Fate at Sea

Chapter 3

Sup everyone?Thank for the review and here the update. it;s earned the R-rating now. Hopefully it won’t turn out too bad; Emphasis on ‘too’ Oh and I still refer to them sometimes as yami or light. Enjoy please!

Disclaimer- No I don’t own ^.^’. Hmm, where have I heard that before?

Warning-Yaoi (boy-on-boy.) So if you vomit or pull out a rosary and try to set me on fire at that, go away please and thankyou.

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Ryou had found his room with little difficulty, if you discounted the getting nearly run over by speeding luggage carts. The room was simple; a bed, T.V, and nightstand in one room, a simple crowded bathroom in the other. As soon as his bags hit the floor a speaker came on informing everyone that the firedrill would be taking place in 5 minuets.
Ryou grabbed a life-vest, which looked more like it would drag him under rather than keep him afloat, and headed out.
Outside had gone from a panicked stampede of lost people to a literal ghost town. Ryou went to the stair area and saw a blond guy sitting in the middle of the room, when Ryou entered he looked up, surprised out of his daze.
“Well, look at this, someone is actually bothering to do this thing.”
Ryou glanced nervously around him. “Is no one else doing the drill?”
“No way! They’ll pretend to be asleep is necessary, then again it is like 11. Lazy rich no good scumbags.”
“E-excuse me?”
The mumbling man snapped up. “Oh not you.” He watched as Ryou eyed the hall to his room “And no, you can’t escape. We’ve gotcha, your doing the drill.” The man pushed Ryou toward the stairs. “Now to the 3red floor!” he pointed up enthusiastically.
After yet more stairs they came to a room with 20 or 30 people in it, all looked board or disappointed.
“Poor people, well that’s what they get for leaving their rooms.”
Ryou looked oddly at the escort who ignored the stare. “-And you my new scarcely known friend shall be our doll.”
“Umm…great?” Ryou had barely gotten his answer out before he was dragged to the front of everyone with his vest.

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“Hey, Bakura? Ever seen a cat being dragged into a lake?”
Bakura looked over at the blond. “No…I can’t say I have? Why, do you have a point in there somewhere?”
Marik grinned. “Well, I do believe that’s a good impression right over there.”
The albino followed his gaze to the white-haired boy from before, indeed looking like a cat getting pulled into water. He watched as the kid was dragged out and the sorry excuse for a safety device was pulled over his head. He still couldn’t get over the looks; they were almost exactly to his. That is if he weren’t well, evil looking. Looking at Marik and Malik one could pass them off as brothers because of their uncanny resemblance. He put his attention back to his own look-a-like who was trying to fend off the female attendants offers to help him out of the vest, along with a few other offers on the side.
“Hey Kura?” Malik waved his hands in front of Bakura.
“What?” he snapped.
“You’ve been spacing out for like 20 minuets. The drill is over, you good to go?”
Bakura looked at his cell for the time, indeed some time had passed without him.
“Umm, you guy go in without me.”
“You sure?”
Marik picked up Malik bridal style. “He just needs to get some…information.” He winked at Bakura, nodding to the other albino who was escaping through a door to the deck. “Don’t worry cutie, there’s plenty you can do while we wait for him to return.”
Malik nuzzled his neck. “I’m sure there is. See ya Kura. And try not to scare anyone into jumping ship…it’s mean to have all the fun without me.”


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Ryou wandered the deserted decks. He’d finally gotten away from the touchy men and swooning woman just to find that the ship was more desolate then the firedrill attendance. So much for the ‘never-ending night life’ that cruises boast. Every once in a while a crewmember would be rushing past or could be found quickly sweeping up the wooden floors, but other then that, it was Ryou, Ryou, and well, yeah.
He went over to the rail and looked out to sea. His view was filled with black. Weather he was staring at the sea or sky was impossible to know.
Well at least I can’t see the water.
But somehow that though only made him think more about the 3,000 ft of abyss that he was floating on. He caught a glimpse of something white out of the corner of his eye and push himself from the railing to take a look, but before he could investigate he heard someone call him out.
“Hey Ryyy-chaann!”
Ryou froze and spun around wondering who in their right mind would call him Ry-Chan, the horror of it. He spotted Aira waving at him from a few feet away.
“Hey, Ai. What are you doing up so late?” Normally Aira was in bed at 8, 9 if he was really daring.
“Well, I though there would be more goin’ on. But, well, nothing!” he motioned to the empty deck. He brought his hand down and stumbled to the side, but grabbed the rail for support. “Hey, Whys the boat movin’ so much?”
Ryou looked at his cousin, slightly concerned for his mental heath. “Umm, Ai? Look at me. Good. Now, have you been drinking?” Ryou asked concerned, his cousin didn’t do very well with alcohol. The past experience ending in a passed out Aira and an extremely embarrassed Ryou, along with 50 phone numbers from the people Aira had decided to play matchmaker with. The albino could certainly smell something alcoholic on his cousin. Aira attempted to glare at him, but couldn’t quite focus his eyes properly. “No! Of course not!”
Ryou gave the ‘yeah-right-your-a-terrible-liar’ look.
Aira let out an annoyed sigh. “Fine, fine. I may of have a lil’ to drink.” He tried to pull out of Ryou's grasp, but only managed to fall, taking both boys top the ground.
“Oww! Jeez Ai! How much did you have?! We’ve only been here a few hours too” Aira ignore him, sitting on Ryou looking completely lost.
“Umm, I’m not really sure. I did out-drink the guy that bought me them. He’ll be pissed when he waked up.” He started to giggle at the though while Ryou swore silently not to every let his cousin go near alcohol…EVER!
“You had some guy buy you drinks?”
Aira stopped laughing and glared at him. “Oh your just jealous.”
Ryou gasped. “W-what?!”
“Oh you heard me. ‘What?’ Don’t go acting all innocent. I’m not nearly as stupid as the rest of our nut-job family. You really didn’t think that no one would know did you?”
Ryou laid right down onto the deck, no point in getting up if Aira decided to go on a rant. It's something that his cousin was well known for. And alcohol could never help these situations.
Aira almost looked sorry for him. “Jeez Ry. Seriously? I mean, your like 16, and have never had an interest any girl. Even when that Anzu girl threw herself at you, and she’s kinda a slut, oh whom am I kidding; she’s a total hoar. But any boy in school would be all over that. At least, any boy who isn’t gay.” He looked pointedly at Ryou before happily continuing. “But you plenty cute, and this is a cruise. I’m sure we’ll find someone here for you.” Aira Yawned and rolled off of Ryou. “Oh man, I’m tired. I think I’ll just go to sleep. Yep, that sounds good.” He laid down were he was and, well, went to sleep. Or more like passed out.
“Oh boy.” Ryou sighed as he got up and brushed himself off. Picking his fallen cousin up from under his arms, he half dragged him toward the room: he’d said something about being in the 200’s. Well, worse thing that could happen is that Aira remembers what he said, and tries plays matchmaker, probably embarrassing Ryou completely in the process, again. But seeing the state of his cousin, that wasn’t about to happen any time soon.

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Two blonds came out of the shower in search for new cloths. Bakura didn’t notice them and was still glaring holes into the ceiling.
“Hey, what’s Kura being so moody about?”
Marik continued drying his lovers’ hair. “No idea. Probably found out something he didn’t like about his latest toy”
Malik sighed annoyed. “Well he’s acting like a damn girl! If I wanted that I wouldn’t be gay!”
“Hey, I’m right here!” Bakura sat up from the queen-sized bed, now with a new playful look in his eyes. “One: stop stalking me so much, I haven’t even talked to the kid, so he’s not really mine, yet. Two: last I checked, you were the girl here.”
Malik picked up Marik’s shirt and threw it at him. But Bakura easily dodged and sat there with his trademark smirk (you know the one). “See, you throw just like one.” He teased.
Malik took the bait, lunging onto Bakura who caught him, rolling the naked blond under him and attacking his chest with kisses.
"Kura! Let me go now! Think you c-can get away w-with...Stop that! You're trying to distract me!"
"And if I am?"
Malik squirmed away from the attacking Bakura. "M-Marik, why aren't you helping!”
"Well, I was enjoying the show. Are you sure you want my help?"
Malik nodded furiously, trying not to moan as Bakura moved down to his neck and collarbone.
“Well, if you insist.” Marik smirked at the invitation and went over to the two, but was cut short by a knock at the door.
Growling he swung it open. “Yes.” He hissed.

A blond woman stood before him, tapping her foot impatiently on the floor. “Nice manners Marik. And don’t even think about closing this door on me. Now tell Bakura to get his ass out here on the double.”
Mai was one of the few people protected from death by Kura, only for the simple reason the ghost haunting them wasn’t a pleasant thought. 24/7 Hell.
Marik took a step back. “Yeah, your defiantly the first person I wanted to see tonight Mai.” He mumbled.
“I’ll just pretend that I didn’t hear that. Bakura, get dressed already, you have work to do and no time to do it.”
Bakura got up from the bed, grabbing his shorts. “I’m kinda busy right now, as you can obviously see.” He gestured toward Malik who wasn’t even bothering to cover up.
Mai rolled her eyes. “I don’t care about your personal schedule, we have work and it’s now. So get out here.” She grabbed Bakura roughly and dragged him out of the room while he was still attempting to pull his pants on.

Marik stared down the hallway at his lost lover ignoring any calls for help and closed the door soundly “Well, at least we get some one-on one time, again.” He smirked proud of his find. Malik sat up from the bed only to be pushed back down by the larger blond and pinned down on the sheets.
“You’re an optimist today aren’t you?”
“What can I say? I don’t always like sharing you.” Malik purred as Marik slip his hands down his thighs and kissed him passionately. He moved down biting and licking a path down on his partner’s ear.
Malik moaned and let himself melt into his yami’s touches. Each time a stray hand glanced a thigh or back, fire would spread through him, only adding to the well of gathering feeling. Marik rolled them over, placing Malik on top of him.
“Love, do something for me?”
Malik looked down at him. “Like what?”
Marik pulled him down and whispered into his ear. “Whatever you have.” The sound of his deep lustful voice made his body tingle with ideas for the night.
Taking the request, Malik pulled him into a deep kiss. Each fighting for domination, Marik winning quickly wrapped his arms around Malik to deepen the kiss even more, exploring ever corner of the familiar mouth. He growled as Malik pulled away, moving to nip at his neck and chest. Kissing around his nipples before hungrily sucking at them. He smirked, proud that he could get his yami to moan for him.
After being sure that every part of his body was treated, he moved lower, grasping the erect membrane at the base and licking along the top. Marik moaned and grabbed his lights hair, trying to get him to move faster. Malik teased a bit more, licking around the sides and moving his hand along his length with feather light touches, before taking the whole length into his mouth, feeling the others need. Marik gasped at the sudden warmth and moved his hips with Malik’s movements, who put all his weight against his yami, keeping his hips from moving.
“M-Malik! T-that’s not right.” He glared as best he could at Malik.
Malik’s answer only causing Marik to moan as the vibrations of his speech were sent through him. Malik muttered some more incoherent words causing Marik to grab at the sheets.
“A-Ah, MALIK!”
Marik grabbed at his lover’s hair, thrusting his hips up harder to get more from him as he came. Malik took him in all the way and swallowed everything as he came. Marik collapsed back onto the sheets breathing heavily and Malik crawled over to him, kissing him lightly. “Already tired? You didn’t even do anything.”
“Warm-up exercise is all that was.” Malik yelped as Marik pulled him onto his lap, arm around him snugly, and help a finger in front of him.
“Suck.”
Malik complied, pulling the finger into his mouth, running his tongue up and down the digit. He pulled in another finger, giving it the same treatment.
After a few minuets, Marik pulled out his fingers and started kissing Malik lightly. When he was given entrance into his mouth he deepened the kiss, distracting Malik as he pushed one finger inside of him. Malik moaned into the kiss, his hand grabbing at Marik’s back roughly.
Marik lowered his light onto the bed, moving between his legs as he continued to move his finger in and out of the gasping Malik. He went down into another passionate kiss’ adding another finger into Malik. He moved down to his neck, kissing lightly then sucking at the flesh, leaving a trail of red marks. Malik groaned as he took hold of his earlobe.
Moaning softly at the feel of Marik’s searching fingers inside his sensitive body, Malik roughly pushed back on the digit. “Marik…. please, just skip it. I’ll be fine.”
“You sure love?”
“Yes Damn it!”
Marik laughed at Malik’s demanding tone, but removed his fingers picking up a bottle of conveniently placed lotion. Transferring some of its contents into his hand he coated his manhood before positioning himself at Malik’s warm entrance. Quickly checking to make sure Malik was ready he thrust into him quickly, only stopping once he was buried as far into him as possible. Marik gasped at the feeling of being inside his light. Some things just never got old.
Placing his larger tan hands over Malik’s, pinning him down once again, allowing himself to relish the feel of being one with his love.
“Marik, move! Please!” Malik’s desperate request cut through his pleasure-clouded mind. He drew back out only the thrust back into Malik roughly again and again. Malik’s nail drew red lines across Marik’s back, Marik’s hold on his wrist were bruising, but both were to lost in the wave of pleasure that was upon them.
“Faster.” Came the moaned order. Marik started to thrust faster and harder, picking up a rhythm. Malik was gasping for air, as was Marik. His limbs grew taut as his release closed in on him, and if the other’s erratic and load gasps and moans told him the same was for Malik as well. He increased his thrusts, plunging deeper until he found the younger man’s prostate and hit it repeatedly, the induced cries from the blond only spring him closer to the edge.
After a few more well placed thrusts the other couldn’t take anymore, and he arched his back, fingers intertwining with his partner’s as he came with a muffled shout, his inner walls clenching almost painfully around the shaft inside him. He saw Marik freeze above him and a moment later the welcome heat of the man’s seed filled him.
The two collapsed heavily onto the bed, waiting to come down from the sex induced high.
“We have to take another shower now.” Malik wined softly.
Marik laughed and burrowed him head into his neck.
“Yes, we do. Now come on. We can sleep later.” Malik frowned at him, trying to pull him down to sleep. “It’s shower, or we get to help Bakura with Mai.” The other suddenly jumped onto Marik who carried him to the shower kissing him as he went.
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TBA