Project: Destiny

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Disclaimer: Unfortunately anything dealing with Yu-gi-oh does not belong to me but to a very rich and lucky person. So no suing!
Includes: Yaoi (male/male relationships), slight AU but no spoilers, mpreg
Pairings: Seto/Joey, Yami/Yugi, Marik/Malik, Bakura/Ryou, possible others
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General A/N: HAPPY THANKSGIVING ALL! I hope everyone had a nice turkey day and stuffed themselves silly. I know I did. I don’t think I’ll be able to eat anything else for a week…*eyes pies sitting on the kitchen table*…maybe not. I’m saving my cleaning up for tomorrow so I thought I’d drop by with another chapter for you all as a gift. I’ll warn you that for several of the next chapters I’m going to do about one or two chapters for each month depending on the holidays or special events in the month, this way I could fit the whole nine months of pregnancy in the story without dragging it out too long.

And good news! I’ve finished the sequel which I think I’m just going to add on to the end of this when I get done. And I’m already making plans for my next story which does involve the YGO boys again. I’ve got a name for it but I’m waiting to tell you until I’m sure that’s going to be the name, probably when I get done with this story. But for now, lets get on with the story…


Project: Destiny
Chapter Nineteen
by Ravenx

~Mid-September~

“Marik!” Malik hops down the stairs into the living room, a pair of loose white Capri pants hanging low on his hips, a dark violet tank top hugging his chest.

“I can’t wait for Jade to come over tonight.” Yugi smiles from his position curled up on one of the chairs, his blue jeans and navy long sleeved shirt covering his small form.

“I know. I love her.” Ryou giggles as he lays on the sofa, his bare ankles crossed on an arm rest while his head rests on the cushion, he wears a pair of black track pants with a lime green strip on the sides and a loose white, short sleeved shirt.

“Marik!”

“I do too. She is like the only person I know beside us that are not afraid of the yamis. Well, Bakura and Marik anyway.” The smallest boy winks.

“I love anyone not scared to hit Kura to make him behave. Sometimes I just get to tired to bother.”

“Marik!”

“Malik, what are you doing?” Yugi looks over his chair at the pale blonde.

“Have you guys seen my yami?”

“Nope.” Ryou shakes his head.

“I haven’t ei…wait…has anyone seen Yami?” Yugi glances around the room.

“Oh, this can’t be good.” Malik sighs.

“Where’s Bakura?” The tri-colored haired hikari stands up slowly. “What has Marik and Bakura done to Yami now?”

“I ain’t done nothing.” Bakura exists the swinging door of the kitchen, a glass of orange juice in one hand and a small bowl of green grapes in the other, a pair of low riding, black pajama pants with blood red swirls on them covering his bare feet, a black tank top hugging his chest tightly.

“Thank goodness. I really don’t feel like yelling at you right now.” Ryou giggles as he sits up long enough for Bakura to sit down before laying his head on the white haired yami’s lap.

“But that still leaves Marik missing.” Yugi starts wringing his hands together.

“Don’t worry. Maybe they aren’t together.” Malik looks worried.

“Kura and Marik have been on their best behavior lately when we are at school.” Ryou speaks up before a grape is dropped into his mouth.

“It’s not our fault the Pharaoh can’t take care of himself.” Bakura snorts.

“He can take care of himself, he just doesn’t want to make Ryou and Malik mad by kicking your butt.” Yugi sticks his tongue out at the yami.

“I’d like to see him try.”

“Guys! This isn’t helping us find our yamis.” Malik stomps his bare foot.

“Did you look in all the rooms upstairs?” Ryou asks his pale blonde friend.

“Yes, neither of them were there.”

“Check down here?”

“I’m guessing they weren’t in the kitchen, Bakura?” Malik walks over to the door behind the sofa, opening it enough to peak in for a second.

“Nope.” The white haired yami speaks with a mouthful of juicy grapes.

“Uh, Kura, don’t talk with your mouth full.” Ryou wipes a trickle of grape from his nose.

“Sorry.”

“Have you checked outside?” Yugi asks.

“No.”

“Then check outside.” Bakura barks over the sofa.

Yugi bounces from foot to foot beside his chair as he watches the pale blonde move to the front door, a small tanned hand reaches out to the doorknob just as a knocking comes from the other side causing Malik to jump back.

“That scared the…” Malik shakes his head as he opens the door to reveal a short raven haired boy standing in front of sandy haired boy.

“Hey, Malik!” Mokuba smiles up at the pale blonde, a wide smile on his face.

“Hey, kid.”

“Hope you don’t mind us coming over a little early.” Joey speaks from behind the shorter boy.

“Yeah, we had to pry Seto away from the computer.” The raven haired boy moves past Malik into the living room.

“Where is he?” Malik asks.

“Getting out of the limo. He isn’t in a very good mood, so me and Mokie got out of there fast so he is probably taking it out on the driver.” Joey shakes his head, following closely behind the younger boy.

“Hey, kiddo.” Yugi smiles, waving a little at Mokuba.

“Hi, guys.” Mokuba hops across the room to sit in the other chair, his sneakers making no noise on the white carpet, his pale blue jeans wrinkling slightly as he sits, his small hands fidgeting with his gray long sleeved shirt.

“Just make yourself at home, Mokie.” Joey rolls his honey eyes as he stands behind Yugi’s chair, his arms crossing over his black short sleeved shirt with a large cut designed on it from his right shoulder to the middle of his chest, his slightly tanned chest peaking out from the small open area. His tight black jeans flair out a little at the knees, laying around his black boots.

“Its fine, Joey.” Ryou reassures. “You’re all welcome here.”

“I’m going out to try and find the guys.” Malik walks out the door, leaving it open behind him.

“What’s wrong?” Joey asks.

“We can’t find Marik and Yami.” Yugi pouts.

“Never a good sign.” Ryou giggles.

“At least Bakura is here.” Joey shrugs.

“Lay off.” The white haired yami growls.

“Nice of you to join us, big brother.” Mokuba smiles at the entranceway behind Joey.

Seto just walks up behind his lover, his arms wrapping around Joey’s slim waist, his long sleeved navy sweater with a white dragon painted on the front hugs his chest and arms tightly, showing off slight muscles. A pair of loose black slacks covers his legs and tops of black shoes, his hands rest gently on Joey’s smooth stomach.

“You guys didn’t see Yami or Marik in the front yard, did you?” Yugi asks.

“Nope.” Mokuba yawns widely.

“Not get any sleep last night, Mokuba?” Ryou tilts his head to get a better look at the raven haired boy.

“No, their was a lot of noise coming from the room across the hall from mine. Don’t know what it could have been.” Mokuba smirks over at his older brother.

“Be quiet.” Seto growls.

“Maybe you should take your own advice.” Mokuba grins, his violet eyes moving down to look at a chuckling Joey. “Although if I remember correctly it wasn’t so much you, big brother, as…”

“Okay, enough.” Joey narrows his honey eyes at the younger boy.

“I kinda wanted to hear the rest of that.” Bakura smirks.

“Every thing is fine. I found them.” Malik walks back into the house, closing the door behind him and moving into the living room.

“Where are they?” Yugi sits slowly back down in his chair.

“Outback dueling.”

“You mean they aren’t trying to kill each other?” Ryou asks surprised.

“Not yet, but Marik isn’t looking too happy. Yami is beating him.”

“Of course.” Yugi smiles widely.

“When is Jade coming by?” Joey quickly changes the subject.

“Should be any minute now.” The shorter boy turns his attention to the white haired boy laying across the sofa. “Are you feeling any better, Ryou?”

“A little.” Ryou turns onto his side, his cheek resting on Bakura’s upper thigh, a hand sneaking up to lay on the yami’s knee, his legs curling up slightly to his chest.

“Morning sickness?” Joey asks.

“Yep.”

“Joey has the same problem.” Mokuba nods.

“At least Yugi seems to be stopping. He didn’t even get sick this morning.” Malik pouts as he leans on the back of the sofa.

“Lucky.” Joey mumbles.

“You guys will probably start easing off soon.” The smallest hikari looks over his shoulder to Joey and Seto. “You two want to sit down?”

“We’re okay.” The sandy blonde leans back more into his lover’s chest.

“Are you sure Marik and Yami weren’t killing each other?” Yugi asks Malik.

“Positive. They said they’d come in as soon as they were done and Marik only had about hundred life points left.” The pale blonde leans further over the sofa, his hand tickling the bottom of Ryou’s bare feet.

“Stop it.” Ryou giggles, his legs moving up further on the sofa.

“Can’t help it. I’m bored.” Malik’s head tilts toward the front door as a knock sounds around the room.

“Then answer the door and leave my hikari alone.” Bakura growls as he places the bowl of half eaten grapes on the coffee table before moving his hand to lay on Ryou’s hip.

Malik sticks his tongue out at the white haired yami before jogging over to the door and opening it up to reveal a smiling Jade. Her long forest green hair is tied back in its custom braid, a tight white tank top hugs her chest with silver glittery letters spelling out ‘Girl Power’ across the front, a strap of a black bra sliding down one of her shoulders. A short black and red plaid skirt sits low on her hips, coming to a stop several inches above her knees with a thick black leather belt wrapped around her waist, three silver chains hanging from it. Black combat boots go all the way up to her knees, the expanse of skin showing between her boots and skirt covered in black net stockings, several silver rings adorn her fingers along with thick black leather wrist bands and a ball and chain necklace with a pendant of a dragonfly.

“Hey, Jade!” Malik waves the smiling girl into the house.

“Hi, Mally.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Hello, Jade.” Yugi smiles over at the green haired girl as she moves around the sofa.

“Hey all.” Jade waves her hands around the room. “How are my little preggy ones?”

“Great.”

“Fine.”

“Terrific.”

“Sick.”

“Oh, my poor little albino.” Jade leans over the back of the sofa to rub Ryou’s arm. “Afternoon sickness?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you all still having morning sickness?” Her bright blue eyes look over toward the other pregnant boys.

“Me and Joey are but Yugi hasn’t had any today.” Malik pouts.

“Well, like the doc said, it should start slowing down this month. You been eating properly?”

“Yes, mother.” Joey sticks his tongue out at the older girl.

“Watch it, JJ, or I’ll have your master spank you.” Jade smirks.

“I think he likes that though.” Mokuba giggles in his chair.

“Mouth shut, Mokuba.” Seto growls over Joey’s sandy blonde head.

“Hey, don’t growl at my little man.” Jade moves around the sofa to sit on the arm of Mokuba’s chair, wrapping an arm around his slim shoulders as he sticks his tongue out at his big brother.

“What are we doing today?” Yugi asks as he hears a growl from above him.

“How about going to the mall?” Malik suggests.

“No, to boring.” Joey shakes his head.

“What about seeing a movie?” Jade asks.

“I like that.” Yugi nods.

“What do you like, chibi ichi?” Yami comes into the room wearing a pair of tight fitting black leather pants and a black tank top, his boots pad across the white carpet.

“Going to the movies tonight. Did you beat Marik?”

“Of course.”

“Not by much.” Marik walks in after Yami, his dark gray track pants hanging loosely on his legs with a white tank top lined in black hugging his chest tightly.

“Yeah, a thousand life points isn’t much.” Yami rolls his dark purple eyes.

“Cram it, Pharaoh.”

“Hey, no fighting boys.” Jade calls over to the glaring yamis.

“Hello, Jade. When did you get here?” Yami steps away from the pale blonde yami closer to his hikari.

“Hey, Spike. Just got here a few minutes ago. Movie sound good to you guys?”

“As long as I don’t have to sit next to him I’m fine with it.” Marik points at the tri-colored haired yami.

“So what are we sitting around here for? Let’s go to the theater.” Mokuba hops up.

“We can take the limo to fit all of us.” Seto speaks up.

“So very kind of you, Ice Prince.” Jade winks at the tall brunette.

“You guys go ahead, me and Kura are going to stay here.” Ryou snuggles deeper into the sofa.

“But I want to go watch a movie.” Bakura pouts as he sits his empty glass on the coffee table.

“Are you sure, Ryou?” Yugi asks as he gets up, rolling his eyes at the other yami.

“Yeah, I don’t feel like going.” Ryou lays one of his pale arms across his lover’s lap.

“But…” Bakura starts as he watches the others moving toward the door.

“Shh, Kura.” Ryou whispers to his lover. “Stay and keep me company.” He turns a pout up toward dark brown eyes.

“Fine.” Bakura sighs.

“Do you want one of us to stay?” Jade asks.

“No, Kura will take care of me.”

“Are you sure about that?” Yami asks skeptically.

“Pharaoh…”

“I’m sure.” Ryou says quickly.

“We’ll see you later, little albino.” Jade waves as she disappears out the door followed closely by the rest of the boys except Malik who slips on a pair of flip-flops.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Malik calls over his shoulder as he locks and shuts the door behind him.

“That doesn’t leave much, does it.” Bakura chuckles. “Why couldn’t I go the movies?”

“Because I want you here.”

Ryou slowly stands up, walking around the sofa to lean over the back, his arms wrapping around Bakura’s shoulders, his lips ghosting over his lover’s pale ear.

“And I want you somewhere else too.” Ryou whispers to his lover.

“Oh, really? And where would that be?”

“You’ll just have to come around here and look for yourself.”

Bakura looks over his shoulder as his lover’s slim arms move from around his neck, the warm breathe disappearing from his ear. Ryou smiles down at his yami, his hands slowly pulling his black track pants and white boxers down, letting them pool around his bare feet. He leans back over the middle of the sofa, his rear end shaking slightly as he winks at his smirking white haired lover.

“You’re feeling naughty today.” Bakura gets up and moves slowly around the couch toward his hikari.

“Just a little.”

“I thought you were sick.”

“I was when I woke up but I haven’t gotten sick since then.”

“You’ve been lying to the others?” Bakura raises an eyebrow as he stops behind his bent over love, his hands gently resting on the slim, pale hips in front of him, his thumbs caressing the smooth flesh.

“I really wanted you.”

“You could have just dragged me upstairs anytime.” Bakura bends over Ryou, his lips kissing him through the white shirt.

“Maybe I feel like being a little noisy.” Ryou pushes his hips back into his lover’s covered hardening arousal.

“You’ve been hanging out with Malik too much…I like it.” The yami smirks.

“Kura, please. I really want you now.” Ryou continues pushing back against his lover.

“Did you bring any lube down?” Bakura runs his hands under Ryou’s shirt, pulling it halfway up his back as he kissing his shoulder blade.

“Didn’t get a chance.”

“I’ll run up and ge…”

“No, I want you now.”

“But…”

“Now!” Ryou’s hips jerk back, his hands resting gently on cushion below him.

“I’m not doing anything without preparing you.”

“I really want you though, I don’t think I can wait.” Ryou whines.

“You won’t have to then.” Bakura starts sliding down his hikari’s body.

“What…oh!” Ryou lets out a loud moan as Bakura’s breathe blows over his bottom.

Bakura’s lips gliding down Ryou’s left butt cheek, his teeth nipping at the pale flesh, his hands moving back to the slim hips before running down to pull apart his lover’s cheeks. His lips glide between the smooth globes, his tongue sliding out of his mouth to push at Ryou’s entrance. The smaller boy moans loudly, his fingernails digging into the fabric of the cushion, his eyes shutting tightly and mouth hanging open.

“Oh…Kura…plea…please…oh.” Ryou jerks his hips back into the wet appendage of his lover.

“Don’t do that.” Bakura leans back for a moment, swatting Ryou on the bottom before leaning forward again and biting a smooth globe.

“You’re mean.”

Smirking, the white haired yami resumes his actions with his tongue, pushing the wet muscle deep into his lover’s opening, his lips sucking the little pucker. His tongue moves in and out slowly, entering as far as he can before pulling out to lick over the small opening.

“Oh…I…Kura…you…” Ryou’s head falls, his hair moving in sheets around his face. “Kura…please…Kura.”

“Think you’re prepared enough?” Bakura asks as he pulls back slightly, his tongue flicking over the entrance once more.

“Yes, yes, yes. Just please…Kura…” Ryou whines, his head tilting to look over his shoulder pleading at his yami.

“Don’t give me that look.” Bakura kisses his lover’s opening before standing up, his hands moving to pull down his pajama bottoms.

“Then stop wasting time.”

“I’m not wasting time. I don’t want to hurt you.” The taller boy lends down kissing the back of his lover’s head. “You should be thankful for that.”

“Right now, I don’t care. I just want you. Don’t make me beg anymore.”

“But I like to hear you beg.” Bakura smirks his hands grabbing Ryou’s hips as he slowly pushes forward, his erection sliding deep into his lover.

“Oh…Kura…” Ryou lets out a scream of pleasure as Bakura pushes all the way inside him, the tip of his arousal brushing against his sweet spot.

“You alright?” The taller boy pauses, leaning down to kiss Ryou’s back through his shirt.

“Yes…move.”

“You sure?”

“Yes…move.”

“Don’t you…”

“Move, Kura.” Ryou whines, his hips jerking back.

“Yes, sir.”

Bakura stands back up, his hands tightening on his lover’s thin hips, his dark brown eyes looking down to where their bodies connect. He bites his bottom lip as he watches himself pulling out to the tip before slowly moving back in, the sound of his lover’s moan pounding in his ear.

“No…Kura…hard…fast…please.” Ryou head falls back down, his hair framing his pale face.

“If that’s what you want.”

Ryou’s fingers clutch at the white cushion below him, his eyes closing tightly as Bakura pulls back and pushes back in hard and fast. The yami’s eyes continue to watch himself pounding his lover’s small entrance, his fingernails digging slightly into Ryou’s hips leaving crescent shaped red marks. The sensations only making Ryou scream louder in pleasure, his voice slightly muffled as he leans his head down further to bit into the cushion on the back of the sofa, his hair moving around his face like silk.

Bakura groans, his legs move further apart as one of his hands move up the middle of Ryou’s well-defined spine, sliding under his shirt to grasps the back of his lover’s thin neck. His fingers tighten around the nape, pulling Ryou up until his mouth leaves the sofa, his cries of ecstasy once again filling the room.

“Oh…Kura…more…harder.” Ryou’s light brown eyes remain closed, his mouth hanging open as moans escape.

The white haired yami grins down at the back of his hikari, the hand on Ryou’s neck easing up slightly, the thumb running over a pulsing vein lightly. His hips piston in and out of his lover’s slim body quickly and roughly, his erection slamming over and over again into the small bundle of nerves hidden deep within Ryou’s grasping passage.

“Mmm…Ryou…so good.”

Dark brown eyes snap up as he watches one of Ryou’s hands move around the back of the sofa, sneaking around his pale body, sliding down his chest slowly. Bakura quickly reaches out, grabbing the hand around the tiny wrist and placing it back beside its equal.

“Kura.” Ryou whines, his head turning to look over his shoulder, his white hair falling into his eyes.

“No touching.”

“But…but…Kura…”

“No.”

“I’m…so close…please…Kura…don’t be…mean.” Ryou moans he is thrust into again and again.

“I’m not being mean.” Bakura smirks up at his lover.

“Then…oh…let me…”

“No…you’ll see.”

Bakura’s hand moves from the nape of Ryou’s neck to smack his firm bottom as he pulls out before thrusting back in, the hikari’s head falling back down over the sofa. The yami starts moving his hips faster, pushing harder into his lover, his hand sliding once again to grab a tight hold of Ryou’s slim waist.

“Oh…Kura…please.”

“So close.”

Bakura throws his head back as his releases his seed deep inside his love at the same time Ryou’s arousal twitches and explodes on to his chest, the floor, and the back of the sofa. The white haired yami continues to thrust into his tight hikari for several minutes, his hands slowly loosening their grip as he leans down to kiss the back of Ryou’s bend head.

“Told you, you wouldn’t need to touch yourself.” Bakura chuckles, his nose burying in Ryou’s cherry scented hair.

“That…was…amazing.” Ryou pants.

“Like that, huh?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Smirking, Bakura slowly pulls out of his lover, bending down to pull up his pajama pants before standing up straight, giving Ryou’s bottom another soft smack.

“I think you need to hang out with Malik more often if you’re going to act like this.” Bakura moves around the sofa slowly.

“We’re going to have to throw the others out as much as possible.” Ryou pants, his head still bowed.

“What got you in that kind of mood?” Bakura sits down on the sofa next to Ryou’s hanging head.

“I don’t know. I’ve just been dying for you to pound me all day.” Ryou mumbles.

“Are you stuck?” Bakura chuckles.

“I think I might be.”

“I’m just that good I guess.” The white haired yami reaches around to pop his lover on the rear end.

“Crap.”

“What?”

“Now I have to clean the floor and sofa.” Ryou whines as he reaches down, pulling up his track pants as he slowly stands up, his eyes casting a glance at the mentioned items.

“You’re the one who wanted to be taken over the sofa.” Bakura shrugs as he reaches out to grab the remote off the coffee table.

“You’re not watching TV, you’re helping me clean.” The younger boy reaches out, grabbing the remote and throwing it into one of the chairs.

“Hey!”

“Help me, Kura.”

“What’s wrong with you? A minute ago you were in a great mood.” Bakura gets up, glaring at his hikari.

“Don’t start with me.”

“What? I’m not…”

“I’m sorry, Kura.” Ryou pouts as he walks over and hugs his yami, his arms wrapping around Bakura’s waist, his head burying in his lover’s black tank top.

“Uh…it’s…okay?” Bakura stares down in confusion at the top of his love’s head. “Ryou, tenshi, are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, why?” The shorter boy looks up into dark brown eyes.

“You’re acting…weird.”

“Oh.” Ryou pouts for a moment as he thinks. “Jade said that we might get mood swings. I guess I am having some today. Sorry, Kura.”

“Its fine just try and warn me next time.”

“I’ll try.” Ryou giggles, leaning up on the tips of his toes to kiss Bakura gently on the lips.

TBC
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