Return to the Light

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Chapter 3- Welcome Home


“I’ll try to convince him.” Ryou said to Yami and Yugi, as they left the sushi bar. “But I doubt he’d let me have tomorrow off, too.”

“Well, try. He’s your dark, you know how to convince him.” Yugi said, smiling.

“I gotta go.” Ryou said, and turned, walking down the street. It was almost three in the morning, and Bakura would be worried. Ryou began walking to the apartment that Malik and Marik lived in; it was closer than his and Bakura’s, and Bakura was probably with the Egyptian boys anyway. He took a shortcut down a dark alley, looking up to see the apartment on the other end of the dark canyon. Ryou was suddenly grabbed, and shoved up into a wall. He stared at his attacker, terrified at the strong grip he was being held in. A book was waved in his face.

“The Kingdom of Heaven is at hand! Only God can save your soul!” The man rasped. Ryou blinked, then rolled his eyes. “Repent! Turn away from you sins! Come back to Jesus, child!” Ryou wrenched himself out of the man’s grip.

“Leave me alone!”

“Rebuke the devil! Turn your face back to the Lord!”

“Tell that to the 5000 year old spirit I share a body and a bed with…” Ryou muttered, and hurried towards the apartment. When he got there, he was not at all surprised to hear suspicious noises coming from the other side of the door. He took out the key Malik had given him, and entered the apartment. He raised his eyebrows when three tousled heads appeared over the back of the sofa, to look at him.

“Well, hello there, Ryou…” Marik purred, eyeing Ryou’s body, making the boy smirk and roll his eyes.

“Took you long enough.” Malik pouted. “How could you leave me here with these two!”

“You’re the one who invited Bakura, Malik.” Ryou said, closing the door and walking into the room, eyeing the clothes that were literally everywhere. Malik’s pants were on the coffee table, his shirt on the TV obscuring the screen that seemed to be showing the Brady Bunch. Marik’s pants were on the back of the sofa, and his shirt was covering a potted plant in the corner. Bakura’s pants were no where to be seen (they definitely weren’t on Bakura) and his shirt hung from the ceiling fan. Ryou thought it wise not ask how it got there.

Ryou was distracted when Marik got up off of the sofa, or, to be more accurate, off of Bakura, and strode over to Ryou.

“Come to play, love?”

“Not really.” Ryou snorted, rolling his eyes again. He gasped, when Marik grabbed his crotch, and began rubbing and massaging him. He leaned over, and kissed Ryou’s throat.

“Are you sure?” He muttered. Ryou tried to answer, but his voice seemed to have gone to the Bahamas. Bakura smirked, when Ryou’s knees buckled, and Marik wrapped an arm around the small of his back to keep him standing. Bakura got off of Malik, and came up behind Ryou, kissing his shoulder. He reached around Ryou, and thumbed open his pants. Malik grinned, and joined them, crouching in front of Ryou, and moving Marik’s hand away, then pulled Ryou’s pants down. Marik grasped Ryou’s length, and squeezed, making Ryou moan, and go limp. Malik shoved Marik back, and pulled Ryou to his knees, while Bakura disposed of the shirt.

Malik put his face between Ryou’s legs, and sucked his erection into his mouth, licking it up and down, before pulling back. He straddled Ryou’s hips, then sank down, moaning, impaling himself on Ryou’s shaft. Ryou moaned loudly into Bakura’s mouth. Malik leaned back, until he rested on the floor, and Bakura pushed Ryou down, so he was leaning over Malik, but more importantly to Bakura, presenting his backside to the white haired dark. Bakura knelt, positioning himself at Ryou’s entrance, then drove his length hard into his light. Ryou cried out at the pain of the intrusion, letting his head fall to Malik’s shoulder. Marik knelt, lifting Ryou’s head, and kissed him, gently, at first, then fiercely. Bakura began thrusting hard into Ryou, shoving him against Malik, and both hikari’s groaned at the sensation. After a moment, Ryou put his hands on Marik’s hips, and pulled his into a standing position, so his erection was right in front of his face. Ryou took Marik into his mouth, and began sucking on him, making the blonde spirit moan. Bakura began thrusting harder and faster, making Ryou moan in pleasure.


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/Should we really let Ryou walk home alone?/ Yugi asked Yami, as they left the restaurant after Ryou.

//Looks like he’s heading to Malik’s place. And we both know what we’ll end up doing all night if we go with him.// Yami chuckled. Yugi frowned.

/I don’t like letting him walk alone in his neighborhood, especially with his reputation./

//Reputation?//

/As one of the best, and most expensive whores in town./

//Yugi, don’t call Ryou a whore.//

/He is, Yami! He’s better than that. I don’t like thinking about Ryou being, used like that./

//Neither do I, but it’s his choice. And he’ll be fine, aibou. We both know he can handle himself.//

/We both know that he can’t always control his shadow powers, too Yami./

//….True. Well, he’s only got a few blocks. He’ll be fine. Maybe you haven’t noticed how muscular he’s gotten, but I have.// Yami said, and Yugi frowned, thinking.

/Huh. You’re right. I guess he has built up some muscles, hasn’t he./

//Yugi…//

/Hai?/

//We have company.// Yami said, grimly, and Yugi suddenly became aware that they were being followed. Yami stopped dead.

“May I help you?” He said, coldly, still facing forwards. There was a grunt, and Yugi narrowed his eyes as they were surrounded by eight or nine larger men.

“Yeah. You can explain why you interrupted my, er, business.” One of the men said. Yugi recognized him as the man they had saved Ryou from.

“Perhaps you can explain why he wasn’t too happy to see you.” Yami said.

“What business is it of yours?”

“He’s a friend.” Yugi said. “And so is his, er, manager…” Yugi said, referring to Bakura.

“Well, maybe we were arranging a night out. Him, me, oh, and a few friends…” the man chuckled evilly, as did many of the others surrounding the two boys. “But maybe you can make up for ruining our fun. How ‘bout a private showing. My apartment’s not far.” Yugi and Yami scowled, and moved so that they were back to back.

“Go home.” Yami said. “You don’t want to start anything with us.” The ring of men grew smaller around them.

/Yami?/

//Let them make the first move, Yugi.//

/Hai./ Yugi said. They waited a few seconds, until the first man swung a fist at Yugi’s face. Yugi ducked under the arm, and slammed his fist into the man’s side. That seemed to be the signal for hell to break loose. Yami and Yugi were much smaller, and mush faster than their attackers, and after hours of training under Marik, Malik and Bakura, the two were a force to be reckoned with. Yugi turned when he heard his Yami cry out in pain. Yugi scowled when he saw his dark backing away from a man with a switchblade, clutching his arm. The white fabric of his shirt was slowly turning crimson, and Yami’s teeth were clenched in pain. The man charged Yami, and Yugi knew he would never get there in time. He raised his hand, and Yami glanced up when the Sennen Eye appeared on his hikari’s forehead.

“Mind Crush!” Yugi shouted, and Yami’s attacker crumpled to the ground. Yami blinked then looked up at Yugi.

“I told you not to use that, aibou.” He snarled. Yugi frowned.

“Well, I wasn’t about to let him gut you.” He said, pulling Yami’s hand away from his arm. “Let’s go take care of that.” Yugi said, and the two continued down the alley. “And if you didn’t want me to use it, then you shouldn’t have taught me.”

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