Touch The Stars

Touch the Stars

Hato chiisai

Disclaimer: No own.

YAOI WARNING

Pharaoh- Marik- telekinetic

Emperor- Bakura- telepath

King- Yami- teleporter

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Chapter 25

Epilogue

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Marik and Ryou, hand in hand, sat in the transport down to the surface of Assyria. Ryou was resting his head on Marik’s shoulder, and Marik had his own head resting on Ryou’s with one arm around him. Bakura and Malik sat side by side watching Marik and Ryou, Marik whispering softly to the Assyrian prince. Every now and then, Ryou would smile and cuddle closer, and Marik managed to sneak in a few tiny kisses. Neither noticed their brothers watching them and smiling softly, until the transport landed.

“C’mon, loverboy, time to get off.” Malik called, giving his brother a telekinetic poke. Marik looked over, annoyed.

“Oh, go away, Malik.”

“Do you REALLY want to screw Ryou in a transport?” Malik asked, and Bakura gave the boy a look. Ryou hid his face.

“Why not?” Marik asked, grinning, and Bakura’s glare turned onto him.

“Marik, please...” Ryou said, also making a face. Marik smiled down at him.

“Please what? Continue? What’s wrong, don’t want to wait?”

“Marik!” Ryou wailed. “I am NOT doing anything in the transport! Please…” And he cuddled close. “Let’s go to my room…” He murmured, and nibbled Marik’s ear, making the man grin. Malik snickered as his brother melted, and Bakura shook his head.

“Okay.” Marik said, nuzzling Ryou. The transport’s rockets shut off, and the ramp lowered. Bakura and Malik stood and left the transport.

“Wow…” Malik breathed, eyes wide as he stepped into the cool air and gentle rain of Assyria. Bakura smiled at him.

“Welcome to Assyria.” Bakura said, and Malik looked up at the trees that towered over head, then approached the edge of the landing platform and looked down, seeing the trees disappear into the thick mist. Marik grinned at his brother’s amazement.

“Come on, Malik.” Bakura said, boarding the gondola that would take them to the platform to the palace. Malik nodded and ran over, boarding behind Bakura, seeing Marik and Ryou already in it. The door closed and the gondola launched and moved through the dark forest, skirting around trees. Malik stared out, seeing beacons of light in the trees that turned out to be windows. The light haired pale skinned Assyrians that were moving along the tree-ways all paused and watched the gondola go by knowing that their Emperor was on board, and some waved. Lightning lit up the forest briefly, and a gentle rumble of thunder was heard. Fifteen minutes later the gondola reached the docking station and the passengers disembarked. Guards saluted as Bakura led the way across a tree-way and to the Palace Grove; the five trees that made up the palace. Once there, he turned.

“Prince Malik. Come and I will give you the tour.” He said. Malik nodded and smiled, following Bakura. Ryou and Marik watched them go, then looked at each other. Ryou smiled and took Marik’s hand, kissing his cheek before pulling him in the opposite direction.

“Come on… he’s giving us some extra privacy.” He said, and Marik grinned widely.

“Remind me to thank him later.” He said and trotted after Ryou. Ryou led the way into the Royal Suite Tree and placed his hand on the scan pad, which soon let him in. Marik followed Ryou down the spiral stairs and into his bedroom, which had thankfully been cleaned up after Bakura had trashed it while Ryou was trapped in Marik’s mind.

“This is my room.” Ryou said, turning and smiling at Marik. “This is where I have lived all my life.” Marik smiled and moved across the room and looked out the window, seeing the vine that Ryou had told him about, bearing the fruit that he would eat for a quick snack. He then turned and looked at Ryou.

“And… will I be staying here? With you?” He asked, and Ryou smiled.

“I hope you will.” He said and walked over to Marik, laying his hands on his biceps. Marik smiled, resting his own hands on Ryou’s slender hips. They stared at each other for several minutes, and then Marik leaned over and kissed him. Ryou opened his mouth to him almost immediately, moaning loudly as Marik’s tongue slipped in and he raised his arms to encircle Marik’s neck. Marik sighed and pulled Ryou to his body tightly, and the kiss deepened. Suddenly, Marik pulled back. Ryou blinked up at him, and Marik smirked.

“Shhhh….” He hissed, raising a finger to his lips. “Do you trust me?” Ryou blinked, then slowly nodded.

“Yes.” He whispered, and Marik smiled. He raised his hand and the lights went out. Ryou swallowed and glanced around. The room was black, and the only light was the extremely faint light that came from the window. Then, Ryou gasped loudly as he felt his feet leaving the floor. His eyes were wide as he found himself suspended on his back, hearing Marik slowly stalking in circles around him.

“You want me… don’t you?” Marik hissed, and Ryou gulped.

“Yes…” He gasped, and felt the cloak ripped from his body.

“Good to hear.” Marik said, and Ryou smiled at the grin in his tone. “I love you… I love every inch of you…” Ryou’s breathing increased as his boots were slowly drawn off of his legs and his white shirt slid off of his torso, his belt falling to the floor. Marik grinned as he circled Ryou in his tight white leather pants and tight sleeveless black shirt. He walked under Ryou, dragging his fingers down his back, mind shredding the fabric away, making the boy moan and shiver softly. When Marik’s finger tips reached the hem of Ryou’s pants, Ryou gasped as he felt them being unfastened by Marik’s mind, and Marik continued to walk down Ryou’s body, dragging his pants with them. When they fell to the floor, Marik turned and moved back to admire his lover’s nude form. He grinned at Ryou’s chest, heaving as he panted in his arousal, which was also on full display.

“You are so beautiful…” Marik breathed as he began to strip himself. He circled Ryou again, reaching out with his mind and covering Ryou with ghostly caresses. Ryou moaned softly, but they gradually turned to aroused groans and mewls and pleas. He squirmed in the air as Marik watched him, grinning like the Chesire Cat. Marik chuckled and lifted two fingers, sliding them into his own mouth, and Ryou gasped as he felt ghostly fingers slip into his mouth. Marik grinned as Ryou moaned softly, then removed his fingers from his mouth. Ryou whimpered as the fingers left his mouth, then groaned as they slid down his body and traced up his erection. They circled the tip, then dragged down the underside, and kept going. Ryou whined, then cried out as the ghostly fingers pressed into his entrance and slipped in, but almost immediately they withdrew. Marik walked over and released his hold on Ryou. The boy yelped as he fell, but Marik caught him in his arms. Ryou squeaked and flung arms around his neck, then relaxed and sighed, nuzzling his ear.

“Are you going to stop teasing me now?” He pursed in a seductive tone. Marik grinned and chuckled moving over to Ryou’s nest. He bent over it, dropping Ryou.

“No.” He said, crawling over the boy. Ryou giggled as he was kissed, and wriggled in delight as he felt Marik’s body brushing against him here and there. Marik laughed and let himself drop, laying his entire weight upon Ryou, who groaned and squirmed, loving the feeling that the weight and friction gave him. Marik grinned and kissed Ryou, running his fingers through his long hair and grinding against him. Ryou whimpered and wrapped his legs around Marik’s hips, lifting his hips up and grinding back, beginning to groan and pant loudly.

“Ahh! Ahh!!! Oh… M-Marik… ah, yes, please… oh gods… Marik… Marik… oh yes… ohhhh…. Mmm…. Hnnn…. Oooohh…. Mmm….” Ryou’s pleas and cries became whimpers again, grinding against Marik in wild desperation. His head was thrown back in passion, face flushed and plastered with sweat soaked hair. Marik grinned and gave a weak chuckle as Ryou began to tremble.

“C’mon, baby…” He murmured into Ryou’s ear. “C’mon… you’re so close… cum for me, Ryou… good boy… come on…” Ryou arched his back and cried out, and Marik smiled as he felt a liquid heat spread over his loins. Ryou’s body relaxed and his legs slipped from around Marik’s waist. Ryou smiled as Marik gently caressed him, soothing him after his orgasm. Marik bent over and kissed Ryou, then slid down his body. Ryou shivered and mewed as he felt Marik’s tongue bathing his nether regions, licking up the semen smeared over his skin. But he didn’t stop. Ryou moaned and squirmed slightly as Marik licked over his penis, sucking it down his throat and massaging it with his tongue, every now and then letting the hardening flesh slip from his lips. He nibbled and suckled at the head of his erection, tongue lapping at the slit bringing a small squeal from Ryou, who tangled his fingers into Marik’s blonde hair.

~PRINCE RYOU!!~

~Good heavens!~

~Really!~ Ryou jumped at the voices into his head.

~Prince Ryou! Show some decency!~ Pegasus’ shocked and peeved voice scolded.

~RYOU!!~ Bakura’s voice followed. ~In the name of all that is good and holy, keep your mind closed if you’re going to be doing things like that!!!~ Ryou’s eyes flew open.

~Sorry!~ He cried out to all those who had heard, and quickly threw up all of his mental defenses.

“Ryou?” Marik’s voice made him look up. “Is something wrong?”

“I… I accidentally let my thoughts slip!” Ryou squeaked, and after a moment Marik laughed. “It’s not funny! About a dozen people, including my BROTHER, heard me when you were… were… STOP LAUGHING!!!” Ryou wailed, but Marik was unable to stop. Ryou pouted as Marik progressed to tired giggles, then finally stopped laughing and looked up.

“Oh boy…” Marik finally breathed. He looked up and moved over Ryou, gently kissing his pout away. “My poor baby… were you enjoying me a little too much?” Ryou frowned and sniffled, but blushed and nodded. Marik chuckled and nuzzled Ryou’s cheek, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I’m sorry, baby. Do you want to stop for now, or do you want to…”

“I’m okay now. I’ve reinforced my mind.” Ryou said in a breathless voice. “Please… keep going.” Marik grinned and nodded, kissing Ryou gently, before slowly kissing and licking down his body until he had returned to his slightly diminished erection. Marik grinned; he couldn’t have that. He quickly and skillfully brought Ryou back to full blown arousal, watching the boy squirm and listening to his moaning. He carefully brought Ryou to the edge, and then stopped. Ryou gave an annoyed groan and lifted his head, glaring up at Marik who snickered at his little lover.

“Shhhh….” He murmured before the boy could start to complain. He grinned and pinned Ryou’s wrists down, letting their erections touch. Ryou’s eyelids fluttered and he whimpered as Marik slowly moved his hips around, causing their erections to rub up and down one another. He moved Ryou’s wrists above his head and pinned them there with one hand, and moved the other down to stroke Ryou’s cheek before slipping two fingers into Ryou’s mouth. The boy moaned and began to suck and lick them as if he had never had something more pleasureful in his mouth. Marik groaned at Ryou’s enthusiasm, but finally removed his fingers from his mouth and smiled when Ryou whined and pouted, but quickly cooed when Marik kissed the pout away.

“Just relax, angel.” He whispered between kisses, and moved his fingers down between Ryou’s legs. The boy shifted slightly and spread his thighs eagerly, making Marik chuckle.

“You are too cute.” He said, and Ryou smiled slightly, sticking his tongue out playfully. “Hey now…” Marik said, grinning, and pursued Ryou’s little pink tongue back into its hiding place. As Ryou’s mischeivious tongue surrendered to the one that came in after it, Marik slipped a finger into Ryou’s body. The boy tightened up for a moment before relaxing around the finger within him. Marik drew it in and out of Ryou gently, and the boy moaned and began to alternately tighten and relax his muscles around the gentle finger.

Marik smiled as Ryou also began to move his hips with the slowly thrusting finger, so Marik added a second, bringing a pleased moan from Ryou, so he soon added a third. He stroked Ryou’s slick inner walls and curled his fingers slightly, gently rubbing his prostrate. Ryou’s voice rose in several high pitched breathy cries that fed Marik’s arousal like gasoline fed a flame. Marik smiled and slowly withdrew his fingers, lifting them up into Ryou’s view and giving them a slow sensual lick. Ryou’s eyes widened slightly as he did that, and they widened even further when Marik mounted him and moved into position. Marik released Ryou’s wrists and stroked his cheek gently, letting the tip of his penis rub against Ryou’s entrance. Ryou gave a plaintive mewl, leaning into the gentle stroking of the heated skin of his cheek. Marik smiled and brushed Ryou’s bangs out of his face before moving his hand down and resting it on his hip, supporting his weight on his other hand braced nest to Ryou’s head. Then, gently, he moved his hips forwards, pressing gently into Ryou’s body.

Ryou moaned loudly, tilting his head and arching his back, moving his hands up to Marik’s shoulders, digging his fingers into his dark skin and his teeth digging into his own lower lip.

“Shhhhhh…..” Marik crooned. “Shhhh… easy… relax… relax, baby… I know it hurts…” Ryou looked up at him and nodded, closing his eyes and focusing on relaxing his body and evening out his breathing. Marik smiled and slid in as far as he could, then rested. He gently kissed Ryou’s face and rubbed his abdomen, soothingly. Slowly Ryou relaxed and his grip on Marik’s shoulders loosened. Marik smiled.

“There you go…” He praised, and Ryou moaned slightly, smiling up at him. “Feel better?”

“Mmmmm…..” Ryou replied, closing his eyes and squirming around under Marik. Marik chuckled and took that as a sign that Ryou was ready, so Marik drew out of his body, held for a moment, then pressed back in. Ryou moaned again and Marik smiled, using his mental powers to cover Ryou’s entire body with sensual caresses, watching him writhe beneathe him in the intense pleasure that he was being assaulted by.

Marik let out a pleasured moan himself as Ryou’s hands drifted to his sides and gripped them, the strength of the grip constantly changing becoming a pleasureful massage. He bent down and kissed the Assyrian, smiling as the boy mewled into his mouth, gently coaxing Marik to let his tongue in, and Marik did.

~More… Marik…. Please…~ Ryou’s mental request was a gentle stroke in Marik’s mind. Marik nodded and lowered his body slightly to change his balance before he started picking up the pace in speed, force and depth. Ryou threw his head back with a yelp as Marik struck his prostate. Marik grinned.

“Did I get it?” He asked, and Ryou groaned and nodded, making his lover chuckle. “Just makin sure…” He said in a teasing tone, and picked up where he left off, much to Ryou’s pleasured approval. He kissed Ryou once again, muffling his cries as he struck his prostate over and over again, moaning softly when Ryou bent his legs, hugging Marik’s sides with his knees. He moaned and arched his back, trying to bring Marik further into his body, clenching and unclenching around him and intensifying the pleasure.

“Ahh… you feel… so good, Ryou…” Marik gasped, a sheen of sweat covering his bronze chest and back. “You are so beautiful… I love you, Ryou, baby… Ahh… I love you…” Ryou continued to pant beneathe Marik, his face and chest flushed.

“Marik… please… gods, I… I’m close…. Oh gods…” Ryou whined, and Marik smiled, kissing him. He knew Ryou was close, he could tell by the trembling in his body.

“Come on, Ryou… let go… I love you… I am yours, Ryou… forever… come on love… let go Ryou… let it go….” And with a cry Ryou did as Marik bade him, releasing his seed across his and Marik’s chests. Marik grit his teeth and groaned as his thrusts became quick and erratic, until with a final deep thrust, he held and filled his lover with his semen. Then, Marik rolled off of Ryou and collapsed onto his back, drawing the prince into his arms. He closed his eyes and smiled as Ryou cuddled close, resting his head on Marik’s chest.

“I love you, Marik…” Ryou sighed softly, and Marik pulled him closer to lie more upon his body. Ryou shifted around until he was comfortable. His hips rested on the bedding of the nest to Marik’s left, and the boy’s torso was sprawled across Marik’s, his head resting on Marik’s right shoulder. The Egyptonian curled one arm around Ryou’s shoulders, and draped the other over his hips, and Ryou curled a leg around Marik’s left leg. Marik smiled as Ryou yawned and relaxed, kissing his shoulder.

“I love you too…” Marik whispered, and Ryou let out a soft coo as he drifted to sleep, content in the arms of his lover.

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Bakura smiled and paused slightly on his way to showing Malik to where he would be living as the Egyptonian Ambassador.

“What is it?” Malik asked, turning and looking at the Emperor.

“Ryou. He just fell asleep.”

“And?”

“He’s my brother. I have conditioned my mind to always be aware of his… and when he fell asleep, his mental shields fell a bit, allowing me into his mind to an extent.” And Bakura’s small smile widened slightly. “I am getting overhelming feelings of happiness and contentment. He is feeling warm and loved. And safe.”

“I see.” Malik said, smiling as well. Bakura sighed and continued on, Malik by his side. He entered the Royal Suite Tree, and led Malik not to the doorway with the scan panel, but up a set of stairs that ended at a door. He opened it and walked in.

“These will be your quarters for as long as you are here.” Bakura said. “I hope you will find them to your liking.” And he turned on the lights. Malik glanced around, nodding.

“They will be fine. It’s a bit cold, but… I believe that I will have to get used to that.” He grinned at Bakura, who chuckled.

“I do believe you will.” He said. “I shall leave you to get settled.” And he bowed, before turning and heading for the door. Malik watched him go, and bit his lip.

“Wait.” He said, and Bakura stopped and looked back over his shoulder.

“Yes?”

“I… it’s a bit lonely, without my brother. I mean, I know he’s just downstairs, but… he has someone else now. I…I mean… would you stay for a while? Just until I feel… more at home?” Bakura turned and faced Malik, completely. He realized that he was in the same position. His brother was just downstairs, and yet he was no longer there the way he used to be. He had Marik, and Marik had him. And Bakura and Malik were… alone. He smiled at Malik.

“Of course.” He said, and stepped into Malik’s apartment, closing the door.

“Thank you.” Malik said, and the pair moved across the room before taking seats at a small table beneathe a window.

“So… I know all about your brother, but nothing about you.” Bakura said, and smiled at Malik. “I would like to get to know you, now that you will be staying with us.” Malik blinked, then smiled warmly and nodded.

“Sure. I would like to get to know you as well. After all, I suppose that with our brothers the way they are, it’s only a matter of time before we become brothers-in-law.” Bakura blinked at Malik’s words, then grinned.

“This is true. But I hope that a friendship can develop between us, not for politics, or our brothers… but for us.” The Emperor said, and the prince nodded, staring deep into Bakura’s dark eyes, and found himself captivated.

“I would like that.” He replied.

And as Marik and Ryou slept in the loving embrace of the other, the Assyrian Emperor and Egyptonian Prince began the first of many conversations that would carry on late into the night. Perhaps Marik and Ryou would soon find themselves only the first of royalty in love on Assyria…

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