New Buck Moon

Chappie Two ~ Crimson Ocean

Warnings: YAOI, LEMON IN THIS CHAPPIE, possible angst, possible everything except fer good humor.

Pairings: Yamis/Hikaris, Seto/Jou and Ryuzaki/Haga.

Notes: This story has been created through the twin minds of Gorillaz authoress Young Punk (her stories were recently kicked off cuz FanFic.net doesn’t allow stories about real people anymore) and YGO/GW authoress Magenta Horror. Oh, and just so ya’ll know, Marik Ishizu is the hikari, and Malik Ishtar is the yami. (Yeah I know, Ishizu is how you pronounce Marik’s sister’s dubbed name [and its probably not spelled right anyway] but sue us, she’s not in this one anyway.)

Thanks: To Young Punk from Magenta Horror. To Magenta Horror From Young Punk.

YP: You FINALLY got it done! Woohoo, cookie for MH!
MH: *chirps* Cookie! *munches*
YP: Annnnyway, enjoy the next chappie guys, and remember, Reviews = Happy Authors = More Updates!
MH: *mouth full of cookie* That’s right!

~(This chappie written by Magenta Horror, edited by Young Punk.)

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I smiled into the sunset of black ash and soiled wasteland; a new part of destruction that I knew would draw Pharaoh Yami out of his pacisifistic shell. The black robes I wore flapped and curled in the wind, my headdress dancing around my hair and face and hiding my pleasure at seeing the leveled city of Akhenre before me, my head General at my side.

“Well done my Lord, I’m sure Pharaoh Yami has received the message loud and clear this time.” The young man says, speaking above the angry wind.
”Yes Marik, perhaps now he will no longer ignore me when I say I will do something.”

The young General on the tan colored stallion at my right nods, and I can tell my lover is grinning just as much as I am even though his own headscarf covers it.

With a final glance out over what used to be a highly populateda I a I turn, Marik following me as I kick my horse into a gallop, working my way across the rolling dunes towards where we had set camp for the past two days. It was packed with people, over three fourths of them prisoners for Lord Bakura Baqet’s infamous Slave Trade while the rest were my loyal soldiers and bandits. I never said I was honest.

I pulled my faithful stallion into a trot as we entered the camp, and watched over the heads of rough looking men and women for mod fod friend, finding him brushing down his beloved horse in front of his tent. I looked over my shoulder and nodded to Marik, who returned the gesture and broke off to return to our private tent, while I moved on towards where Bakura stood.

“Good evening Malik, I trust you are satisfied with your handy work?” The albino spoke up, voice naturally harsh and deep as he continued grooming his auburn mare. I smirked before jumping down from my black thoroughbred, an imported breed from the west, and looped the reins around the metal pole set up for just that reason. I pulled my headdress off my head and away from my face, leaving it looped loosely around my neck as I stepped up to the man’s side.

“Yes, my friend, I am very pleased. As are you I’m sure.”
”Of course, what else would you expect of me when I receive such a large shipment?”

I chuckled and turned towards the nearest caravan, already loaded tightly and uncomfortably with the previous citizens of Akhenre. They looked miserable, some burned and others crying. This was the holding pin for half the women and children, the groups having been split as Bakura had requested. His line of underground trading was very coordinated, surprisingly if you’ve known Bakura as long as I have, but it was easy to see he knew what he was doing. We’d both come such a long way from being street rats.

“The men left you and Marik dinner in your canvas, andave ave chilled a bottle of Burgundy for you both. A nice perk I found in one of the shops before it was burned.” Bakura spoke up, and I turned back around to him, smiling gratefully.

“Well, that does sound inviting. What was the feast?”
”A delicacy that was reserved solely for the palace goers. A type of Nile fish I believe.” He answered in an airy, too-proper-for-him voice and we both laughed together as he finally set his things aside and ran his fingers along the horse’s clean mane once mor fin finality.

His ride was a beautiful creature, the same horse Bakura had been riding for the past four ye and and since then we have all come to know her as Osorkon, Bakura’s mother’s name. The honor was that his mother had been the only person in his exceedingly large family that he still cared for.

“Thank you, again Bakura.”
”No need. Here,” He stepped quickly inside his moveable home, and returned with the cold wine. “Your Burgundy, sir.”

I smirked again and rolmy emy eyes at the fake tone of a servant, and thanked him again, to which he pretended to be angry about before we bid goodnights and I gathered my stallion to return to Marik. I passed numerous fires and men, laughing and celebrating the small victory and lead for our side, before I finally reached the head of the camp, and tied my horse next to my lover’s.

He was already inside, dressed in his more delicate scarlet evening robes and seated cross-legged on a plush cushion. Our dinner, as Bakura had said, was waiting on a short red wood table, still steaming slightly and Marik looked up to me grinning. I returned it, before easing my way onto the carpet that had been set down, and removed my headdress completely, placing the Burgundy in the middle of the table set up.

“Should I even bother asking who that came from?” The shorter young man asked, the twisted joy still in his voice from the earlier destruction. I snorted,
”No, you shouldn’t have to. But in case your memory does not serve you tonight it was a gift Bakura picked up from one of the brewers, before it was destroyed of course.”

Marik shook his head, his recently combed hair shining, and waited as I turned to take off the restricting fabric I had worn for the ambush today to be replaced with a tan colored tunic that I often slept in, joining him in front of our meal with a relaxed sigh of gratification. Marik took the initiative and poured the wine for us, filling the silver goblets almost completely before setting the bottle back down carefully. It was almost funny how graceful he seemed, when I knew first hand what a cold-blooded killer he could be.

“To a certain victory.” He whispered, holding the glass, and I smiled widely, mirroring his movement.
”Victory.” I echoed softly, and we touched the cups before drinking generously.

I hummed in the back of my throat appreciatively, swirling the contents in the glass and closing my eyes.

“The wine of the Pharaoh, distilled, ten years old.” I murmur, calculating from the taste the measure at which the wine was made and held, and Marik grinned gently, silently agreeing. Whoever said a thief couldn’t have a taste for good liquor?

The tent was quiet after that, save for the ruckus outside, but that was ignored as we savored the food we had been graced with. The night was tranquil, and although we had just guarantied ourselves a war, we both fell into a sort of peace that was almost breathtaking.

~*~

The morning was bright and windy, sand billowing up around us and keeping us grounded. I stood at the top of the camp, the highest dune, and looked out across the drifting crimson sea, dejectedly frowning at the delay.

Our next stop was the smaller, agricultural town of Puyemra, another city that contributed a great lot of goods to the Palace, but with this storm we would be lucky to make it out of here by tonight. I hated being behind on my schedule, especially if it was set to a specific threat. I heard someone approach me from behind, even above the roaring winds, and turned with a reflexive hand on the holster of my scimitar to see who it was. I was greeted with the short frame of my scout and lookout, his hands clamped firmly around his white headdress to keep the harsh sand from his nose and mouth, blinking rapidly.

“What is it Ryuzaki?” I shouted en to to be heard, and the man glanced back at camp.
”Pharaoh Yami knows sir,” He said. “They’ve sent men out to lock down the borders and people. He’s resorted to isolation and I think he realizes our army is still within his borders.”

I snarl behind the fabric of my robes, and turn larelare back out onto the blasted storm that I wished I could eliminate. I snapped back to Ryuzaki and walked back down to camp, the young man following quickly.

“When was this ordered?”
”Just last night sir, when he was informed of what had happened. The Royal Guard just started surrounding the local cities and towns this morning before the storm kicked in.”

I growled as we finally reached a part of the camp where the wind wasn’t nearly as strong, and I moved straight for the largest canvas tent set up in the very center. Once inside I turned to Ryuzaki and ripped the headdress from my face.

“I want my men in here now, have Mai and some of the others cover and secure some unused tents around Bakura’s slaves, he hates damaged merchandise, and send for Marik immediately. There’s work to be done.”

Ryuzaki doesn’t hesitate, and rushes back out into the violent winds. I march back into the space, greeted by about half my soldiers who were already taking shelter in here, and stand on the other side of the entrance, glancing out through a small slit to see if there was visibility. There was very little, but I could still see the horses pinned together in a large group, locked inside a small makeshift stable of wood.

“Malik Ishtar!” I turned at the angry voice of Marik, watching as he all but stomped towards me and flung his headdress to the ground.

“Why does the Pharaoh know we’re still in his homeland?” He asked accusingly in a hard-edged voice, and I returned his fiery ire with my own, although our pent up frustration was not directed at one another we were the only other person we could take this out on without it turning into a grudge the next day. We did this often, if you couldn’t tell.

“I don’t know, Marik. Do I look like Ra to you?!” I shouted, and moved away to let him fume, watching as the rest of my army moved into the crowded room, Ryuzaki and Bakura takip thp the tail end and securing the entrance flaps.

“Silence!” I ordered, and the men quieted, taking seats or standing in the confined space, shoulder to shoulder.

“We have to move, storm or no storm. The borders have been sealed and the ports have been closed because SOMEBODY fucked up and gave our position away!” I shouted, not in the mood to be diplomatic.

“The Pharaoh knows we are still on his homeland. I don’t know who was seen, I don’t know if it was by dumb luck some idiot happened to wander by our camp, but this will NOT go down easily. No body will EAT until this camp and its prisoners have been picked up and moved back into Asia safely, without casualties, without loss of hostages and WITHOUT anymore sightings!”

I’m distantly proud that not one person flinched throughout my rant, proud that my band of soldiers were hardened, strong men and women, knowing they would do as told even if I hadn’t threatened to not feed them. They were that l, al, and as I paced I was glad to see each and every set of eyes locked onto my every move.

“Now, get up, pack up, and let’s get the hell out of here. Puyemra can wait. MOVE!”

Every single person jumped to their feet, throwing their scarves around their faces and rushing out without another word except for the varied, ‘move your ass’ or ‘come on lets go’. Bakura was the only one who stayed behind, and he approached me quickly even as he secured his headdress once mor
“
“Malik, it might not have been anyone’s fault at all.” He said, voice serious and eyes cruel, blood colored pieces of glass.
”What are you suggesting?” I demand, and he glances at Marik momentarily.
”You know Yami sends scouts on rounds, it may have happened that last night hadn’t been our fortunate night, and the scout could have seen our fires. We were being careless, you realize.”

I sighed and ran a hand through my untamable blonde hair, knowing my friend was right and bent down to retrieve Marik’s headdress.

“Alright, then it was our fault. If and when we make it out of the country I will make sure that it doesn’t happen again. But we can’t stand to dwell on that now, let’s just get out of here.”

Bakura nodded and rushed out at a jog, his long legs caring him easily as I turned to my lover silently. His face was still flush from his agitation, his own normally brushed blonde hair tangled from the windstorm, and I handed him his garment.

“Come on.” I said, and we left together silently, heading immediately for the stables as we helped load the horses and wagons.

~*~

By the time we had the train moving back north the horses were tiring. The long trek through thick sand and going against the unforgiving wind was tearing down their strength easily. It had been a while since the wagons had fallen behind, and regrettably I moved to caravan into a small dent in the dessert, the dunes surrounding the area high enough to break the wind down thankfully. We hadn’t gotten more than fifteen miles from where we had been, and I kicked and cursed at the ground once I had dismounted, my men following my example only hurrying to set up the tents once more.

“Ra DAMNIT!” I shouted at no one, Bakura joining my side not a second later and jumping down, taking both the reins and hooking our horses together. Without a word he secured our mounts onto the portable ring holder he kept in his saddlebag, and returned to where I stood, shouting and raving about our fortune to Osiris.

“At least we’ve moved.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone that I wanted to hit him for. But I knew he was right, and ins jer jerked away and stormed off towards where Marik was helping a few others pitch our personal tent. Bakura didn’t mind, as I knew he would, and parted his own way to check up on his slaves.

It was another hour before we’d all settled, the wind still brewing constantly, but thankfully never dipping into our private little valley of safety. We were only about a hundred more miles to the border, but I figured once we got there we would be met with resistance, and I hated dealing with Yami’s Royal Guard, they were such assholes. And the biggest problem was that they all knew my face, so it wasn’t going to be likely they would let me pass if I tried to pretend I was someone else. Ra damned Pharaoh.

I was sprawled out a little while later along the large pillows of my makeshift bed, lacking sandals and sword with my head thrown back and my eyes closed. Marik was out to the mess hall to see what food we had salvaged, so I was surprised to see him walking back inside the tent with a plate full. I had expected him to eat alone after this morning’s earlier incidents.

“You need to eat.” He told me setting the food besides me before removing his sandals as well and sitting at my opposite side, his waist eye level with my eyes if I turned my head to the right.

“I’m not hungry.” I grumbled, too stubborn at the moment to care what he thought.
”Then I’ll force feed you.” He announced casually, his tone of voice strange at the moment.

I let him though, like I always did whenever he wanted something or wanted me to do something and had to get his way cogently. He shifted and pulled my head and upper body into his lap, picking up the small plate and setting it on my chest for easier access, and began to do as he said he would. I tried to enjoy the moment, tried to enjoy the fact that the food was sugared fruit; something that blasted Pharaoh was probably feasting on right now, and clmy emy eyes once more.

Although calloused, Marik’s hands were tender, and every time his fingertips brushed across my lips the urge to suck the deft digits into my mouth with the strawberries grew stronger. My mind cleared slowly of the problems I had been faced with for the day as the minutes grew longer and more peaceful, Marik’s free hand cupping my cheek lightly as his thumb stroked across my rough skin. I felt like falling asleep then, but restrained from leaving this small heaven being granted to me, and wrapped my arms behind me and loosely around his lean waist. For the moment, I felt like a god, and I promised the next person to interrupt this moment a slow, agonizing death.

Luckily for my soldiers, no one seemed to need me right now.

Once the plate was empty, Marik bent to kiss my forehead lightly, just brushing his soft lips across my skin, before sitting back up. That small contact though, was enough to get me to push myself up, roll to my stomach so that I was on my elbows and my arms were on either side of Marik’s crossed legs, and lay him on his back. He grinned, and I wanted to roll my eyes at how obvious of a set up this had been. I willingly kissed the horny bastard instead though, my tongue immediately claiming the territory of his mouth as his legs spread and separated to wrap around my waist. He was such a demanding little thing.

** WARNING! NO KIDDIES ALOUD! LEMON AHEAD! **

His tunic was easy to get into, my hands slipping through the loose flaps effortlessly to rub against his bare chest. He mewled when I found a nipple and pinched, hard, bucking his hips against mine persistently. We normally didn’t bother with foreplay, unless that was all we had the time for, but at the moment I found it rather intriguing to tease him.

He growled and cursed at me when I released his mouth in favor of biting along his elegant neck, working my tongue around the angry red marks left behind by my teeth. His dull fingernails were dug into my shoulder blades, his head tossed back when I moved up to nibble on his earlobe, while the hand I wasn’t balancing my body weight on moved down swiftly to slide his thin pants off his hips. A strained ‘yes’ was all that met my ears before Marik’s words soon turned incoherent, my hand working along his heated shaft quickly, tightly. He whimpered when I stopped though, before I sent his pants to the other side of the tent all together and leaned back down to push my still clothed hips against his hard, making sure to put pressure on his throbbing member.

He moaned loudly, and I grunted before quickly discarding my own restricting slacks, taking hold of my own heavy shaft and pressing lightly against Marik’s entrance. He mewled the moment before I thrust inside his warm body violently, the whine turning quickly into a scream that I knew was more pleasure than pain, and pulled my weight to my hands on outstretched arms as I moved them to either side of my lover’s head.

He didn’t make me sit still long, before I began thrusting, hard. He always complained about whenever it was slow or steady or even lubricated, so I never made him wait and never bothered with prep. The pace was fast and almost brutal, but Marik loved it, and lay beneath me begging for more. I gave him what he wanted, and began to pant heavily alongside his own ragged breathing rate, sweat running in thin rivulets from my forehead as I kept my eyes open to watch his beautiful face contort.

It was the biggest turn on for me to watch Marik in the midst of sex, his eyebrows furrowed, his cheeks flushed a brilliant pink with his mouth open enough to allow him to breath. His eyes would flutter in between being clenched tight or wide open and staring up at me, and I found the most arousing thing was his lilac eyes and the deep color they turned in the throes of his passion.

I continued to rock my pelvis against him forcefully, no mercy through the sound of skin slapping on skin and sounds escaping both our throats as we rode to catch the wave of orgasm. I breached it first, pouring myself into Marik’s tight body but continuing to move faster even as I emptied myself. I pistoned until I angled myself enough to hit my lover’s prostate, to which he came immediately, his liquid ecstasy spilling onto his inner thigh and partly onto his gray tunic before I finally settled, and pulled myself free, cock softening gradually and coated in my own bodily fluids.

** KIDDIES CAN COME BACK NOW! IT’S SAFE! **

I sighed before lying down against my lover’s straining body, both of us trying to catch our breath before I managed to roll off and stand up. We redressed silently, Marik still flushed and I couldn’t help but pull him into another passionate kiss, coaxing his tongue to dance with mine.

We jumped apart guiltily though, when the flaps of our tent opened and Bakura appeared, a smirk growing on his lips as he caught the smell of sex thickening in the air.

“Well, I think I timed myself perfectly.” He commented, and I snorted.
”Yeah. Is there something you want?”
”No, not really. Just wanted to let you know the storm broke up, and we should have another few hours before sun down to get moving a little further towards home.”

I brightened immediately, not only totally refresheom tom the mind-blowing lovemaking I’d just participated in, but completely relieved that we had a chance now to make it back to our homeland. Not enough time had passed for the right number of Yami’s guards to reach their posts and be able to stop us, and if we started out now I almost danced in circles at the thought of sitting down to a home cooked meal in my own house. I missed my plantation the more I thought about getting back to it, and glancing down at Marik I knew he felt the same.

Bakura smiled a little wider at the lift in my expression, and rounded on his heel to inform the troops of what was going to be happening without me having to issue a single order.

I turned as soon as he was gone and caught Marik in my arms once more, spinning him around in a full circle before kissing him breathless again, breaking off his laughter to taste what true victory was. Marik was my victory, my prize at the end of the race even if I lost. I’d always have him at my side, and he knew that I loved him more than anything in this rotten world, as I knew he loved me the same. He was my trophy.

Today was turning out better than I had originally expected, and I intended to share my good mood with everyone in my camp as we all began to pack up and move out for the second time that day, minus the anger and desperation to get out of there.

~*~

TBC…

MH: *still eating cookie*
YP: Although this idiot over here is still busily enjoying her OWN reward for completing this chappie quicker than I imagined, I get on my knees in her place AND KISS YOUR FEET! PLEASE REVIEW, I BESEECH YOU ALL MIGHTY AND POWERFUL READERS! Oh…and uh, MH apologizes for the short and sort of empty lemon, but she promises to make it up to you guys! (I don’t write lemons…)
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