Nobody Lives Happily Ever After

Nobody Lives Happily Ever After
By: EVIL MJ


Disclaimer: I don't own Yugi-oh, if I did they would all be home doing my housework right now

Warning...hmm...soft porn....that's about it...oh and it's too guys, so if that creeps you out I am sure you can find something better to do.

Sorry I have been soo busy. But I promise to be better at updating from now on.
This is only a short chapter but, just something to wet you whistle if you will.

I will thank all you marvelous reveiwers individually in the next chapter, when I have more time.

Thanks for all the great reviews....well you know...keep it up..I CRAVE the attention.!!
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Chapter Fifteen

Ryou couldn’t help but wonder just how he got himself into this situation. It wasn’t as if he actively sought it out, somehow he just found himself once again at the mercy of something sinister.

He could only watch helpless as Bakura leaned in close and licked the bead of sweat that was trailing down his face, the cold edge of the blade in Bakura’s hand pressed against the soft flesh of his belly. He tried to keep his composure, however the strain of having his arms bound above his head for so long was beginning to take its tole and they began to shake of their own volition. Bakura’s eyes narrowed and he smiled, a sleazy smile that made Ryou’s flesh crawl.

“It seems the years have made you soft, my plaything. Perhaps with some training we can get you into some better e.” e.” His taunts hit home with the same impact as if he had driven the knife deep inside. Ryou grimaced in pain and turned his face away.

“You can torture me all you want Bakura, you will never control me. Not like you think.” He spat his words like venom. Bakura paused a moment before he threw his head back and uttered a bark of laughter.

“Oh, grown some teeth have we, my little pet? That’s okay. I like it when you fight back, makes things more exciting.” The hand without the knife began to caress Ryou’s naked flesh, making him shiver. The fact that he was reacting in any way to the unwanted touch made him almost nauseous with self-loathing.

“It’s okay to enjoy it.” Bakura purred as if reading his thoughts. “I know I enjoy touching you, tasting you. I love the scent of your fear, the way you pretend to find my unwanted touch. But we both know that when it comes down to it, I am the only one that can make you feel.”

A tear trickled from the corner of Ryou’s eye; Bakura quickly caught it with his tongue, a satisfied gleam in his eye.

“You can’t deny the way you react to my touch, the way I bring you to the teetering at the brink of both great ecstasy and great pain, and the way you cry out when I finally allow you release.” Before Ryou could protest Bakura claimed his mouth in a greedy hungry kiss that was as if he was trying to devour him. He felt his heart quicken as Bakura thrust his tongue between his lips, the flaccid flesh between his legs suddenly awakening at the fierce plundering.

Bakura growled in his throat and reached down between them; grasping the growing member and caressing it with an expert touch causing Ryou to moan with pleasure.

“See, little one, even your body reacts as it was made for me alone.” Bakura whispered harshly. He stopped his ministrations to Ryou long enough to shed his clothes, his body gleamed in the light of the candles, his erection jutting out before him, he was almost like some long forgotten God standing before him, making Ryou’ s breath catch in his throat.

“Please.” He pleaded to his captor. Bakura nuzzled Ryou’s ear, his teeth lightly nipping his flesh.

“Please what?” He asked mockingly.

Resolved, Ryou turned so that he could look him in the eyes.

“Please let me go. So I can touch you.” Bakura froze at the requesor oor once almost unsure of himself, only for a moment before he undid the ropes that bound Ryou.

With the urgency that he never experienced before Ryou grabbed Bakura, taking fistfuls of his long pale hair and drew him into a rough embrace, this time he was the aggressor, his kiss was rough and passionate, allowing himself to express the feelings that lay hidden for so long.

He allowed his hands to explore the contours and muscles of Bakurfinefinely sculpted back before he finally pulled away and regarded him for a moment. Bakura seemed to spark with energy, his eyes dancing.

“Finally.” Was the only word he uttered before he let Ryou lead him over to bed bed and lay him down.

Feeling a new sense of freedom, Ryou allowed himself to explore all of Bakura, thrilling at the newness of the experience. First with tentative touches, like that of a virgin, then more daring, tasting the pale flesh with his lips and touch, feeling a sense of power at each groan and exhalation of breath that accompanied his touch.

He blazed a path of torturous heat with his mouth down Bakura’s chest; Ryou’s eyes never once left his as gently he nipped at the sensitive nipples. There was something amazing about the way Bakura’s darkened with lust and his breath started to quicken in response, he felt Bakura’s hands tangling in his hair and moving down his back, raking his with his nails.

Encourage he continued his descent until he reached his goal. With a renewed sense of purpose he took the arousal into his mouth and slowly started suck on its throbbing length. All the while he used his hands to caress and fondle the sensitive skin below it, and the tight opening, teasing touches that made Bakura writhe in pleasure
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As he increased the speed of his actions he could feel Bakura tensing and thrusting against him, his breath now comin har harsh pants, his head thrown back in ecstasy. Ryou paused to lick one finger and slowly insert it into Bakura as he resumed his place. The intrusion was enough to send Bakura over the edge with a horse cry he spilled his seed into Ryou’s mouth.

Satisfied that he had proved his point, he only smiled coyly when Bakura gripped him by the back of the neck.

“My turn.”

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Mai stood outside Joey’s door. The panic that had gripped her had yet to subside, her baby was missing and now she had to find her. She pounded on the door loudly, calling out Joey’s name until he opened it, and stood before her, bleary with sleep.

“Mai, baby, what is it?” He asked, drawing her into his arms. The action seemed so natural that he did not give it a second thought. Mai allowed him to hold her for but a moment before she pulled away. Her beautiful face a picture of anguish.

”Oh God, Joey, she’s missing. Our baby is missing.” Joey could feel his heartbeat start to pick up it’s pace, the pit of his stomach dropping to the floor.

“What are you talking about, Mai?” He grabbed her shoulders almost roughly, and then as if realizing his actions he dropped his hands again. Mai wiped away the tears that she was loath to shed, always afraid to show her weakness.

“I was supposed to go to breakfast this morning with Kyla, but she never showed up. When I went to her apartment the door was unlocked and her stuff was strewn all about the bedroom, and she was gone.” Joey sighed and put his arm around his ex-wife in a show of parental solidarity.

“Mai, honey, how you know that she just didn’t end up sleeping over somewhere else last night and forgot about your breakfast date. As much as I hate to admit it, she does have a boyfriend, and things seem to be pretty serious.”

Mai turned to him with a look that filled his heart with dread; if he could he would have covered his ears to block her her next words.

“There was blood on the floor Joey, a trail of blood as if someone dragged her out of the room.” And with that she felt into his arms, sobbing.

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Seto stood in front of the window and looked outside. He had decided to take a rare day off to try to mend some of the fences he had broken with his family. Isis seemed to appreciate his efforts, although she was still quite reserved with him.

Nothing seemed to be going right lately and it really burned him that he could not fix it. Seto was not one for great displays of emotions, even if he did feel them quite keenly inside. He could put on a display of stony contempt, even when his heart was breaking on the inside. Years of self-sufficiency taught him how to protect himself, how else could he continue to run a successful empire.

From dowirs irs he heard some banging and yelling. It was obvious that someone was giving his security team a run for their money. Out of curiosity he made a call to his security office to see what the ruckus was.

Grayson, his chief officer quickly responded to the call, letting him know that a certain cop was at the door, demanding to be let in, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Furious at the gall of Wheeler intruding on the sanctity of his home yet again, Seto decided to handle matters himself.

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Joey watched as Seto entered the hallway, his bearing the cultured ease of those who have been bred into the life of civility, untouched and aloof.

“Where is she Kaiba?!” He snarled. His rage was coiled inside him like a serpent ready to strike. Although the desire to rush over and pound Kaiba until he bled was strong, he remained well aware of the compliment of security that surrounded him.

“If you are referring to my wife, I am afraid you have missed her. She just left for the museum.” He replied coldly, his arms crossed his chest.

“I’m talking about Kyla, my daughter, you son of a bitch. And don’t insult me by pretending you have no idea what I am talking about, I spoke to all her neighbors, and two of them identified a car with plates registered to the Kaiba Corporation.”

Seto raised an eyebrow in an imperious manner as if to indicate he was not impressed.

“We both know that Mokuba is seeing your daughter, despite the obvious class distinction. Who’s to say that he wasn’t the one visiting her?”

Joey clenched his fists at the barb and did his best not to jump across the room and wipe the smug smile off Kaiba’s face.

“I thought of that, asshole. It just so happens that the man driving the car fit your description perfectly. Now, you want to tell me why you were bothering my little girl or do things have to get ugly?”

Some of the smugness left Seto’s face and his arms fell to his sides in almost defeat.

“You’re right. I did go to see your daughter. It because it was apparent that no matter how hard I reasoned with Mokuba, he would never listen to reason. There is no way I was going to allow him to ruin his life by marrying someone beneath his standards. I had no other recourse then to speak to your daughter and convince her to change her mind about seeing my brother.”

Joey’s teeth were clen so so hard they started to hurt. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the security team moving in a little closer in anticipation of his reaction.

“What you mean, you bastard is that you were going to throw some money at Kyla so that she would leave the precious Kaiba princeling alone. Except my baby has a lot more class and dignity than the whole clan of you jackals and I’d bet my life savings that she threw it back in your face.” He snarled menacingly. Seto’s face remained expressionless as if made of stone.

“She wasn’t there.” He stated quietly. Causing Joey to do a double take.

“What do you mean she wasn’t there?” He demanded, his anger slowly easing off being replaced by something closer to panic.

“I mean, mutt...she wasn’t there. The door was closed and no one answered when I knocked. I hate to admit it, but I even checked the windows, there wasn’t anyone inside, so I left.”

Joey could feel his body almost tingle with dread, more so than any normal parent due to the nature of his job and the case that he was currently working on. He looked up at Seto with such despair that even Kaiba could feel for his adversary.

“Then where the hell is she?”

Seto could offer nothing.

Joey rubbed his face with his hands and took a deep breath. This was no time to fall apart; he had to start thinking clearly, even if it meant detaching himself from the situation.

“Where’s your brother Seto, I need to speak to him.” Seto had the decency to look uncomfortable as he answered the question truthfully.

“I have no idea; he never came home last night.”

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Tristan never realized how lonely the sea really was until this point in time. He looked at his glass and swirled the amber liquid around the ice cubes. It would be so easy to allow himself to fall into his old habits. But not this time, this was not about him.

He took a drink of his ginger ale and looked up at the sky; sun sun was full and bright and beat down on him relentlessly. He didn’t care, the heat didn’t really register, and his tanned flesh was turning a little red under the self imposed torture.

He could almost hear Mako and Hiroe laughing, running around the deck teasing each other, and then somewhere in his deepest thoughts, the cry of his unborn child.

With a sign he looked over at the gun on the e ane and wondered

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Well....too be continued right...sorry Dragondreamer...did I do that on purpose?? he he

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EVIL MJ