Of Dice and Dragons

Hey guys! It’s me…. Your friendly neighborhood Witty Phantom, back in the realm of the somewhat living… at least for the time being…

Sekura: you’ve had a busy couple of weeks, haven’t you?

And how… first order of business.. my rugby team got first in the cities and second in provinicals… not to mention we had the eventual provincial champions shitting themselves on the sidelines cause we almost beat them and they’re used to walking over everyone

Sekura: and what does that have to do with OD&D?

Absolutely nothing! But, you guys could have had this chapter a few days ago, but ff.net decided not to work so you get it today… I think we now have under 10 chapters to go… yay!

Sekura: yeah, so review so you get your chapters faster!

…what he said!

Oh yeah, thanks to my humble minions LD and Karen for posting this for me as I am currently technologically challenged… thanks a bunch!

--WP out

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Chapter 21 – What can I do for you?

About an hour later, Seto andgi fgi finally mit iit into the main establishment. Sure it didn’t take them that long to find their way, but they saw it fit to… take a few detours and breaks along the way, leaving them both a little disheveled. After quite a substantial lecture from their teachers about keeping everybody from their tasks, both promptly apologized and went to sit at the back of the room, mumbling some excuse about bears or something.

But even as he moved, Seto could feel all the eyes of the room upon him, but non felt per persistant than the heated crimson gaze of one intrigued miniature monarch. Yami felt his pants tighten the second his inaccessible CEO walked in and something between intense jealousy and insane rage burned in his cheeks as Otogi walked in not a moment later, especially when Otogi was still wearing Seto’s white trench coat. The mere thought of Seto being touched by anyone other than him tore a deep growl from Yami’s throat and Bakura had to physically restrain his boyfriend before he clawed a nice trench through his classmates and sent the large majority of the poor fools to the dreaded "Shadow Realm" before promptly disembowleling Otogi with a rusty spoon and pouncing on Seto like the messed up, sex-crazed stalker that he is.

With Bakura securely fastened about his neck, Yami finally decided to forgo with his thrashing and settled down somewhat. Sighing in frustration, he dug his sharpened nails into his skin, easily breaking through the thin pink barrier and liberating the river of red from it’s epidermal prison, letting the liquid cascade down his arms as he fought again to free himself from his lover’s death grip. His voice dropped from its typical dark suductiveness into a spine-tingling growl.

"I want him back. I need to be inside him again, Bakura. It’s such a rush to hear him scream and that thrill is the only thing keeping me sane. I’ve decided Seto is one of the best things to ever happen to me so I can’t sit back and do nothing while he casually strolles out of my life and into the arms of another. He is a drug; an exhilarating, wonderful, euphoria-inducing drug. I want him back, and one way or another, I always get what I want." He declared in a harsh whisper.

But the newfound boost to Yami’s resolve unintentionately resulted in a devastating hit to Bakura’s. His grip around Yami tightened as hartearted sobbing into his lover’s shoulder.

"I love you. Goddamnit Yami, I only want you and I know I’m being selfish but, I want you to myself. I love you more than anything else in this entire world, more than even my life itself, can you not see that?"

It was right about then the teacher got up and started some lame-ass speech about how important it was to be prompt to these school functions, giving both Seto and Otogi evil glares of deeeaaath!!!™, and making up some half-assed apology yo everyone else who actually showed up on time. She then proceeded to outline the plans for the camp, for the most part the students had the time to do largely whatever they wanted and the Saturday night would feature a karaoke activity with a little campfire on the last night which was Sunday. Too bad nobody was really paying attention. But at long last, shnallnally got around to the cabin issue and who would be staying with whom.

"As I’m sure you all remember, last week you were asked who would accompany you on this trup. This was not done without reason, as we want to make sure you are kept as far away from each other as humanly possible. There will be four people in each cabin and we will be mixing everybody up, for the most part anyway, so listen for your name."

Seto and Otogi exchanged glances, perhaps they might end up staying with each other after all. They waitied as the names of collegues were being called around them. Honda, Jounouchi, Malik, and some miscellaneous student were staying together and most of the girls were together as well. Finally there were only two cabins left.

"In the last class cabin, Yugi-san, Ryou-san, and Otogi-san, only because Jounouchi-san was taking both of you so we don’t have enough cabins to separate all of you." The teacher said, "Due to special circumstances, Seto-san will have his own cabin."

"Only because she had to twist my arm to get me to show up." Seto whispered amusedly into Otogi’s ear, taking due not of the other’s shocked, almost fearful expression, "What’s wrong?"

Without even averting his eyes, Otogi opened his mouth to speak, but no words were able to come out as Otogi seemed to have spontaneously lost his voice. But Seto was no idiot and he could still see the apprehensiveness, the horror in Otogi’s usually sparkling green eyes. Sensing something was amiss, Seto followed Otogi’s gaze, and was shocked to meet the hungry, almost feral crimson gaze of Yami. The former Pharaoh was beside himself and not even the stupefied look of Bakura’s face could explain why. Almost without thinking, Seto lashed out and firmly seized Otogi’s hand in his as he had done with his brother so many times before. Something about the look in Yami’s eyes was enough to send a chill of terron down Seto’s spine.

‘Well, I missed him the last time but there’s no way out of my clutches this time. Otogi will be out of my way and I’ll be free to move in and claim what is rightfully mine.’ Yami thought, a maniacal grin appearing on his face.

"What are you all waiting for? Get out of here, go frolick, have a nap!" the teacher snapped, clearing the room of almost all it’s occupants.

Almost instantly, Seto all but lept out of his chair and bounded with long strides to the front of the room where Croquet was already talking to the teachers, inquiring why Seto was alone. But the assembled teachers blew him off.

"Seto-san, are you satisfied with the cabin arrangements?" One asked, not noticing his apparent distress.

"Well, I would have, had it not been done in a manner which was unfair to my other classmates. In fact, I would much rather share my cabin with someone than watch my comrades be overcrowded while I am alone in a cabin far too large for one person." Seto replied.

"But Seto, don’t you live alone with your brother in that obscenely large mansion of yours?" one of the teachers asked.

"It’s not the same. In my own home, everything is mine, I know where everything is and everything is arranged just so. The surroundings are familiar to me so it doesn’t seem so big. Besides, this is a school trip, so I don’t need all the extra space to hide stuff from my over curious little brother, Mokuba." Seto replied.

"Fair enough, are you requesting that we set you up with a cabin partner?" Seto nodded.

"Excellent. We needed a reason to separate Yugi-san from his multiple dates, we’ll let him stay with you." One of the assembled teachers decided unilaterally.

"No!" Seto exclaimed venomously, but quickly regained his composure, "I mean, I’d rather not. We are bitter rivals after all and we both have reputations to uphold, personas if you will."

The teachers appeared to be considering Seto’s statement and the CEO had to restrain himself from letting out a heavy sign. The very thought of staying alone in a room with Yami was enough to make him sick. But he began a mental debate in his mind to try and conquer his newfound dilemma, would he refuse this and leave Otogi in Yami’s clutches or would he try and fend off the rabid spirit alone if he were to stay with him. Not realizing he had zoned out, Seto came back into the adult conversation in the middle of what seemed to be a heated argument to decide who would be staying with him; however, it seemed as though the ‘We love Yugi’ fanclub was winning over everybody else. This time Croquet intervened, to Seto’s delight, to save the day again.

"Why don’t we put Otogi-san with Seto? They seem to get along and I know for a fact that it would be uncomfortable to be with people you don’t know well." He said convincingly, alluding to Bakura and Yami.

Seto tried to restrain himself but failed as he turned to Croquet with massive sparkling fangirl eyes. But they quickly disappeared.

"Absolutely not. We have to separate Yugi and Ryou at all costs. Letting Otogi-san stay with you would defeat all the parameters we’ve set up thus far. Seto, the choice is yours, either you do nothing and stay alone or you let Yugi stay with you." A teacher exclaimed finally.

Again, another pressing question formed in the depths of Seto’s mind. After a moment, he decided that it would be safer for three people to be in a room to prevent anything or anyone from dying. If he was going to let Otogi stay in a room with Yami, he’d have to talk to Bakura. At least one of the ancient spirits could be trusted.

"Fine, I’ll stay alone." Seto said, defeated. He bowed respectfully and retreated to where Otogi was waiting. Relaying the conversation, it was obvious Otogi was distressed, but he felt a little better when Seto snagged Bakura and made him prosmise not to let Yami so much as touch his lover.

"So you two are together then?" Bakura asked coyly.

"Yes."

"Alright, I thought as much, but I just wanted to hear it from you. Thank you, Seto." Bakura nodded and quickly fled.

"Come on, Otogi. I think I need some help unpacking." Seto said, mimicking Bakura’s coy grin and walking out of the room, his fingers firmly intertwined with Otogi’s.

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Meanwhile, when Bakura entered his cabin, Yami wareadready on the bed, he was ready and waiting, propped on his elbows and wearing nothing more than a feline grin, beckoning for Bakura to join him. Thankfully, the Tomb Robber knew better than to disobey the former monarch, he strutted over to the bed, shredding clothing along the way.

Being careful not to crush his companion, Bakura slid his body over that of his lover, but Yami didn’t have foreplay in mind. He grabBakuBakura’s hips and forcefully drew the other spirit onto his straining erection, forcing the Tomb Robber to impale himself and wince slightly at the intrusion. He knew he would have little black and blue marks on his hips, but it was something he was used to. He quickly adjusted to the girth and set up a fast rhythm as he rode the Pharaoh.

Almost as though Bakura already knew this rushed encounter was only to appease Yami’s overwhelming sexual urges, he continued to grind his hips downward, taking more of Yami’s arousal into his body as he went faster and harder with every thrust.

It was in this position, as just as Yami screamed his release, that Bakura realized they were not alone and that the door had just slammed shut. The thief turned his head and saw Otogi standing in the doorway, dumbfounded and shocked.

After regaining his senses, Otogi cringed and walked over to his bed (which conveniently was on the other side of the room). He threw his luggage under the bed, quickly stripped from his warm clothes and trench coat, and crawled into bed, pulling the covers over his head and trying to fall asleep, trying to ignore Bakura’s cries as he came because of Yami deciding that stoking him would be a suitable activity… "to pass the time".

Spent, Bakura lifted himself off and settled near Yami, resting his head on his chest, watching Otogi out of the corner of his eye. He barely even noticed when Yami started mentally talking to him.

/This trip just keeps getting better, isn’t it?/ he chirped.

/What are you talking about? We do this every night, it’s amazing I’m able to strut around as I do!/ Bakura replied.

/That’s not what I meant. I mean, don’t get me wrong, this is awesome, but it all gets better from here! First, I’m going to get rid of Otogi tonight, then it’s time to reinstate Plan A and seduce Seto Kaiba!/ Yami laughed maniacally.

/Yami please, just give it up. For one weekend just let them live, I beg of you./ Bakura pleaded.

/Sorry ‘Kura, I can’t do that./ Yami said, getting out of bed and glaring at the bed where Otogi was finally sleeping peacefully, the eye of Horus glowing prominently on his forehead. In the background, he could hear Bakura’s sobbing and his mental pleas rang clear in his mind. He started stalking across the room towards the unsuspecting Otogi who had just been scarred for life.

However, the imposing former Pharaoh had only made it half way across the room when he felt a little tug from the depths of his Soul Room. Apparently Yugi was trying to stop him from forcefully sending Otogi to "the dreaded Shadow Realm" and an early grave. With every step he took, Yami felt the pain in his head increase tenfold. To his credit, Yugi had learned well how to manipulate his shadow powers, but still Yami continued until he was less than a stride from the bed.

/Yami, I can’t let you hurt him./ Yugi exclaimed from inside Yami’s mind, /I won’t let you!/

"No! I have to. I must, it’s my destiny!" Yami screamed, collapsing to his knees from the latest surge of shadow magic in his system, "Let me go! Get out of my head!" he yelled, hands histing near his temples, to the point of practically trying to tear his own multi-coloured hair out as the tears streamed down his face.

At this point, it went without saying that Otogi was roused from his once blissful sleep by Yami’s sudden outburst. It shocked him enough to make him and and sit upright in his bed. Wondering what had happened, Otogi cast an inquiring glance to Bakura whose expression betrayed an emotion which was nothing short of pure terror. More confused than ever, Otogi couldn’t help but look at the trembling mound on the floor which was once the brazen, confident, and audacious former Pharaoh. But when their eyes met, Otogi was surprised when he realized his eyes weren’t greeted with the usual crimson rubies, but rather two sparkling amethysts. Otogi sleepily came to the conclusion he had finally met the elusive Yugi who must have assumed control of the body, forcing Yami to Ra-knows where. Already Otogi decided he liked Yugi better much more than Yami, his crazy, sexually driven, homicidal ancient spirit, stalker counterpart.

It seemed astonishment was the theme of the evening as Otogi soon discovered when Yugi crawled into his lap, threw his arms around his neck, and started sniveling uncontrollable into Otogi’s chest.

"I-I’m s-sorry Otogi-kun, I-I a-a-almost couldn’t con-trol him. H-he was so—so much more p-powerful than before. I n-never would have b-be-been able to f-for-give myself if h-he—" Yugi broke off, his tears choking him up, preventing him from continuing.

Slowly realizing just how close he had come to potential disaster, Otogi gathered Yugi into atecttective embrace. It wasn’t sexual in any way, but rather comforting as Yugi as evidently extremely distraught, so much so that neither party was aware that Yugi wasn’t wearing anything in the way of clothing. But Otogi kept his arms around the small shaking body, he just held the smaller one as he fell back on to the bed and promptly found rest in the wonderful world of sleep.

* * *

When Otogi woke up, he realized that he still had Yugi in his arms. The smaller one ressembled a young child so much in Otogi’s eyes, he couldn’t help but smile at the sleeping youth. He also noted there was another set of arms firmly wrapped around Yugi, looking over the sleepy head, Otogi caught a glimpse of white hair, but this time there was innocenc tho those facial features, so Otogi assumed it was Ryou, Bakura must be taking a much needed break. Otogi mused at how he could have managed to get two people into his single bed comfortably and have another join them in the night without him noticing, Otogi marvelled at the two naked boys he held in his arms and how much they could differ from the spirits of the Millennium Items, like angels and demons.

Speaking of Otogi being unobservant, he hadn’t noticed the pair of arms wrapped firmly around his own body. Otogi twisted and turned to find the sleeping form pressed up against his back and the nose nuzzling his neck. The mere idea of having four people in a bed made for one was enough to make Otogi chuckle to himself. But when he found out that Seto had snuck out of his own cabin in the middle of the night e coe could sleep with his lover in his arms, Otogi blushed the deepest crimson. Seto had come to protect him from Yami, no doubt.

So there Otogi lay, surrounded by his three protectors, his aficionado among them. He was so content and warm, he took a moment to kiss each and every one of them on the forehead, bestowing Seto with a kiss on his lips as well.. maybe if all his mornings were like this one, Otogi may actually enjoy his stay…

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so yeah, hope it was worth the wait!

The next couple are going to be the interesting "I want to have some fun" ones
Sekura: yeah, only because you want to see Honda in a dress

That’s not the point…..

Review please… please… pretty please?