Clarity of Passion
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Message from the Grave
Clarity of Passion
By EVIL MJ
Disclr - r - I only own the origional characters...that's it. *fends off hoards of waiting laywers*
WARNING!!!! -- this chapter contains scense that are a little graphic, meaning dead people (yes I see dead people). It also contains male/male sex scenes....so if you don't like this sort of stuff I am sure there is something on TV you could watch right now!
Draconyx - I didn't say that Yami was gone..in fact I didn't mention him at all...suspicious of me don't you thinknny nny you mentioned that though as it is a subject that comes to play in this chapter (are you reading my mind or what!!)
Kat -yes....dear old Malik. I love the crazy guys. they add zest to life..he he
Elaya - so much evil so little time. Now things are going to start heating up
Aspiker - What only three sorts of hell? I was anticipating at least seven...I must be losing my touch. :)
Enjoy
~*~**~
CHapter Two - Message from the Grave
Joey stared down at the pale naked body of the girl and grimaced. He was getting tired of seeing youth decimated with such total lack of compassion. A victim of yet another gang related killing, left like so much disregarded refuse on the street.
“Bones, buddy. I know a guy like you must get lonely working down here day after day, but it doesn’t explain why you are calling me here to watch a routine autopsy. Shit, man, there’s gotta be at least one death a day you can track back to a gang.” He looked over the table at the skinny medical examiner, his face obscured by the white surgical mask.
“Ah therein lies the concern doesn’t it, my flat footed friend. One would think that an ordinary run of the mill victim does not warrant the attention of a seasoned homicide dick such as yourself, but like this young lady, looks can be deceiving.”
Joey’s brow furrowed in puzzlement in response to the cryptic comment. It was typical of Bones to be a bit theatrical when it came to his work. Joey suspected that it was a bit of the macabre humour necessary to keep a person sane when working in this sort of environment.
“You want to fill me in a bit on this one, or are ya gonna leave me hanging here?” Joey could see the mask crinkle as Bones smiled in response to his comment.
“Ah, the impatience of youth.” He teased, despite the very small distance in their ages. “When our Jane Doe here arrived at my little domain I was ready to write her off as one of the poor unfortunate souls who happened upon the wrong place at the wrong time.” He pulled the cover back to reveal her nude form, a tiny shell of a girl who could have been no more than sixteen, her body still changing into womanhood.
“But something kept nagging at me. If my assistant had taken this case I am sure we would have missed it, but she left some clues that were just too much to miss and I made myself take the time to look a little closer.”
“So, Mr. Bones, you gonna tell me the story?” He prodded.
“It just seemed a little wrong to me, a little too easy to write off. She was found by a dumpster down town, shot directly in the heart, bled to death right there in the street.” He grimaced and indicated the obvious entry of the bullet, the flesh torn from the projectile.
“However,” he continued, excited by the chance to show his knowledge. “Upon closer inspection it was clear to me that she did not die in that alleyway. Someone just wanted us to think she did.”
Joey bit his lip in thought for a moment. “So your saying someone staged this in hopes that we would think that it was a random casualty of street violence.”
Bones nodded his concurrence. “She was found face down, but when I turned her over to go a complete work up, I noticed the areas of hypostasis on her buttocks and back.”
“Hypostasis being?” Joey questioned, even though he was well aware of the term, he needed the clarification for peace of mind.
“Liver mortis. When the body dies and the heart stops, the blood will pool in the lowest points in the body. In this case she would have had to have been lying on her back for several hours. Her body temperature backs up my hypothesis that she was dead long before she ever reached that alleyway. Also there is very little entomological activity going on with this corpse. Now in an area like an alleyway you are bound to have flies and bacteria ready swarm on a nice little buffet such our friend here. The amount of insect infestation of the corpse would indicate that she had not been there for a very long time, however all other indicators say she has been dead much longer.”
Joey could feel the twitch inside his brain that always accompanied the beginning of a case. The feeling that something wasn’t quite right and with enough digging and effort he could find the pieces of the puzzle and solve the problem. He regarded the girl again, even in death he could tell that she was attractive, not in the classical beauty sense, but more in the girl next door appeal.
“Raped?” He asked, in an attempt to rule out every possibly. Bones shook his head no.
“No evidence of rape or sexual attack of any kind. In fact I’m willing to bet money that she was a virgin. She is in excellent health and very clean. This girl wasn’t living on the streets, she has a home and judging from her clothes and llerllery it was somewhere nice.”
Joey pulled his note book and began to jot down some notes. Even though most officers used palm pilots and PDA’s, he was still a slave to tradition and not quite ready to embrace the new technologies of today. If he was pushed on the subject he would be loath to admit that he was more than a little frightened of them.
“So she’s not a hooker or a street kid and probably killed somewhere else. Great. It’s never easy is it. Any identification.” He asked, although not expecting any sort of break at this point.
“No, nothing. Expensive handbag, Elisa said it was designer.” Elisa was one of Bone’s students who was interning with him this year. “ Designer sunglasses, expensive make up, not the kind that you pick up at the drug store. This girl had money and knew how to spend it.”
“I assume you have pictures that I can circulate. See ican can find out who she is?”
Bones waved his hand towards his office. “Of course. I down load them directly into my computer. You can e-mail them to your office directly.”
Joey directed a hateful glare at his friend, well aware that he was poking fun at his complete lack of technical ability.
“Or, you could do it for me, you Mook!” He snarled in mock anger, causing Bones to utter a bark of laughter.
*~*~*~~*~*
Isis drew in a breath of surprise at the figure lounging in her living room couch. One leg dangled haphazardly over the side of the arm with the casual assurance of one who feels comfortable no matter where they are.
“What’s the matter, Isis, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”
Isis smiled at Malik and pulled him up from the couch into a warm embrace.
“Welcome, little brother; it is so good to see you.” She placed a smattering of kisses on his face until he pulled back, much like when he was a little boy.
“Wellu mau may think so; however I’m not so sure that your husband will feel the same way.” He chuckled with a cocky little grin. Isis gave his arm a playful slap.
“Oh, shush. You know Seto would never turn you away, you’re family.” She settled down on the couch and artfully arranged her silk skirt about her legs so that it would not wrinkle. “Tell me Malik, how long are you staying this time? The children will be thrilled to see you; they loo heo hear of your adventures.”
“Well, maybe I’m starting to feel the passing of time a little more than I used to, but I have been feeling a bit homesick of late and though it wouldn’t be a bad idea to settle down for a little while. Gods, those rug-rats of yours must be monsters right now.”
He surveyed the contents of the room with an appraising look, with his head turning from her direction Isis was not able to see the calculating gleam in his eye, all warmth gone from his expression.
“Indeed they are.” Isis agreed with a laugh. “Almost ready to leave the nest. It just seems like yesterday that they were running around this place at top speed, their voices echoing all over the house. I remember thinking at the time that I could not wait for them to grow up so I could get some peace. And now I wish they had not grown so quickly.”
Malik turned and regarded her with a strange expression for a nt tnt that made her feel somewhat uncomfortable, fearing that she might reveal something under his scrutiny.
“There’s something different about you, sister. There’s a sadness about you that wasn’t there before.”
With a quick shrug she brushed off his question, frightened by how close to the mark he was. “Not at all. Don’t be silly. Things have just been tense lately.”
Malik reached around the side of the couch and pulled an item up from behind it.
“Hmmm….I don’t suppose it would explain this would it.?” He asked wryly. Isis regarded the Millennium Rod for a moment, no longer splintered, and then nodded slowly. I wondered when you would be asking about that.”
He made a vague gesture towards her with his free hand. “And the necklace, back to its glory is it?”
Isis put a hand up to her neck to where the necklace lay hidden beneath her clothes.
“Yes. The necklace is restored and the visions have returned. Although I must admit they are troublesome. They are dintednted, confusing. There is something there just beyond my sight that is very important, but I can’t see it. I think it is something very dangerous, very sinister but I am prevented from the clarity I need.”
Malik grinned. “You sound like a bad B movie, sis.”
She frowned at his words, wondering when he had become so caustic. “This isn’t a joke, Malik. It has been bothering me for sometime, preventing me from relaxing. I have to find out what it means and I don’t think I have much time left.”
“Whatever you say. I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Until then I hope you got a room for me in this place.”
“Of course, you are always welcome here. I’ll get the maid to prepare the guest suite for you and get you settled in. “
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A trickle of sweat made it way down his chest in a slow torturous path. His breath was coming in pants and he felt light headed and dizzy. He strained against his bonds but couldn’t get free, strangely the feeling of the straps locking his wrists, confining him only seemed to make him feel more excited, aroused. He moaned low and soft, almost a whimper of need.
Above him his lover laughed, his voice a caress as he leaned down and softly nipped at his earlobe, his breath warm and sweet against his skin. He felt himself responding to the tender ministrations, hard and throbbing. He thrust his hips, rubbing against the soft flesh of the thighs that held him down.
“Soon.” The word was a quiet murmur, a promise of things to come. His lover began to work down his neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses, stopping a moment to snake his tongue around the sensitive flesh of his collarbone. He tried to pull free again but was restrained, the room seemed so hot and could not catch his breath, but he didn’t want it to stop, it felt so good. He whimpered as a strong hand encircled his rigid member and began slow strong strokes. He gave voice to the pleasure, crying out; the intensity of the feeling was more than anything he had ever felt before.
Suddenly the hand was gone and he cried out in frustration at its loss. Tears tricked from his eyes. “Please” He begged, his breath ragged and uneven.
His back arched off the bed as the hand was replaced by the wet heat of his lover’s mouth, taking him in deep. One hand slid between his legs and teased the sensitive flesh underneath his scrotum. He thrust up even deeper, aching for release as the hand cupped his balls, tickling and stroking them. Oh Gods, he cried out, knowing that he would not be able to last long.
Fingers slick with oil slid into him, softly at first, gingerly, and then with more insistence until they found the spot they were looking for.
It was too much and he plunged deep, releasing his seed into his lover’s mouth with a triumphant cry. Spent and weak he fell back onto the bed, his lover above him with a look of conquest in his eyes.
“Yugi” he breathed passionately.
~*~**~
Yugi awoke with a start. His heart was pounding in his chest. This dream didn’t belong to him. He felt it, as real as if it had happened moments ago but he knew with out a doubt that it did not come from him.
He could feel Seto, a part of him now, threatening to overwhelm him. His need was so fierce it scared Yugi at times. He sighed and looked around the room, the door he knew would be locked, for his own protection Seto would say, but Yugi knew better.
He could feel himself still hard and aching in response to the dream and was torn between disgust and desire. He would not be giving himself over with such ease. He needed to understand what was going on. He didn’t know who he was anymore. There was something missing, something important but he couldn’t remember what.
He put one hand to his throat as if searching out something that should have been there and then was frustrated to find it lacking. What was supposed to be there? He concentrated as hard as he could but still never found the answer. Whatever it was it was leaving a hole deep inside him and he wanted it back. Suddenly he found himself tracing a name on the wall.
YAMI
What the hell did it all mean?
~*~*~**~
Kyla turned over, sleep was evading her tonight. She couldn’t seem to relax. Every time she tried she could see his eyes looking deep into hers making her heart pound with anticipation. She could picture his lips as he brought them to hers in a searing kiss.
Her body tingled in reaction to the thought. It had been a long time since she had felt like this and she knew it was wrong. She was going to marry Mokuba. She pictured his face in her mind and smiled, he did love her. He almost died trying to save her and she was not going to doing anything to hurt him. It was only a matter of time and he would be back to his old self and they would be happy again.
She closed her eyes and dreamed of happier days to come, married to Mokuba. Having children, growing old together. She signed feeling herself relaxing. Kissing Mokuba, making love to him, looking deep in his sensual indigo eyes.
*Indigo….oh shit.*
~*~**~*~
I have a nice long weekend coming up people so there shoudl be another chapter up soon.
Lots of angst, sex and gore..all the finer things
Don't forget to review....It's like getting paid (but without money ha ha)
EVIL MJ
By EVIL MJ
Disclr - r - I only own the origional characters...that's it. *fends off hoards of waiting laywers*
WARNING!!!! -- this chapter contains scense that are a little graphic, meaning dead people (yes I see dead people). It also contains male/male sex scenes....so if you don't like this sort of stuff I am sure there is something on TV you could watch right now!
Draconyx - I didn't say that Yami was gone..in fact I didn't mention him at all...suspicious of me don't you thinknny nny you mentioned that though as it is a subject that comes to play in this chapter (are you reading my mind or what!!)
Kat -yes....dear old Malik. I love the crazy guys. they add zest to life..he he
Elaya - so much evil so little time. Now things are going to start heating up
Aspiker - What only three sorts of hell? I was anticipating at least seven...I must be losing my touch. :)
Enjoy
~*~**~
CHapter Two - Message from the Grave
Joey stared down at the pale naked body of the girl and grimaced. He was getting tired of seeing youth decimated with such total lack of compassion. A victim of yet another gang related killing, left like so much disregarded refuse on the street.
“Bones, buddy. I know a guy like you must get lonely working down here day after day, but it doesn’t explain why you are calling me here to watch a routine autopsy. Shit, man, there’s gotta be at least one death a day you can track back to a gang.” He looked over the table at the skinny medical examiner, his face obscured by the white surgical mask.
“Ah therein lies the concern doesn’t it, my flat footed friend. One would think that an ordinary run of the mill victim does not warrant the attention of a seasoned homicide dick such as yourself, but like this young lady, looks can be deceiving.”
Joey’s brow furrowed in puzzlement in response to the cryptic comment. It was typical of Bones to be a bit theatrical when it came to his work. Joey suspected that it was a bit of the macabre humour necessary to keep a person sane when working in this sort of environment.
“You want to fill me in a bit on this one, or are ya gonna leave me hanging here?” Joey could see the mask crinkle as Bones smiled in response to his comment.
“Ah, the impatience of youth.” He teased, despite the very small distance in their ages. “When our Jane Doe here arrived at my little domain I was ready to write her off as one of the poor unfortunate souls who happened upon the wrong place at the wrong time.” He pulled the cover back to reveal her nude form, a tiny shell of a girl who could have been no more than sixteen, her body still changing into womanhood.
“But something kept nagging at me. If my assistant had taken this case I am sure we would have missed it, but she left some clues that were just too much to miss and I made myself take the time to look a little closer.”
“So, Mr. Bones, you gonna tell me the story?” He prodded.
“It just seemed a little wrong to me, a little too easy to write off. She was found by a dumpster down town, shot directly in the heart, bled to death right there in the street.” He grimaced and indicated the obvious entry of the bullet, the flesh torn from the projectile.
“However,” he continued, excited by the chance to show his knowledge. “Upon closer inspection it was clear to me that she did not die in that alleyway. Someone just wanted us to think she did.”
Joey bit his lip in thought for a moment. “So your saying someone staged this in hopes that we would think that it was a random casualty of street violence.”
Bones nodded his concurrence. “She was found face down, but when I turned her over to go a complete work up, I noticed the areas of hypostasis on her buttocks and back.”
“Hypostasis being?” Joey questioned, even though he was well aware of the term, he needed the clarification for peace of mind.
“Liver mortis. When the body dies and the heart stops, the blood will pool in the lowest points in the body. In this case she would have had to have been lying on her back for several hours. Her body temperature backs up my hypothesis that she was dead long before she ever reached that alleyway. Also there is very little entomological activity going on with this corpse. Now in an area like an alleyway you are bound to have flies and bacteria ready swarm on a nice little buffet such our friend here. The amount of insect infestation of the corpse would indicate that she had not been there for a very long time, however all other indicators say she has been dead much longer.”
Joey could feel the twitch inside his brain that always accompanied the beginning of a case. The feeling that something wasn’t quite right and with enough digging and effort he could find the pieces of the puzzle and solve the problem. He regarded the girl again, even in death he could tell that she was attractive, not in the classical beauty sense, but more in the girl next door appeal.
“Raped?” He asked, in an attempt to rule out every possibly. Bones shook his head no.
“No evidence of rape or sexual attack of any kind. In fact I’m willing to bet money that she was a virgin. She is in excellent health and very clean. This girl wasn’t living on the streets, she has a home and judging from her clothes and llerllery it was somewhere nice.”
Joey pulled his note book and began to jot down some notes. Even though most officers used palm pilots and PDA’s, he was still a slave to tradition and not quite ready to embrace the new technologies of today. If he was pushed on the subject he would be loath to admit that he was more than a little frightened of them.
“So she’s not a hooker or a street kid and probably killed somewhere else. Great. It’s never easy is it. Any identification.” He asked, although not expecting any sort of break at this point.
“No, nothing. Expensive handbag, Elisa said it was designer.” Elisa was one of Bone’s students who was interning with him this year. “ Designer sunglasses, expensive make up, not the kind that you pick up at the drug store. This girl had money and knew how to spend it.”
“I assume you have pictures that I can circulate. See ican can find out who she is?”
Bones waved his hand towards his office. “Of course. I down load them directly into my computer. You can e-mail them to your office directly.”
Joey directed a hateful glare at his friend, well aware that he was poking fun at his complete lack of technical ability.
“Or, you could do it for me, you Mook!” He snarled in mock anger, causing Bones to utter a bark of laughter.
*~*~*~~*~*
Isis drew in a breath of surprise at the figure lounging in her living room couch. One leg dangled haphazardly over the side of the arm with the casual assurance of one who feels comfortable no matter where they are.
“What’s the matter, Isis, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”
Isis smiled at Malik and pulled him up from the couch into a warm embrace.
“Welcome, little brother; it is so good to see you.” She placed a smattering of kisses on his face until he pulled back, much like when he was a little boy.
“Wellu mau may think so; however I’m not so sure that your husband will feel the same way.” He chuckled with a cocky little grin. Isis gave his arm a playful slap.
“Oh, shush. You know Seto would never turn you away, you’re family.” She settled down on the couch and artfully arranged her silk skirt about her legs so that it would not wrinkle. “Tell me Malik, how long are you staying this time? The children will be thrilled to see you; they loo heo hear of your adventures.”
“Well, maybe I’m starting to feel the passing of time a little more than I used to, but I have been feeling a bit homesick of late and though it wouldn’t be a bad idea to settle down for a little while. Gods, those rug-rats of yours must be monsters right now.”
He surveyed the contents of the room with an appraising look, with his head turning from her direction Isis was not able to see the calculating gleam in his eye, all warmth gone from his expression.
“Indeed they are.” Isis agreed with a laugh. “Almost ready to leave the nest. It just seems like yesterday that they were running around this place at top speed, their voices echoing all over the house. I remember thinking at the time that I could not wait for them to grow up so I could get some peace. And now I wish they had not grown so quickly.”
Malik turned and regarded her with a strange expression for a nt tnt that made her feel somewhat uncomfortable, fearing that she might reveal something under his scrutiny.
“There’s something different about you, sister. There’s a sadness about you that wasn’t there before.”
With a quick shrug she brushed off his question, frightened by how close to the mark he was. “Not at all. Don’t be silly. Things have just been tense lately.”
Malik reached around the side of the couch and pulled an item up from behind it.
“Hmmm….I don’t suppose it would explain this would it.?” He asked wryly. Isis regarded the Millennium Rod for a moment, no longer splintered, and then nodded slowly. I wondered when you would be asking about that.”
He made a vague gesture towards her with his free hand. “And the necklace, back to its glory is it?”
Isis put a hand up to her neck to where the necklace lay hidden beneath her clothes.
“Yes. The necklace is restored and the visions have returned. Although I must admit they are troublesome. They are dintednted, confusing. There is something there just beyond my sight that is very important, but I can’t see it. I think it is something very dangerous, very sinister but I am prevented from the clarity I need.”
Malik grinned. “You sound like a bad B movie, sis.”
She frowned at his words, wondering when he had become so caustic. “This isn’t a joke, Malik. It has been bothering me for sometime, preventing me from relaxing. I have to find out what it means and I don’t think I have much time left.”
“Whatever you say. I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Until then I hope you got a room for me in this place.”
“Of course, you are always welcome here. I’ll get the maid to prepare the guest suite for you and get you settled in. “
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A trickle of sweat made it way down his chest in a slow torturous path. His breath was coming in pants and he felt light headed and dizzy. He strained against his bonds but couldn’t get free, strangely the feeling of the straps locking his wrists, confining him only seemed to make him feel more excited, aroused. He moaned low and soft, almost a whimper of need.
Above him his lover laughed, his voice a caress as he leaned down and softly nipped at his earlobe, his breath warm and sweet against his skin. He felt himself responding to the tender ministrations, hard and throbbing. He thrust his hips, rubbing against the soft flesh of the thighs that held him down.
“Soon.” The word was a quiet murmur, a promise of things to come. His lover began to work down his neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses, stopping a moment to snake his tongue around the sensitive flesh of his collarbone. He tried to pull free again but was restrained, the room seemed so hot and could not catch his breath, but he didn’t want it to stop, it felt so good. He whimpered as a strong hand encircled his rigid member and began slow strong strokes. He gave voice to the pleasure, crying out; the intensity of the feeling was more than anything he had ever felt before.
Suddenly the hand was gone and he cried out in frustration at its loss. Tears tricked from his eyes. “Please” He begged, his breath ragged and uneven.
His back arched off the bed as the hand was replaced by the wet heat of his lover’s mouth, taking him in deep. One hand slid between his legs and teased the sensitive flesh underneath his scrotum. He thrust up even deeper, aching for release as the hand cupped his balls, tickling and stroking them. Oh Gods, he cried out, knowing that he would not be able to last long.
Fingers slick with oil slid into him, softly at first, gingerly, and then with more insistence until they found the spot they were looking for.
It was too much and he plunged deep, releasing his seed into his lover’s mouth with a triumphant cry. Spent and weak he fell back onto the bed, his lover above him with a look of conquest in his eyes.
“Yugi” he breathed passionately.
~*~**~
Yugi awoke with a start. His heart was pounding in his chest. This dream didn’t belong to him. He felt it, as real as if it had happened moments ago but he knew with out a doubt that it did not come from him.
He could feel Seto, a part of him now, threatening to overwhelm him. His need was so fierce it scared Yugi at times. He sighed and looked around the room, the door he knew would be locked, for his own protection Seto would say, but Yugi knew better.
He could feel himself still hard and aching in response to the dream and was torn between disgust and desire. He would not be giving himself over with such ease. He needed to understand what was going on. He didn’t know who he was anymore. There was something missing, something important but he couldn’t remember what.
He put one hand to his throat as if searching out something that should have been there and then was frustrated to find it lacking. What was supposed to be there? He concentrated as hard as he could but still never found the answer. Whatever it was it was leaving a hole deep inside him and he wanted it back. Suddenly he found himself tracing a name on the wall.
YAMI
What the hell did it all mean?
~*~*~**~
Kyla turned over, sleep was evading her tonight. She couldn’t seem to relax. Every time she tried she could see his eyes looking deep into hers making her heart pound with anticipation. She could picture his lips as he brought them to hers in a searing kiss.
Her body tingled in reaction to the thought. It had been a long time since she had felt like this and she knew it was wrong. She was going to marry Mokuba. She pictured his face in her mind and smiled, he did love her. He almost died trying to save her and she was not going to doing anything to hurt him. It was only a matter of time and he would be back to his old self and they would be happy again.
She closed her eyes and dreamed of happier days to come, married to Mokuba. Having children, growing old together. She signed feeling herself relaxing. Kissing Mokuba, making love to him, looking deep in his sensual indigo eyes.
*Indigo….oh shit.*
~*~**~*~
I have a nice long weekend coming up people so there shoudl be another chapter up soon.
Lots of angst, sex and gore..all the finer things
Don't forget to review....It's like getting paid (but without money ha ha)
EVIL MJ