Project: Destiny

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Disclaimer: Unfortunately anything dealing with Yu-gi-oh does not belong to me but to a very rich and lucky person. So no suing!
Includes: Yaoi (male/male relationships), slight AU but no spoilers, original characters
Pairings: Seto/Joey, Yami/Yugi, Marik/Malik, Bakura/Ryou, possible others
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General A/N: Hello all. For those that are a little confused, this sequel does take place 4 years after the other story so the kids are all 4. Well, I really have nothing else to say so on with the story…


Project: Destiny Sequel
Chapter Three
by Ravenx

“What the hell are you doing here?” Yami growls, his fingers wrapping around the spiky brown haired boy’s neck.

“Yami? Who is it?” Yugi calls from the living room.

“Nothing.”

“Pl..eas..e…let…m…me…ex…plain…” Valon gasps, his hands reaching up to grab a hold of Yami’s wrist.

“You don’t need to explain anything. I told you what I’d do to you four years ago if I ever saw you again.” The taller yami’s fingers tighten around the other boy’s throat.

“Yami, who is at the….door.” Yugi stares wide eyed at the boy in his lover’s hand, his arms wrapping around his own chest. “Wha…What are you doing here?”

“No…not…brea…breathing.”

“Why is he here, Yami?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care.”

Yami tightens his hand even more around the slim tanned neck, his dark purple eyes narrowing as he hears Yugi moving closer to him, a small hand pulling on the hem of his tank top.

“As much as I don’t like him either, I think we should let him explain.” Yugi whispers.

“What’s going on guys?” Ryou steps around the door with Kiya in his arms, the small girl looking around her shoulder as her arms tighten around her dad’s neck.

As Ryou’s light brown eyes look at the tall yami holding the spiky haired boy, his arms wrap tightly around his daughter, one of his hands moving to press her head against his shoulder, and he takes a shaky step back.

“Wh…why is he here?”

“We don’t know.” Yugi says.

“Tenshi? Tenshi, what’s wrong?” Bakura moves quickly to his lover’s side, his arms wrapping around the smaller boy and his daughter. “What’s wrong tenshi?”

“He is back.” Ryou motions his head toward the door where Bakura’s eyes follow.

“I’ll kill him before he touches my daughter.” Bakura growls as he steps in front of his small family.

“Not…her…here to…hur…hurt…an…anyone…” Valon gasps.

“Please! Don’t hurt him, let him go. We aren’t here to hurt anyone. Just please let him go.” A tall, slim red head quickly comes up the front porch to stand beside Valon, a small boy with spiky red hair is in his arms, the child’s small arms and legs hanging limply as he sleeps with his head resting on the taller boy’s shoulder.

“I warned you…” Yami growls.

“I know, I know. But we didn’t have a choice. Please just let him go and we can explain everything.”

“Let them explain, Yami.” Yugi pulls his lover’s shirt gently.

“No, kill them and let’s be done with them for good.” Bakura’s hands clench into fist at his sides.

“Please listen to your hikari, Yami. We aren’t here to hurt you but to help you.” Alistar looks deep into Yami’s eyes as the dark purple orbs slide over to look at him. “Please.”

“Fine. But if I don’t like what I hear you’re both going to the Shadow Realm.” Yami slowly releases the brown haired boy causing him to double over as he coughs ands gasps for air.

“Thank you.” Alistar reaches out with one hand to rub Valon’s back.

“Come in.” Yugi stands aside to let the three enter, Yami’s and Bakura’s eyes never move from them.

“Don’t even look at my hikari or daughter.” Bakura growls as he watches everyone move into the living room.

“What’s going on here?” Marik quickly stands up off the sofa, his light violet eyes narrowing.

“Why are they here?” Seto wraps an arm tightly around his sleeping son while the other one reaches out to grab one of Joey’s hands.

“We don’t know yet. Here sit on the sofa.” Yugi motions to the now empty white sofa, before moving to stand in front of Yami.

“Thank you.” Alistar sits by the armrest and rearranges the small boy in his arms to sleep sideways in his lap.

“Daddy, who is that?” Asheru walks over to Yugi, his small hands tugging on the boy’s shorts.

“Ash, why don’t you, Lyca, and Kiya go play in the dinning room with your toys?”

“But daddy…”

“Go play in the dinning room.”

Asheru pouts before grabbing Lyca’s hand and pulling the slightly taller boy up to head towards the dining room. Ryou sits his daughter on the ground, kissing her head before watching her walk after the boys.

“Okay, I’ve got popco…What are they doing here? Why are they still alive? Where is my baby?” Malik’s light violet eyes frantically look around the living room.

“Don’t worry, Malik. Lyca is playing with the others in the dinning room.” Yugi says.

“Why are they here?”

“We don’t know. Explain.” Yami hisses through clenched teeth.

“We came here for two reasons actually. First, we were hoping that you knew of a doctor that would keep quite.” Valon looks up at the taller tri-colored haired yami.

“Why do you need a doctor?”

“Our son is sick.” Alistar gently rocks the sleeping boy in his arms.

“Your son?” Ryou asks with wide brown eyes.

“Yes. Since you guys got away Dratz decided to experiment with us. He took Alley without my knowledge and did the same thing to him that he did to you guys. I didn’t know at the time and before we knew it he was pregnant.” Valon places a hand on the red head’s knee.

“After Xan was born Dartz wanted to do all kinds of experiments on him. I refused. I mean the whole time I was pregnant all he did was poke and prod me with all kinds of needles and everything else he could think of. I didn’t want my son going through the same thing.” Alistar says.

“What did you do?” Joey asks.

“We ran. This hasn’t been that easy. We can’t settle down for long or he’ll find us. We haven’t been able to get actual drops because he always seems to find us. Xan has been sick for several days now and he needs some kind of medicine or something but we can’t register at any hospital because guess what…he’ll find us.” Valon runs a hand through his hair.

“We can call Jade to come take a look at him.” Yugi suggest as he moves toward the kitchen. “I’ll go call her.”

“Thank you.” Alistar watches the smaller boy go into the kitchen.

“You said you had two reasons for coming here.” Seto states.

“Yes. We also wanted to warn you that we think he might be coming back after you on his own. He has become totally obsessed with his male pregnancy experiments but he has no kids to look at. He is becoming desperate which means he is willing to come here and take the risk involved in trying to get a hold of at least one of your kids.” Alistar says.

“The last time we ran into him was about a month ago and he was not a happy guy. We saw him packing up a van with a lot of drugs that could possibly knock an elephant out along with several weapons. The good news is that he is working on his own.” Valon chuckles softly.

“Why should we believe you?” Malik asks.

“Because we have no reason to lie to you. We realize now what we did four years ago was very bad. Especially now that we have Xan. We wouldn’t want to loose him no matter what. That’s why we’re here, we didn’t just come to get Xan a doctor.” Alistar shakes his head.

“We’re here to help you fight off the insane ass.” Valon growls.

“Where is he now?” Marik asks in a growl.

“Don’t know. But he will probably be showing up here within the next couple of days or so.”

“If you hurt any of our lovers or childern you know what we will do to you, right?” Yami asks.

“Yes. We promise not to harm any of them.”

“Fine. But don’t make me regret letting you in that door.”

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“How old is the little guy?” A short girl with long forest green hair and bright blue eyes sits on the sofa with a small spiky red headed boy in her lap.

She bounces the giggling boy lightly on her lap until he starts coughing, she holds his head to her chest covered in a short, tight white tank top, her hand rubbing his back gently.

“Three.” Alistar’s gray eyes stay on his coughing son as he sits by the shorter girl.

“He is so cute.” Jade smiles as the boy’s blue eyes look up at her.

“Thanks.”

“Is he alright?” Valon asks from next to his lover.

“Yeah. He’s just suffering from a cold. He needs plenty of fluids and medicine which I’ll bring by tomorrow.”

“So it’s nothing serious.” Alistar smiles with a sigh.

“No. Just a common cold but since it wasn’t treated right away it got a little worse but he should be back to normal within a couple of days.”

“What did you say his name was?” Ryou asks from his position in the floor on the other side of the coffee table with Kiya in his arms.

“Xan, well, it’s actually Alexander Morgan.” Valon answers the white haired boy’s questions.

“So you guys have decided to join the side of good, huh?” Jade hands the small boy back over to the red head.

“Yeah. We don’t want Xan in any danger.” Alistar nods before kissing his son on the forehead.

“Are they gone yet?” Malik calls from the dinning room.

“No.” Yugi rolls his eyes as he sits in Yami’s lap on the white chair.

“He isn’t going to forgive us any time soon, is he?” Valon sighs.

“Why should he? He isn’t the only one that hasn’t forgiven you yet.” Yami’s narrowed dark purple eyes continue to stay at the two boys on the sofa.

“We know. And we don’t expect to be forgiven right away.” Alistar gently rocks his son in his arms.

“Do you have anywhere to stay?” Yugi asks.

“Kinda. We’ve been sleeping in our car for most of the last couple of years.” Valon answers.

“Well, that isn’t any good sleeping in a cold car at night with a sick baby. You’ll have to find somewhere warm to sleep tonight.” Jade reaches over to stroke Xan’s thick hair.

“We already have a full house here.” Ryou says he plays with Kiya’s hair.

“My place is being fumigated, I’m already staying at a friend’s house.” Jade says.

“Seto, you have plenty of room at the mansion, don’t you?” Yugi looks over at the tall brunette holding his sleeping son in his arms.

“I’m not sure I want them in my house with my family.” Seto’s ice blue eyes glance over at Joey beside him.

“You can sleep in one of the guest rooms upstairs as long as you promise not to hurt my son or Mokuba.” Joey says.

“Kaiba not included in that?” Valon raises an eyebrow.

“If you mess with him you’re taking your own life.”

“Good point.”

“You don’t have anything to worry about. We won’t hurt anyone, we promise. Thank you for letting us stay at your place.” Alistar gently knocks the spiky brown haired boy next to him on the thigh.

“I haven’t agreed to this yet.” Seto speaks up.

“Lets talk in the kitchen, dragon.” Joey gets up and heads into the kitchen, Seto sighing and following with their son in his arms.

“We don’t want to cause any problems.” The red head shakes his head.

“Don’t worry about it. I have a feeling you’re going to be spending the night at their place.” Yugi smiles.

“Mommy, I’m sleepy.” Kiya turns around in Ryou’s lap to pout up at him.

“You are? Then let’s get to bed.”

“Come here, princess.” Bakura moves from the wall by the television where he was leaning, bending down to pick up his daughter before waiting for Ryou to stand up.

“See you guys tomorrow. I think we’re going to turn in too.” Ryou waves to the group as he follows his yami and daughter up the stairs.

The trio walks down the hall to the last door on the left, opening it up to reveal light teal walls and white carpet. White curtains cover the two windows in the room, another closed door situated on the far side of the wall to the left of the door closed. A small twin bed sits with the head against the wall opposite the door, a white comforter with teal and orange dots covering it. Ryou walks over to a tall dresser in the corner of the room by the bed, opening one of the light wooden drawers and pulling out some clothes.

“You going to be a good girl and sleep all night tonight?” Bakura asks his daughter as he stands her up on the bed.

“I’ll try.”

“No, no, no. No shoes on the bed.” Ryou sighs, walking over to stand by his lover.

Kiya hops once before falling on her bottom on the bed, giggling as she reaches down to pull off her white sneakers. Bakura walks over to a toy chest by the right of the door, digging around in it before pulling out a small white bunny.

“Why is Bun-Bun in the toy chest?”

“I don’t need him. I’m a big girl.” Kiya smiles as he raises her arms, Ryou pulling her shirt over her head before replacing it with a long light purple shirt with small white Ks over it.

“You are, huh?” Bakura raises his eyebrows at his daughter as he moves back over to the bed.

“Yep.”

“Maybe you’re a big girl but don’t you think Bun-Bun will be afraid to sleep all by himself across the room?” Ryou asks as gently pushes his daughter back on the bed, removing her shorts before pulling up a pair of matching pants for her nightshirt.

“Maybe.” Kiya turns her head to look at the small bunny in her father’s hands. “Well, maybe I’ll sleep with him so he doesn’t get lonely.”

“I’m sure he thanks you.” Ryou smiles as he picks up his daughter’s dirty clothes and walks over to a basket in the corner by the closet door.

“Get up in bed, princess.” Bakura hands the bunny to the small girl before pulling the covers down, watching his daughter snuggle up to the pillow before covering her up.

“Daddy, who were those people downstairs?”

“Those are as…”

“People we met several years ago.” Ryou quickly moves behind his lover, popping the back of Bakura’s head before leaning down and kisses his daughter on her forehead.

“I didn’t brush my teeth.” Kiya yawns.

“You can skip tonight, sweetie.”

“Okay, but tomorrow morning I’ll brush them twice.”

“Okay.” Ryou chuckles. “You want the nightlight on?”

“No, I like the dark.”

“Me too, princess.” Bakura leans down, kissing Kiya on the cheek.

“Do you want the door open?” Ryou asks.

“No.”

“Alright. Good night, sweetheart.” The white haired hikari runs one of his hands through the little girl’s hair before moving toward the door.

“Night, princess.” Bakura follows his lover to the door.

“Night, night, mommy and daddy.” Kiya waves at the two in the door way before turning over and snuggling up under her covers.

Ryou smiles as he turns off the light and silently shuts the door as he moves out into the hall with Bakura.

“She is growing up too fast.” Ryou sighs.

“She’ll always be our little princess.” Bakura walks back down the hall to the first door on the left.

“I know but still. The boys still need a little light on and she always wants it completely dark.” Ryou pouts as he follows his lover into their room shutting the door behind him.

The large room is covered in burgundy wallpaper with thin black stripes running down it, the thick white carpet is plush under their bare feet. Bakura moves over to the queen sized bed covered in a dark red comforter, stripping his cloths on the way. Ryou rolls his light brown eyes as he follows behind his lover, picking up his discarded cloths and taking them to the laundry basket against the wall near a window with black curtains covered in dark red swirls.

“You could at least clean up after yourself.” Ryou sighs.

“Don’t want to.” Bakura sighs as he plops down on across the bed.

“I don’t know why I put up with you.” The white haired hikari stands by the basket as he takes off his shirt and shorts leaving him in a pair of loose white silk boxers.

“Cause you love me.” Dark brown eyes stare at the slim pale body of his lover as Ryou walks over to a dark wooden dresser on the other side of the room.

“I guess.”

Ryou digs through the drawers of the dresser looking for something to wear to bed, not noticing his yami sneaking up behind him until strong pale arms wrap around his bare waist causing him to jump slightly.

“Don’t do that.”

“You are so beautiful.” Bakura mumbles against Ryou’s neck as he kisses and licks the pale flesh.

“What are you doing?”

“Kissing my mate.” The taller of the two presses his nude body against the other.

“What happened to your boxers?” Ryou’s fingers grip the corners of the dresser.

“Took them off.” Bakura’s fingers work their way into Ryou’s boxers, slowly moving the silk material down the thin legs.

“Kura, don’t.”

“Why not?” The white haired yami continues to kiss his lover’s neck.

“Kiya isn’t asleep yet.” Ryou moans, his head falling back onto Bakura’s shoulder.

“She will be soon enough.”

As Bakura’s lips continue their journey along the side of Ryou’s neck, one of his hands reaches out to crack open the top drawer of the dresser enough to sneak his hand inside. He fumbles around blindly before his fingers wraps around a long tube, pulling it out he shuts the drawer, wrapping his arms around his hikari’s slim waist as he opens the tube.

“Kura…oh…” Ryou rubs his bottom back against his yami’s hard arousal, his fingers turning white on the edge of the dresser.

Bakura squeezes some of the lube onto his fingers before sitting the tube on the top of the dresser, his slick fingers moving around to rub against his lover’s puckered entrance. Ryou bites his lower lip to stop from moaning loudly as a pale finger slowly enters him, his head turning on Bakura’s shoulder to bite the yami’s ear lobe gently.

“Good boy. Keep quiet.” Bakura smirks as he slowly adds another finger, scissoring the two digits deep inside his lover’s trembling body.

Ryou thrust his hips back into Bakura’s fingers, his feet stepping out of his discarded boxers to spread, allowing his lover more room. Bakura’s lips suck and kiss along Ryou’s shoulder, his small fangs biting down gently into the pale flesh causing the white haired hikari to bite harder into Bakura’s ear lobe before pulling back.

“Kura…I need you.”

Smirking the white haired yami quickly removes his fingers from his lover’s entrance, coating his harden member with the remaining lube on his fingers, groaning at the feel of his own hand wrapped around his erection.

“Lean forward.” Bakura growls in Ryou’s ear, his dark brown eyes watching as the smaller boy does as he is told.

Ryou’s forehead rest on the top of the dresser as Bakura slowly slides his hard, thick, lube coated erection into his tight entrance. The smaller boy’s light brown eyes close tightly, Bakura’s firm hands gripping his slim hips to pull them back slightly, the yami stops moving his hips as he buries his member all the way inside his lover.

“Please, don’t go slow. Please, Kura.”

“If that’s what you want.

Bakura’s hips pull back until just the tip of his erection is inside his lover before slamming forward, the sound of his flesh hitting Ryou’s echoing off the walls along with his hikari’s moans and his grunts. Ryou’s head lifts up off the top of the dresser, his hips moving with Bakura’s earning him a small bite on the side of his neck.

“Keep that up and this won’t take long.”

“Good because I don’t think…oh…I can last much longer.”

Ryou pushes his backside further into Bakura as his lover’s thrusting picks up pace, his knuckles white from gripping the dresser so tightly. Bakura’s pale fingers dig gently into the smaller boy’s small hips, his head leaning down to rest on Ryou’s shoulder as he pumps himself in and out roughly.

“Kura…please…need you.”

One of Bakura’s hands slowly moves around Ryou’s hips, his long fingers circling around the smaller boy’s hard arousal. His other hand moves up to turn Ryou’s head toward his, their lips meet, tongues battling as muffled moans fill the room. Ryou’s fingers tighten on the dresser as his back arches, his essences spilling out of his jerking erection to cover Bakura’s hand and the dresser. Feeling his lover tighten around his pumping member causing the taller of the two to quickly follow behind Ryou, his seed spilling deep inside his hikari.

“Oh! Kura…ai shiteru.” Ryou sighs, slumping back against his lover, his fingers loosening on the dresser.

“I love you too, tenshi.” Bakura removes his hand from around his hikari’s member, bringing it up to lick the white substance off.

“Hope we didn’t make too much noise.”

“Don’t care if we did. Lean over.” Bakura gently pushes the smaller boy until Ryou is slumped over the dresser.

“What are you doing?” Light brown eyes look over a pale shoulder.

“Cleaning up.” Smirking, Bakura slowly moves out of his lover, sliding to the floor on his knees.

Bakura’s hands come up to cup Ryou’s bottom, spreading the pale round globes to reveal the small leaking entrance. Ryou gasps as warm breath blows over his entrance before a thick, wet tongue laps at the leaking liquid running out.

“Oh! Kura…what abo…oh…about the lu…lube?”

“Taste like chocolate.” Bakura says between licks.

Ryou moans loudly as his yami’s tongue slides inside his passage, his hands tighten once again on the dresser, his forehead pressing against the top as his toes curl up in the thick carpet. Bakura smirks, his tongue continuing to move gently in and out of his lover, his hands keep the globes of Ryou’s bottom parted.

“Ku…Kura…stop…”

“Why?”

“I’m…just…stop…too much…please.”

“You don’t let me have any fun.” Bakura pouts as he stands up, his arms wrapping around his lover as he kisses Ryou’s neck.

“Our daughter is in the next room and we have people downstairs, you know how loud I can be.” Ryou turns around in his lover’s arms.

“I like it when you scream.”

“Well, Kiya doesn’t need to hear that right now.”

“Fine.”

“But I did enjoy that.” Ryou smiles at his lover, kissing him gently on the lips before stepping away, bending down to pick up his boxers off the floor to wipe his seed from the dresser.

“Of course you enjoyed that.” Bakura reaches out to swat his lover’s bottom.

“Hey! No rough stuff.”

“But then where’s the fun?”

“You can be such an animal sometimes.” Ryou rolls his eyes.

“And you love me for it.” Bakura runs over to the bed, jumping on top of the dark red comforter and burying his head in one of the black silk pillows.

“What are you doing?”

“Going to sleep.”

“At least pull down the covers.” Ryou shakes his head as he drops his boxers into the laundry basket before moving over to the bed.

“Too tired and hot.” Bakura mumbles into his pillow.

“Well, I like sleeping under the covers.”

“So pull your side down.”

“You are…I can’t…just forget it.” Ryou sighs as he slips under the covers on his side of the bed, turning his back to his lover as he snuggles into the silk sheets.

“Night, tenshi.” Bakura slides across the top of the sheets, wrapping an arm around Ryou’s waist, his lips brushing against the smaller boy’s ear.

“Good night, Kura.”

TBC
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