exact same effect on his crotch. He whimpered into Joey’s mouth, the pressure in his groin building to exorbitant heights. He regained ownership of his tongue and pressed his forehead to the blonde’s. “I really want to fuck you right now, baby.”

Joey groaned as the image was processed. “Not here,” he said regretfully.

“Mmm…why do you always do this to me?”

With a sexy smirk Joey slid his thigh between Duke’s legs, rubbing the bulge in his pants. “He doesn’t seem to mind.”

Duke inhaled sharply at the contact. He kissed Joey again before stepping back and slowly dropping to his knees, carefully unbuttoning the blonde’s jeans and lowering them down his thighs. Although every fiber of his being was crying out for him to take his lover he forced himself to suppress the need. Instead he slowly ran his tongue along the underside of Joey’s manhood, eliciting another string of expletives to escape his boyfriend.

“Oh hell, right there, baby, fuck yeah.”

Duke’s eyes traveled upward, desire rushing through him at Joey’s open look of lust and yearning. He reached down and unzipped his own pants, taking his throbbing cock into his hand and squeezing a bit too hard, trying to hold off his release.

Joey bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out when Duke slowly swallowed him to the hilt. His hands clenched into fists as he fought the urge to grab his lover by the back of his head and start fucking his mouth hard and fast.

A low hum resounded from the back of Duke’s throat, further stimulating his lover’s pulsing erection as he struggled to breathe around its length. He pulled back and took it into his hand, pumping expertly. “Close baby?” he asked, mimicking the action on his own organ.

“Uh huh,” Joey replied, helplessly arching into Duke’s touch. He had long since lost the ability to think, he could only feel.

Duke returned his mouth to its predetermined task, setting up a steady rhythm with his lips, tongue, and hand, ensuring that every bit of his boyfriend’s manhood was given the attention it required.

Joey’s breath came out in sharp gasps, release developing deep within. “Duke,” he managed. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come.”

Duke moaned in anticipation and increased the tempo at which he was pleasuring himself. In a matter of seconds he was struggling to swallow every bit of the salty essence that jetted into his mouth with such ferocity. Joey’s small thrusts and scarcely concealed cries sent him over the edge and his own release poured forth, coating the legs of Joey’s jeans.

Joey’s knees shook fiercely and he leaned back against the wall for support. “Damn,” he exhaled.

Duke straightened his pants and stood up, leaning into the blonde. “Better?” he asked.

“Oh, hell yeah. Love you.”

Duke kissed him tenderly. “I love you too, baby.”



Bakura carefully folded the wad of bills handed to him by the clerk that he had exchanged for the mountain of chips he’d claimed at the blackjack table. He crammed his wallet into the pocket of his navy blue slacks and picked up his drink. Another successful round at the tables, he mused. At the rate he was going he would put the casino out of business.

“Stop, thief!”

Bakura immediately tensed, the phrase being one he was all too familiar with. He scanned the room, assessing every exit and calculating the time it would take him to reach each one before he stopped and had to laugh at himself. He’d done nothing wrong. It was somewhat amusing to witness someone else running like a banshee from the guards for once. That is, until he saw who it was.

“MARIK!” he yelled.

The blonde ducked out of the path of one of the security officers and made a beeline for Bakura. “Run, you fool!”

Bakura dropped his glass and darted after the Egyptian, catching up with him quickly. “What the fuck did you do?” he asked.

They burst through the doors of the casino and into the blazing neon street. “That blasted wheel wouldn’t land on my number so I took the ball and threw it.”

“Marik, you dumb shit,” Bakura replied breathlessly as they sprinted around the street corner.

“Don’t preach to me, tomb robber,” he laughed. “I happen to know for a fact that you’ve been in this situation before.”

“Yeah and I’ve been caught before. It’s no fun.”

Marik grabbed his hand and pulled him into an open shop door. “Then we don’t get caught.”

Bakura listened with keen ears to the sound of the guards wheezing by. “We’re going to have to leave now, you know.”

“What do you mean?” Marik asked, casually looking up from a rack of souvenirs.

“They won’t stop looking for you. Every single corner of this city is recorded on camera.”

Marik wrinkled his nose. “Shit, I didn’t think about that.”

“That’s apparent.”

The blonde returned to Bakura’s side and pulled him close, fusing their lips together for a full minute before pulling back. “Are you pissed at me?”

Bakura shrugged. “Nah. It’s not like we can afford to stay in one place very long anyway.” He tightened his grip on his companion. “Besides, I knew what I was signing up for when I decided you could come along.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

“Asshole.”

“Prick.”

“Fucker.”

“Bitch.”

Marik blinked. “Bitch?”

“Yep. Bitch.”

“I am not your bitch.”

Bakura chuckled. “Then whose bitch are you?”

“I’m nobody’s bitch.”

“I’ll remember that the next time you’re begging me to fuck your ass harder.”

Marik nipped at the thief’s neck. “I don’t think so.”

“So you don’t like having my cock inside you?”

A growl of frustration came from the blonde. “Shut up, dick.”

Bakura laughed. “I see. You just don’t want to admit it.”

Another voice caused them to jump. “I think you gentlemen need to finish this conversation outside.”

Marik looked over at the clerk, causing his hips to stop grinding into Bakura’s thigh. “Consider it done,” he said with a laugh.

Twenty minutes later they were on the large bed in their hotel room devouring the dinner that room service had brought up. “So where to now?” Marik asked.

“I don’t know,” Bakura replied. “What do you think?”

“I’m not going on another damn plane, that’s for sure.”

Bakura nodded. “I’m with you on that one.” He took a bite of his meal. “Okay so we head for Los Angeles.”

“Where?”

“It’s in California. You know, where all those celebrity people are that Ryou is always gushing about.”

Marik chewed thoughtfully. “Sounds good to me,” he replied. “How are you planning on getting us there?”

“Bus,” Bakura stated. “The tickets are dirt cheap, not that it matters, and we don’t have to fly in any more planes.”

“Should we start packing then?”

“Yeah. I’ll call the front desk and have them set it up.”

Marik set his plate aside and crawled over to the thief, taking his meal and stacking it on top of his own. He rested against Bakura, chest to chest, his arms sliding around the yami to pull him closer. “Hey, I’m sorry I fucked this place up,” he mumbled.

Bakura smiled over Marik’s head. “No big deal,” he replied casually. “It was my indiscretion that got us here in the first place.”

“So we’re good?”

“Of course. I couldn’t stay mad at you anyway.” Now it was Bakura’s turn to avert his eyes. “If it wasn’t for you the pharaoh would have found me by now. I had no plans to leave Japan, only the city.”

Marik forced the thief to meet his eyes. “You mean you were going to stay there? Yami would have found you and destroyed you in an instant.”

“I know.”

Marik shuddered. He didn’t even want to think about it. Despite his rough exterior and hardened heart Bakura had managed to burrow his way through one and into the other. It wasn’t a scenario that he’d planned on and certainly wasn’t going to profess. He released his hold on his companion and shuffled off of the bed quickly. “So let’s blow this place. Make the call and I’ll round up our clothes.”

Bakura raised an eyebrow at Marik’s hasty escape into the front room. Shaking his head, he picked up the phone. “Front desk? This is Odion Ishtar in suite….”



By the time Duke and Joey returned to the living room Yugi had finished opening his gifts and everyone was engaged in casual conversation. Joey took a seat next to his sister and Duke returned to his spot on the floor with Malik.

“Nice, Joey,” Serenity whispered distastefully.

“What?” the blonde questioned, one eyebrow arched.

Serenity glanced down and quickly looked away. “That.”

Joey mirrored her action, wincing when he noticed the sprinkle of semen on the cuff of his jeans. He shot daggers at Duke who merely smiled. “It wasn’t me,” he defended weakly.

“That’s still gross,” she replied, handing him a tissue from her purse. “Clean it off, would you?”

Joey at least had the decency to blush as he wiped at the area as nonchalantly as possible. “Sorry, sis,” he whispered.

Duke forced himself to keep a straight face while listening to Isis talk about her work at the museum.

“You okay?” Ryou whispered into Yugi’s ear.

“Tired,” Yugi replied, his head resting against Ryou’s chest.

Yami was on his feet in an instant. “I think its time to end the party,” he announced. “Yugi’s getting tired.”

There was a good bit of bustling noise as everyone gathered up their belongings and said goodbye to one another and to Yugi, who was practically falling asleep against Ryou. Yami walked them all to the door and thanked them profusely for all of their kind efforts.

Ryou carefully inched out from beneath the small duelist and watched with a smile as his friend latched on to his stuffed Dark Magician and burrowed into the massive pile of blankets and pillows until only the magenta tips of his hair and the massive Kuriboh slippers were visible.

Yami returned to the room and stepped up behind Ryou, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. “Where’d he go?” he laughed quietly.

Ryou chuckled and leaned into the embrace. “He seems comfortable,” he remarked.

“I knew he’d feel better at home.”

“What about you?”

Yami hugged the teen firmly. “I feel better also.” He released his hold and grasped Ryou’s hand. “Are you hungry?”

Ryou nodded. “Yeah. I didn’t have the chance to eat anything during the party.”

“Well come on, I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Uh, you will?”

Yami, sensing Ryou’s hesitation, raised an eyebrow. “Is that not acceptable?”

“You’re going to cook?”

“Yes,” Yami said slowly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Ryou replied quickly, not wanting to offend. “I just…well, I’ve seen Bakura try to cook before and it wasn’t shall we say…edible.”

Yami chuckled softly. “I assure you that I will make something pleasing to the senses.” He led the way into the kitchen and began assembling the items he would need.

Ryou couldn’t keep his eyes off the pharaoh as his lithe form moved with the grace of royalty through the room. Several times he made a move to speak but was distracted by the sight of a muscle flexing or the prominent jaw line.

Yami could feel the teen’s gaze as he sat one of the pans on the stove. Without turning to look he spoke. “Like what you see?”

Ryou blushed furiously. “I um…you, I mean, I…”

Yami turned to face him. He smiled softly at the look of complete discomfort on the teen’s face. “You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he soothed.

Ryou lowered his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he stated.

The pharaoh returned to his preparations. “Don’t be. I don’t mind.”

The dark haired teen moved to stand next to Yami at the stove. “You’re really handsome,” he whispered shyly.

Yami put an arm over Ryou’s shoulders and kissed his temple. “Thank you,” he replied. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Ryou burst into laughter. “Gee, thanks.”

The spirit grinned. He’d not felt so at ease with anyone but Yugi ever since he’d been freed from the Millennium Puzzle. It was a nice feeling. One that he wasn’t about to let go. He cupped Ryou’s face in his hands, drawing it upward. After placing a gentle but passion-filled kiss on those soft pink lips he spoke again. “You’re beautiful to me.”

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Again, thanks for keeping tabs on my story. This one has fast become my baby. Do any of you other authors have a story like that? It's comforting in an odd sort of way. Anyway, drop me a note and let me know what you think!