Love Lies

Nocturnal Distinction

            Seto and Joey adjusted their clothes as best they could as they descended down the
staircase. Their faces were flush and their damp hair stuck to their foreheads. The lights were
dim, and the loud music was pounding through the walls. The party was still ragin ful full force.
“Fuck Kaiba, You wore me out!” Joey chuckled as they reached the landing at the bottom of the
stairs..

Seto stopped and turned around. He grabbed Joey by his shoulders and pulled him into a white
hot kiss. Joey fell forward into Seto’s arms. Seto winced as his back hit the wall. A painting that
was hanging on the wall came crashing down next to them.

Joey and Seto didn’t even notice the painting fall though: they were locked together tightly at the
lips.

Joey brought Seto’s arms above his head and held Seto against the wall. Seto moaned lightly as
Joey’s tongue gained entrance into mouth. He thrust his hips forward to try to gain more physical
contact with his lover. Joey released Seto’s arms and cupped Seto’s cheeks with his hands,
forcing their mouths closer. Seto wrapped his arms around Joey’s waist and moaned.

“I love you, Wheeler......don’t....let....me go...”

Joey chuckled impishly and deepened their kiss.

Seto moaned lightly as Joey’s tongue danced in mouth. He held on tightly as Joey conquered his
lips.

Joey finally broke the kiss when a chorus of hoots and hollers erupted around them.

Seto tilted his head and rolled his eyes at their onlookers.

“Don’t you have anything better to be doing?” he snidely remarked to them.

Joey laughed as he messed up Seto’s hair.

“You’re so cute when you’re being an ass. Chill out Kaiba, it’s a party. We’re here to have fun.
Now quit being rude and let’s go find the Jagermonster!”

Seto cocked his head.

“What the hell is a Jagermonster, Wheeler?”

Joey wagged his eyebrows and grabbed Seto’s arm>
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“Ha Ha! You’ll see rich- boy!”

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            Duke and Tristan panicked as the lights behind the house suddenly turned on.

“Shit! Let’s get out of here, man!” Tristan squeaked he bolted out of the hottub.

A husky man dressed in a dark green bathrobe walked out onto the deck wielding a shot gun. He
looked like he was mad enough to kill.

“Holy fuck! He’s got a gun!” Duke yelped as he scurried toward the chainlink fence seperating
the yards.

“Where are you little bastards!” The man shouted angrily.

Duke and Tristan tossed their clothes over the fence and scaled it as fast as they could.

“There you little son’s of bitches are!” The man hissed as he aimed his gun.

DukeDuke and Tristan made it to the top of the chainlink fence and hurled themselves over. Just as
they landed on the ground, a loud shot rang out behind them.

“Oh fuck!”Duke trembled as he laid flat on his stomach.

Tristan gathered up his clothes while still laying on the ground. His brown eyes were filled with
worry.

Duke grabbed his clothes and looked at Tristan.

“I’m going for it, there’s no other choice.”

Tristan nodded his head.

“Right behind you.”

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            Isis inconspicuously lead Mai down the dimly lit basement. Mai flicked her lighter to
give them more light. They walked over to an old couch and sat down next to each other.

“Nobody will find us down ..” Isis grinned.

Mai noticed a half melted candle sitting on a small table. She leaned over and lit it with her
lighter, dimly illuminating the area with a light orange glow.

Isis looked around the room curiously, and than looked back at Mai.

“Do you hear something? Music?”

Mai rolled her eyes and laid her hand gently on Isis’s knee.

“Of course you hear music, there’s a party going on upstairs.”

Isis looked around cautiously.

“It’s different music....it’s-”

Mai reached up and silenced Isis’s lips with her index finger.

“Isis.....baby......shhhhh....”

Mai brushed her finger over Isis’s bottom lip, eliciting a small sigh from Isis.

“I need you Isis. After tomorrow it’ll be a couple of months before we can be together again. I
want to make tonight one worth remembering.”

Isis closed her eyes and lowered her head.

“I wish I could be with you.”

Mai brushed Isis’s long dark hair behind her ear. She gently traced the outline of Isis’s jawbone
with her fingertips. Mai’s light skin seemed to glow against Isis’s dark Egyptian complexion.

“My beautiful goddess”

Isis reached up at intertwined her tanned ers ers with Mai’s. She slowly guided Mai’s fingertips
along her cheek and up to her lips. Isis gently kissed each individual fingertip.

Mai let out a long sigh.

Isis brought Mai’s hand down slowly and captured the blondes lips in a searing kiss.

“Touch me” Isis insisted against Mai’s supple red lips.

Mai willingly complied.

Both women allowed the other to explore ever inch of their clothed bodies. Isis gently coaxed
Mai onto her back and straddled her slender hips. Isis slowly broke their kiss and sat up.

Mai looked up at Isis with a big grin.

“I think your baby grew again”

Isis shifted around uncomfortably and ran her hand over her very pregnant stomach.

“I think you’re right. I look like a cow.”

Mai twirled a lock of her long blonde hair around her finger and rolled her eyes.

“No you don’t Isis, you’re beautiful.”

Isis smiled unconvincingly.

“I wish I could believe that. This child is sucking the very life out of me.”

Mai smiled as she propped herself up on her elbows.

“It must be a boy than.”

Isis covered her mouth and chuckled. She leaned over and wrapped her arms around Mai.

“I love you Mai. Thank you for always being so good t..”

Mai rea her her arm around Isis and laced her fingers through her hair. She brought Isis into a
delicate kiss.

Isis slowly pulled the straps of Mai’s white tank top off of her shoulders.

“Are you sure you want this?” Isis ask in almost a whisper.

Mai wrapped her long legs around Isis’s waist and nodded.

“M’hm”

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            Marik twisted off the cap of an unopened beer bottle with his teeth, and spit the cap
Bakura. The cap almost caught Bakura in the eye, but his quick reflexes kicked in and he
swatted it away.

He let out a threatening snarl that only made Marik laugh.

Yami sat nearby looking through a show box full of cd’s. His face was filled with bewilderment.

“Is there a problem, Yami?” Marik laughed after a long swig of his beer.

Yami held up a cd with a black cover. A very creepy looking half a demon-looking skull was
the only artwork.

“What kind of music do you and Ryou listen to? I don’t recognize any of these bands.”

Bakura cracked a grin.

“That’s because your hikari is a little bitch and listens to that pussy shit.”

Yami glared at the cocky white haired yami.

“Watch how you speak about Yugi. I’m warning you, Bakura.”

Marik burst out laughing.

“Yeah Bakura, the pharaoh likes that pussy shit too! Don’t be dissin’ the big guy now!”

Yami rolled his eyes and groaned as he went back to sifting through the cds.

“You two really need a new hobby.”

Bakura snickered as he got up and walked over to an open case of beer. He leaned over picked
up one of the bottles.

“What makes you think I even want any new hobbies?” he smirked.

Yami glanced up from a cd and made a face at Bakura.

“I wasn’t asking you......I was telling you to. There’s a difference.”

“I didn’t ask your opinion pharaoh. If you don’t like how Marik and I act, you’re free to leave.”

Bakura twisted the cap off of the beer bottle and placed it between his ring finger and thumb.

He snapped his fingers; sending the cap whizzing through the air , and catching Marik’s cheek
before falling to the cement floor.

Bakura chuckled as he took a sip of his beer.

“Bullseye!”

Marik picked up the cap and squeezed it in half.

He looked at Bakura with an irritated expression and threw the cap back at him.

Bakura reached out quickly and caught the cap in his hand.

“You missed.” he grinned evilly as he threw the cap on the floor.

Marik stood up and crossed his arms.

“Oooh.....Bakura thinks he’s tough now!” he snidely remarked.

Bakura stalked up to Marik and faced off with him.

“Kiss my fucking ass, Ishtar.”

Marik raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“Excuse me? Do you use that foul mouth to kiss your mother?”

Bakura glared sharply into Marik’s esoteric eyes.

“No, I used it on your mother though.” he hissed back.

Marik made a sour face.

“My mother is dead.”

Bakura wagged his eyebrows and grinned.

“I know......and she was GOOD.”

Yami looked up from the cds with utter disgust.

“Can the two of you please stop it? Bakura, that was uncalled for. You have no respect for the
dead.”

Bakura rolled his eyes.

“Are you calling me a liar, pharaoh?”

A look of pure disgust spread across Yami’s face.

“You are fucking twisted, Bakura. Necrophilia? PLEASE! I don’t want to know!”

Marik left Bakura and walked over to Yami and put his arm around him. Yami flinched away,
but didn’t fully pull away from Marik.

“Uh......Yami? I hate to remind you, but you just fucked a dead guy.”

Yami shook his head.

“That was different.”

Marik chuckled as he drank down the rest of his beer.

“Was it now?” He laughed as he walked over to the case of beer.

Yami didn’t reply and continued to sort through the cds.

“Fuck! You drank the last beer you jack ass!” Marik hissed at Bakura.

Bakura shrugged his shoulders and casually drank his beer empty.

“This is only my third one. YOU drank the rest of them, you ignorant fool.”

Marik lowered his eyes and glared.

“You’re the shithead that bought shorties. You know those are only good for a few swallows.”

Bakura crossed his arms and grunted.

“Well ex-cuuuuuuuuze me! Shorties are all they had left at the liquor store!”

Marik groaned as he looked over the empty case of beer.

“Fuck. One of us has to go upstairs and get some more.”

Bakura shot Marik a cocky look and walked over by Yami.

“Since you’re the drunk; YOU GO.”

Marik groaned as he walked over to the door.

“Fine........ prick. I’ll be back in a few.”

“Thanks for the warning” Bakura snickered in response

“Get bent” Marik scoffed back.

Yami looked up at Bakura and shook his head.

“I seriously cannot comprehend the relationship you and Marik have.”

Bakura kneeled down next to Yami and laughed as he picked up a cd.

"Well Yami, it’s something like this; A good friend will come and bail you out of jail ... but a
true friend will be sitting next to you saying, Damn...that was fun!"

Yami rolled his eyes as he watched Bakura put in a different cd. He ran his fingers through his
bangs and sighed.
"Words of wisdom courtesy of Bakura......"

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            Marik opened the door and stepped out of the room. His jaw dropped and his eyes got
huge as he observed the unexpected scenario in front of him. He was at a loss of words.

“Isis?” he whispered softly as shock took over his body.

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Sorry that was shorter than usual, but the next chapter is really long. A lot of questions will be
answered in it. I hope to have it up by Friday.

Okay, question answer time with the authoress:

JavaGreen: Hmmm......Santa......that can be arranged;-) Thanks for the idea!

trivia-game: Which one? Metallica’s version or the Diamondhead version? I was listening to
Metallica......I like their older stuff (everything prior to their LAME “Black” album.) They’re
new stuff is just too mellow for me....LOL

 

Tanya: (I’ll call Bakura in to answer this one)

Authoress: Oh Bakura......come out come out wherever you are!

(Bakura appeares out of nowhere)

Bakura: WHAT in the devil do you want now demon wench!

Authoress: Tanya wants to know if she can paint your nails midnight blue.

Bakura: Ha! Sure, as long as she lets me style her hair!

(Bakura runs out muttering something about hairspray)

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