I Give My Heart To You

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein or the Rolex watch company.

WARNINGS*** This story contains Yaoi (men having sex with men) as well as shouenen-ai (male/ male relationships). It also contains male/ female sex and relationships with references to female/ female sex and relationships, (a little something for everyone) sweg, vg, violence, references to rape, guns and all sorts of other facts of life people find offensive. If you are offended by any of these things or simply do not like to read about it then leave now; you have been warned and read at your own risk.


CHAPTER WARNING**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A MURDER, A DREAM SEQUENCE OF A RAPE AND A TRISTAN/SETO LEMON**

Authors notes
“indicates normal speech of course”
[Ryou’s thoughts to himself or Bakura]
[[Bakura’s thoughts to himself or to Ryou]]
Dream sequences
*Person on the other end of the phone*
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’


MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 4

Amara clung to Ryou as if he was her lifeline.

“Amara,” he shook her gently. “Amara.” She blinked at him. “Do you remember anyone suspicious who could have taken her?”

“T-There was a c-couple,” Ryou’s eyes glazed slightly. “They w-were sitting b-by us.”

“Describe them.”

“Wha...”

“Describe them; I’ll tell Bakura through our link.” She nodded, understanding.

“Both looked late thirty, nice clothes, jewelry.” Amara prayed her memory would cooperate. “The woman was short but wore high heels. A navy blue skirt suit with a cream colored blouse. Sunglasses and brown hair. A black satchel like bag. The man had a black overcoat on and grey slacks. A Rolex watch and he was bald. He wears glasses; he had those red marks on each side of his nose. And gloves... black gloves.”

Ryou was silent, sending the descriptions to his yami. “Did one of them wear perfume or cologne?”

She nodded. “The woman. I think.”

“Bakura found a trail of perfume, leading away from the stroller. He will find her.”

Amara wad asd as he picked up the phone, punching buttons.

“Yugi,” Ryou passed on the formalities. “Kira is missing.”

*WHAT!!*

“Listen, call Joey and Tristan. Help Bakura search the park.”

*We’ll leave now. How’s Amara?*

“Not so good. She’s with me. Take your cell phone; call my house if you find anything.”

*Right.*

Ryou chewed on the phone’s antenna; deep in thought. “Seto!” He snapped. “Seto can send his entire security force out searching. Do you have his office number at Kaiba Corp?”

Amara shook her head, “It’s programmed in my cell phone. I think.”

“Where’s that?” he asked gently.

“Stroller.”

“Let’s go call him.”

They found the stroller, untouched where Amara had left it. Ryou quickly scrolled through the numbers and called Seto.

He couldn’t get past the CEO’s secretary. The idiot woman kept insisting he was in a closed meeting and she had not been informed of anyone named Amara or Ryou to be patched through in case of emergency.

He snapped the phone closed in frustration, only to open it again, punching buttons frantically. “Yugi. No, nothing yet. Look, have Yami go to Kaiba Corp and tell Seto. His bloody bitch of a secretary wouldn’t let me talk to him.”

Amara sstarstaring blankly at the empty stroller, crying silently. Ryou knelt in front of her. “Yami will tell Seto.” He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, “We need to get back to the house. They will ctherthere when they find her.”

“If they find her.” She sounded so desperate.

“Amara, listen to me. If anyone can find Kira, it’s Bakura. He’s the best at what he does; no one has ever gotten away from him. Seto will have half the city looking for her as soon as he knows. She will come home to you.”

The white haired teen had given her a small ray of hope with his unwavering belief, Amara smiled thankfully at him.

Walking back to the house, Ryou sent out a silent plea, [Please, whatever forces that may be listening, return this child to her mother.]

He was surprised to get a response.

[[I will hikari.]]

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Bakura raced to the park. He was beyond mad. How dare some Ra forsaken mortal steal from him, the King of Thieves. He brought the mother and child here. They were his, until he decided otherwise. Whoever had the child would die, slowly, painfully, and bloody.

He saw the abandoned stroller. Mother and child’s scents clinging to it, as well as the stink of the Pharaoh’s household. He also detected two others nearby, very faint mixed with the cloying smell of perfume.
Bak
Bakura could successfully track a lone camel across the desert after a sandstorm 5000 years ago; he had kept his skills sharp. He followed the faint scent past the playground, onto a dirt path leading into the woods. He smirked, their trail became as plain as day. Broken twigs, crushed leaves and grasses all reeking of perfume screamed, “This way.” to his trained eye.

He broke into a slow run. He knew this path well from his hikari’s wanderings.

“BAKURA!”

He snarled in anger, what idiot dare disturb his hunt?

“Anything yet?” It was his light’s blond friend. hookhook his head. The blond ran past, following a different trail.

Bakura was impressed with his light; the boy was handling the situation well for a weakling.

He checked to see how Amara was doing. He saw her, through his light’s eyes, crying in Ryou’s arms. His anger flared. He wondered if he should cut their tongues out before he killed them or let them scream.

Bakura burst from the trees onto a sidewalk. He was on the bad side of Domino City, the slums. Looking left, there was nothing but trash and a few drunks passed out or dead in the gutter. Looking right, he saw a car, with driver inside. A man getting in and a woman, holding a screaming baby, wearing a navy blue suit. All three were in a hurry.

An evil grin spread across his face, the hunter had found his prey.

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Yami walked through the doors of Kaiba Corp as if he owned it. Anyone preventing him from his goal of reaching Kaiba would feel the wrath of Pharaoh enraged.

He had become quite fond of the missing child and her mother in tew hew hours they had been at the game shop, and by Ra he didn’t care what Seto’s orders were. The CEO would help find them. He could then go back to his Ra damned meeting, if he still resided in the mortal world.

Scanning the building’s directory, Yami found the location of Seto’s office. He stepped inside the elevator, commanding the attendant to take him to his desired destination. The man hurriedly complied, fearful of the short man who so reminded his of his employer.

The woman sitting behind a desk, watched Yami approach from the end of the hall. By the look on her face, Seto had few visitors.

“Can I help you sir?”

“I will see Kaiba. Now.” Yami felt a certain amount of pleasure, seeing fear flicker in the woman’s eyes.

“He... um...is in a-a...um... c-closed meeting.”

“Where?” She sat frozen under the glare of the crimson eyed duelist. “I asked you a question, mortal woman.”

She pointed a shaking finger at a door.

Seto looked up, ready to tear into whoever was stupid enough to disturb him during a meeting. He wakenaken aback, seeing Yami standing in the doorway.

Past Pharaoh and former high priest locked gazes. “Kira has been stolen from her mother.”

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With panther like stealth, Bakura rushed the car. He grabbed the man, throwing him to the cement while stabbing the woman between her ribs, angling the blade up, puncturing her lung.

He caught Kira before she fell, “Can’t have you getting hurt, little flower.” He gently laid her in the soft grass, out of harm’s way.

The man took off, running for his very life. The woman laid on the ground, gasping for breath, no threat. The driver, having a burst of intelligence, was peeling away. With an expert flick of the wrist, Bakura sent the bloody dagger sailing towards the fleeing man, catching him in the back of the neck. He fell, unmoving.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he grinned at the woman.

He pulled his dagger from the man’s neck, flipping him over with his foot. Bakura felt a rush of satisfaction, as well as disappointment. He sauntered back to the woman. “Your friend is dead. Good riddance,” with a wave of his hand the body vanished in a swirl of black and purple smoke. “I’ll just have to get all my fun out of you.”

The woman’s face became a mask of fear.“You“You wanted to steal a baby.” Bakura slowly licked the blood from his dagger. “You did.” He drew the tip of his dagger across her pale cheek, leaving a thin red line. “Your only mistake was taking one I laid claim to first.” He gave her a matching mark on the opposite side. “No one takes what’s mine.” He trailed the sharp blade across her neck, cutting deep, missing arteries and veins. “No one,” he purred silkily.

He turned; listening to Kira’s frantic screaming. She sounded scared and hungry. “You are very lucky; returning the child means more to me than torturing you.”

The woman was trying to drag herself away from the murderous fiend, leaving a bloody trail in her wake. “Now, now. We can’t have that.” He slowly approached her, a feral grin on his face. “What is it you mortals say? If you do the crime...” He knelt beside her, licking her blood from his blade. “You’reetereter than your friend. High blood sugar?”

He plunged the blade under her breast bone, sinking it in to the hilt, slowly pulling it down. “You have to do the time?” The sharp blade sliced through cloth, skin, and muscle with equal ease. “I never understood that.” He wiped the blade clean on the woman’s skirt, watching her entrails ooze from the opening. “Now let’s reunite you with your friend.” She vanished to the Shadow Realm.

Bakura looked around for possible witnesses. The only new person in sight was a junkie, sitting on the steps of a dilapidated building, shooting up.

Picking Kira up, he noticed the infant shivering. Taking off his shirt, Bakura wrapped her in the warm cloth. He took off at a full run back through the park, sending the good news to Ryou via mind link.
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Ryou set a fresh cup of tea in front of Amara. She had let the last two cups get cold.

She turned red rimmed eyes to the white haired teen, “She’s gone. I know she is.” She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, rocking, letting the tears fall.

Not knowing what to say to comfort the young mother, Ryou pulled her against his chest, stroking her hair, offering her what little comfort he could while fighting back his own tears. “Don’t give u...” he trailed off; eyes glazing over. After the brief message from Bakura, Ryou took Amara’s face in his hands. “Bakura has her and is on his way back now.”

“He found her?” she whispered, in disbelief. Ryou nodded, grinning. With a cry, Amara threw herself into his arms, knocking them to the floor, nearly hysterical with relief.

Bakura burst through the door just as Ryou hung up the phone, having passed the news of the child’s discovery along to the other searchers. “She’s cold, scared, hungry, and I can’t get her to stop screaming.”

“Strip her to her diaper,” Amara ordered, opening her blouse. She took the near naked child from Bakura, pressing her to her bare chest. The baby began nursing immediately. Ryou draped his shirt over mother and child in an attempt to hold in more body heat. Amara grasped his arm, giving it a grateful squeeze.

Bakura thankfully took the cup of coffee handed him by his light. As he was taking his first sip, the door flew open again, Tristan, Joey, and Yugi charging in. Seto and Yami close on their he Yug Yugi was on the phone to his grandfather, reassuring the old man Kira was once again safe.

Seto sat down beside Amara, “What happened?” He asked calmly.

“Someone snatched Kira from her stroller. Bakura got her back.” She looked at the former tomb robber with pure admiration.

Seto took his cell phone from his pocket, “Stand down.”

Everyone had an air of celebration. Chips and sodas appeared, and soon everyone was laughing and joking in relief. Everyone except Seto.

He watched Amara as she fed Kira. Love for her child shining on her face, but still tinged with fear. He looked up, finding Bakura also watching the pair, a thoughtful expression on his face. Hard chocolate eyes locked with icy blue ones. With a small nod, Seto acknowledged what the thief had done, also expressing his gratitude. Bakura and the powerful CEO reached a mutual understanding at that moment in regards to the infant girl and her mother.

Seto waited patiently for Amara to calm down enough to return to the mansion, but only on the outside. Inside he was in chaos. He didn’t want to think about how close they had come to losing the child. He had grown quite attached to her, and her mother. He wanted to keep them safe, show them off, shower them with gifts. They had come to mean as much to him as Mokuba.

He was furious with himself for not protecting Kira in the first place. They lived in his house and were therefore his responsibility. He had willingly accepted that, only to fail them. Not just once but twice. He should have personally seen to the return of the child, not have been sitting on his ass in a meeting. He had not just been ineffective but useless.

He had failed.

Seto Kaiba was not allowed to fail.

Failure meant punishment.

Seto didn’t notice he was staring at Tristan until his mind registered the concern in his hazel eyes. Seto held his gaze.

With a soft sigh, Tristan nodded. He knew Seto would want to be with someone tonight. With the turmoil of the past few hours, he would have been surprised if the CEO hadn’t made his silent request.

The limo driver loaded the stroller then held the door patiently as Amara strapped Kira into her car seat. Before getting in the car, she walked up to Bakura and surprised the white haired yami by embracing him. Everyone held their breaths; they all knew the thief did not welcome being touched, by anyone.

“I can never thank you enough Bakura,” she whispered. “Without you, I would have died.”

She released him to kiss Ryou on the cheek, thanking him as well.

Bakura stood, watching the limo drive away, Amara’s words ringing in his ears.

“Without you, I would have died.”

“Without you to save me, I would have died.”

“Without you to save me, brother, I would have died.”

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“Computer, security lock down, level 5.” Seto was barking orders even before he came through the door.

Mokuba came running down the stairs, Tessa, followed by Andrew coming in from the kitchen. “Sir, what has happened?” Andrew asked.

“There was an attempted abduction of Kira.”

“Is she okay big brother?” Mokuba’s eyes went wide.

“The poor child,” Tessa wrapped an arm around Amara, holding the young mother close. “Let’s get the little angel upstairs and make sure she is tended to properly.” She whisked mother and child upstairs, calling out for Andrew to put some co on. on.

“Kira is fine Mokuba. Bakura found her.” Seto reassured, ruffling the shaggy black hair.

“I hope he killed the bastard.”

“Mokuba!” Seto and Tristan were both stunned by the boy’s choice of words.

“Well, I do,” he was not the least bit contrite.

“I must agree with young master Kaiba,” Seto looked at his butler. “To steal a child from their parent is most vile.” Seto was seeing a new side to his employee tonight. “Are there any further instructions, sir?”

“All packages and mail are to be checked until I determine how extensive this attempt is.”

With a nod, the man left to start coffee per his wife’s request.

Upstairs, Tessa had drawn a bath for Kira and was currently helping Amara ready the child for bed. Without knocking, Seto walked in.

“How is ” he” he asked, sitting on the bed.

Amara looked from Seto to Tristan leaning on the door jamb. “She’s fine. She was just cold and hungry.”

“How are you?” he gently brushed a strand of soft red hair behind her ear.

“I’ve been better,” she admitted.

“I’ve raised the mansion’s security. No one will be getting in here without me knowing.” Amara sighed and nodded, still obviously worried.

Unsure of what to do, Seto left, going across the hall to his room, Tristan following close behind. Once inside, Seto went directly to the bathroom, leaving the shorter brunet wondering.

Tristan ran his hand over the back of his neck. If the way Seto was acting was any indication, tonight would be hard for the proud CEO. He toed his shoes off then stuffed his socks inside. He was Seto’s friend, even if the distant teen didn’t feel the same way. He fully intended to help the troubled man however he could. But his efforts, all of their efforts seemed to only make matters worse.

Seto came back into the room, wearing a green robe. He sat in a chair by the window, fingers steepled, waiting.

‘Here we go,’ Tristan thought.

He silently walked over to trail his fingers lightly along the back of Seto’s neck. He shuddered at the touch. Tristan moved his hand along Seto’s arm, taking the clasped hands in his, as he moved to kneel before the young billionaire.

“You need me?” Seto nodded. “Come here.” He pulled the taller teen to his feet, leading him by the hand to the large bed.

Tristan pulled down the blankets before pushing Seto to sit on the silk sheetsait ait for me here,” he said softly.

Making certain Seto could not see him, Tristan stripped down to his boxers. He placed a bottle of massage oil on the bedside table then crawled across the bed, settling behind the taller man. He slipped the silk robe from Seto’s pale shoulders and began to lightly massage tense muscles.

“You’re knotted from all the stress.” Tristan poured some oil into the palm of his hand then added more. He worked the oil into his roughened palms, softening the many calluses.

He teasingly trailed his thumbs up Seto’s spine then wrapped his fingers over the knotted shoulders. He began to firmly knead the taut muscles. After a few moments, they began to loosen.

Tristan placed two fingers at the base of Seto’s head, pushing lightly. He bent foreword, giving Tristan’s skilled fingers easier access to the back of his neck.

The light massage wasn’t relaxing Seto like it usually did. Tristan gently cupped his chin with two fingers and turned his face to look into the troubled azure eyes. “Go lie down on your stomach, baby.” He lightly kissed Seto’s lips. “You’re too tense.”

Seto obeyed. Tristan straddled his waist, continuing to work the tension away. As he moved over the well formed back, Tristan’s touch went from one of firm kneading to light teasing. He worked the oil into Seto’s skin until it took on a glowing sheen.

Tristan brushed his fingertips along the waistband of Seto’s boxers. “Time to loose these,” he murmured.

Seto lifted his waist, ready to pull his knees up, to assume the most submissive of sexual positions. Tristan’s hand pressed gently but firmly into the small of his back, stopping him. “You will never be in that position with me. Never.” He pressed a kiss to a slender hip, just above the waistband. “Seto, you mean more to me than that.” He pulled the thin material down, tossing them aside.

After warming more oil, Tristan began to massage lon long, well toned legs. He pressed his thumbs into the various nerve bundles, sending small pleasurable shock waves through the brunet’s body. He leaned over, “Turn,” his breath on Seto’s neck making him tremble.

Seto obeyed. Tristan once again straddled his waist after ridding himself of his boxers. Massaging his chest, Tristan’s teasing fingers began to arouse the man beneath him.

Tristan moved lower. He massaged the heated skin around the base of Seto’s hardening manhood, using his thumbs to stimulate the sensitive underside. His ministrations wringing soft moans from the panting teen. Slick hands slid up Seto’s sides, grasping his arms. Tristan pulled the brunet into a sitting position, brushing damp cinnamon locks aside; he gently kissed the sweaty brow.

He eased in behind the taller man, “Lean back.” He wrapped his arms around Seto’s waist, pulling him closer than the teen would have moved on his own. Tristan leaned back into the many pillows at the head of the bed, Seto resisted the gentle pull.

“Relax, baby. Lean back on me,” with gentle pressure, Tristan eased Seto down against his chest. “I’m going to hold you tonight.” He brushed his lips over the sensitive spot below Seto’s ear. “It’ll feel good, if you let it.”

He positioned Seto’s legs over his own, raising his knees, opening the taller brunet to his questing hands. Tristan wrapped his hand around steely flesh, softly caressing. Seto groaned, fisting the sheets.

Tristan nipped gently at the juncture of neck and shoulder. “You can touch me too, Seto.” He suckled at the small mark left by his teeth, gaining a moan as Seto moved his head for better access. “You can do whatever you want.” A tender kiss on the shoulder. “You can touch me.” A nip. “Kiss me.” A light flick of the tongue. “Stroke me.” A kiss. “Do whatever feels right for you.”

Seto whimpered, as Tristan firmly pumped him. His hands curled under Tristan’s thighs, fingertips lightly stroking.

“That feels so good, baby.” Tristan murmured. “Am I making you feel good?”

“Yes.” Seto moaned.

Tristan let his free hand ghost over Seto’s chest, his blunt nails lightly scrapping across his nipple. Seto moaned, arching his back pressing hard against Tristan’s body.

Tristan rubbed his thumb over the slick head, pressing down along the weeping slit. “I want you to come for me baby,” he gently rolled a hardened bud between his finger and thumb.

Tristan leisurely stroked the rigid shaft, gently squeezing the base before sliding up. Seto was panting, his hands clutching at Tristan’s muscled thighs.

Tristan suckled at Seto’s neck as he increased the speed of his strokes. Seto cried out at the increased friction, arching up, thrusting into Tristan’s hand.

He licked ato’sto’s lobe, “Don’t fight it.” Seto gripped harder on Tristan’s thighs, fighting against his release. “Come for me, baby.” Tristan exhaled over the dampness left by his tongue. Seto’s body tensed as he neared the precipice. “It’s okay to let go.” Tristan rolled a pebble hard nipple between his fingers, pinching lightly. Seto cried out, releasing over Tristan’s hand.

Seto went limp, gasping for air. Tristan kissed him tenderly then eased him onto the bed. He lay close to the exhausted teen, stroking his side.

“What do you want, Seto?” Tristan murmured.

The tall brunet swallowed hard. “You.”

“You have me. I’m right here.”

“Inside ...me. Loving me.” Seto’s azure eyes were pleading.

“I will, since it’s what you want.” Tristan poured more oil into his palm, coating his fingers. With gently pressure, he spread Seto’s legs, settling between them. Resting his head on Seto’s thigh, Tristan caressed the smooth inner skin as he probed the velvety opening with a slick finger.

Seto tensed at the light touch. “It’s only me,” Tristan pressed his lips to the sweet tasting flesh. “I’m not going to hurt you.” With a sigh, Seto willed his body to relax.

Tristan further distracted Seto from the discomfort by cupping him, massaging his twin globes. The teen fisted the sheets, moaning.

Once he felt Seto relax into the pleasing sensations, Tristan slipped in another finger, holding still before moving.h grh great care he scissored his fingers, making room for a third. He added oil onto his third finger then pressed them deep into the silken inferno.

Seto gave a loud throaty moan, bucking against Tristan’s hand. “That’s it, let go. Don’t fight what you’re feeling.”

Tristan curled his fingers, pressing deeper into the tight channel, brushing against the spot he was searching for. Seto arched as his vision went white with pleasure. Tristan backed off slightly then pressed into the nerve bundle again.

Tristan continued stroking Seto from the inside until the billionaire was trembling in need, moaning incoherently. Tristan pulled away, smiling at Seto’s whines of protest.

“Patience. I’m not finished yet,” Tristan smirked, trailing his finger from base to tip of Seto’s arousal. “I never leave you in need, baby.”

Seto watched through a pleasure induced haze, as Tristan slicked up his quivering manhood, positioning himself. He pressed firmly but genat Sat Seto’s entrance, slowly easing himself into the tight heat.

Seto clenched the bed sheets beneath him, biting his lip to keep from screaming. “Don’t fight me, baby.” Tristan moved his hand in small soothing circles over Seto’s stomach. “Relax. The pain will go.”

Tristan couldn’t figure out why the tall brunet always caused himself so much pain by tensing up. He decided to try another tactic, moving his hands to caress the sensitive skin at the juncture of leg and hip. “Trust me not to hurt you,” He murmured.

Finally, with a shuddering sigh, Seto eased back into the softness beneath him, nodding for Tristan to move.

Tristan pulled back, slowly thrusting back in. He continued caressing Seto’s skin, urging him to relax. Holding the leisurely pace, Tristan tried to coax Seto to move with him. He bent over, nipping Seto’s chest. With a cry, he arched up seeking more contact. Then they were moving together in perfect sync.

Tristan enjoyed the feel of the taller man beneath him, but knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Determined to bring Seto to completion first, Tristan slipped his arms behind Seto’s back, pulling him up. He rest atop Tristan’s thighs, supported by his arms. Thanghange in position made each thrust reach deeper into Seto’s body, heightening the pleasure felt by both lovers.

Seto grabbed onto Tristan’s shoulders, his nails biting deep when his prostate was hit dead on.

Tristan slid his hand between their bodies, grasping Seto throbbing manhood, stroked him while continually brushing against that bundle of nerves.

Seto was soon crying out with each thrust as his body rushed towards release. Tristan leaned in, planting kisses over Seto’s face and neck.

“I-I’m...go-going...” Seto panted.

“Let go baby. Come for me.” Tristan whispered.

Seto screamed as he released, violently. His inner walls clamped down on Tristan, sending him plunging over the edge as well. Seto swayed in Tristan’s arms, barely holding onto consciousness.

Tristan wrapped his arms tightly around the taller brunet as they both came down from the ecstasy of climax. He gently laid Seto down to the bed, cradling him to his chest, waiting patiently for him to speak.

“Thank you.”

“Seto, what’s wrong? You haven’t fought me this hard since the beginning.” Tristan trailed his fingertips over Seto’s cooling skin.

“I let them down.”

“Who? Amara and Kira?”

“Yes. Just like I have Mokuba so many times before.” Seto’s voice was barely a whisper.

“There was nothing you could do, Seto. You were in a meeting and your secretary wouldn’t let Ryou talk to you.”

“That will be remedied tomorrow,” he growled.

Tristan turned to look Seto in the eye. “Let it go, baby. It was beyond your control...”

“Nothing is beyond MY control.”

“Apparently not, because how long has this been going on and you are still struggling with it?”

Seto tried to pull away only to have Tristan tighten his hold. “No, Seto. You are going to listen to me. Unlike Joey, I know what to say. Unlike Yugi, I’ll make you listen, and unlike Yami, I don’t have someone telling me to stop being a prick.”

Defeated, Seto stopped struggling.

“You are our friend. We care for you just as strongly as we do each other and Mokuba. You need to find a better way to get beyond this because, this isn’t helping you.”

Seto saw the worry in Tristan’s hazel eyes. “I don’t trust anyone else with this.”

Tristan held him close. “We’re here for you, Seto but this isn’t helping.”

“I know.” The tall brunet pulled from Tristan’s comforting embrace. “I’ll walk you down and have security let you out.”

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Amara stood by the patio door, her eyes fixated on the nursery monitor. She heard Seto stop at the living room doorway on his way back from seeing Tristan out.

“Amara?” He turned on a lamp, walking up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

His gentle touch shattered her fragile control. She began to cry.

Seto pulled her against him, letting her cry into his chest. He stroked her hair, getting lost in the scent of lavender and mint.

“Amara, what’s wrong?”

She sniffed, “I can sleep...” her voice was muffled against his chest. “I keep seeing that damn empty stroller and I think she’s gone.”

“Shhh...” Seto murmured, kissing her hair. “I won’t fail you again. Kira is safe and will be safe as long as you are here. I promise you.”

Amara pulled back, looking into his eyes. “You didn’t fail me. I failed Kira.”

Seto sighed. “Don’t dwell on it now. You’re still shaken.” He cupped her face in his hands, running his thumbs along her cheekbones. “You both are safe, here, with me.” He leaned in pressing lip lips to hers.

Without a thought, Seto lightly flicked his tongue over her upper lip. He was surprised when Amara’s mouth parted, granting him access. He never deepened the kiss; instead he simply explored. He traced along her teeth, and caressed the roof of her mouth. He lightly ran his tongue over hers before delving deeper.

Seto was again surprised when Amara lightly ran the tip of her tongue along the bottom of his. Regretfully, he broke away, gasping for air.

Seto searched her eyes, looking for something but not knowing what. He took her silence as displeasure at his kiss. “I’m...”

Amara cut him off, placing her fingers to his lips. “Don’t. Don’t be sorry. Not right now.” She leaned her head against his chest, her ear over his heart. “Be sorry tomorrow if you have to, but I don’t think I can take it if you are tonight.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Because I’m not.”

Seto couldn’t help thinking how good she tasted or how well their bodies fit together as he held her in his arms. But as much as he enjoyed holding her, he knew she was vulnerable right now and needed sleep. “Let’s get you to bed,” Amara started to protest. “I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.”

Tucked safely under his arm, Amara let Seto lead her upstairs. He pulled back the blankets, gently tucking her in. He sat beside her on the bed, stroking her hair until she fell into a deep sleep.

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Darkness.
Hurry.
Lightening in the distance. Storm coming.
Faster. Run.
She falls.
Hands grab, dragging her.
Not again!
The darkness deepens.
Struggle! Scream! Get Away!
“Quiet!”
Pain! Her face burns.
Struggle.
Fingers bite into her arms.
Her shirt tears.
Get away!
“Be still!”
Pain! Her stomach...
Teeth bite her breast.
Pain!
Warm wetness drips down her chest.
Fight!
She kicks out.
Two points of blue?
Free!
Run to the blue!
Run!
Blue is safety!
Pain! Hands grab her hair.
She hits a wall.
Can’t breath!
Pain!
Her jeans tear.
She hits the ground.
It moved!
Pain!
Crawl away!
Blue coming closer?
Weight pressing her down.
NO!
PAIN!
She screams.
“Shut up!”
Pain! Her face!
Wetness on her cheek.
Burning pain! All through her body!
Hot fluid spurts into her.
NO!
Pain! She is kicked.
Alone.
He...
NO!
Realization.
I was...
Blue all around.
Warm comfortinge.
e.
Surrounding me?
I’m safe inside the blue.

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Amara snapped awake. For several seconds, she couldn’t remember where she was. ‘Kira! Where’s Kira?!’ Amara jumped from the bed, hurrying to the crib in the corner. Kira was sleeping on her back, happily sucking her pacifier.

With a sigh of relief, she turned back to the bed. Seto was sprawled out in an over stuffed chair, sound asleep. Amara smiled, covering him with a blanket from the bed.

“Thank you,” she whispered, lightly kissing his cheek.

Feeling secure, Amara snuggled back into the warmth of her bed. She never noticed the piercing azure eyes watching her.

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“Report.”

The man in the suit fidgeted. He knew his boss would not be happy with his report. “Sir, the recovery attempt failed.”

There was the unmistakable soun gla glass shattering. “Explain!”

He had been right, the boss was not happy. “Sir, there was interference.”

“Who?”

“A white haired man attacked the operatives, sir.”

“Where are they?”

“The whereabouts of operatives two and three are unknown, sir.”

“And one?”

“Operative 1 left the country and should be removed from your employ in 13.6 minutes, sir.”

‘Find two and three and terminate their employ as well.”

“Yes sir.”

“Continue with the recovery atts.”ts.”

“Yes sir.”

“Dismissed.”

After the man in the suit left, his employer turned to stare into the darkest corner of the room. Two red, glowing, pin points of light suddenly appeared.

“Patience. We still have four months to recover your vessel.”

The lights disappeared as the man turned back to the window.

TBC

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