Project: Destiny

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: Hey! I’ve missed you guys!! Finally I look up my (new) author page and find some of my stories there including P:D which still has 2 chapters left. So here is the next chapter. You’ll probably have to reread everything to remember what this is about but hey…here it is….

Oh, before I forget, during the moving I got talked into making a LiveJournal, so check it out. The address is above.


Project: Destiny Sequel
Chapter Six
by Ravenx

“Yami! Oh! No…stop…stop.” Yugi throws his head back on the pale blue pillow of his bed, his thin fingers wrapped tightly in the red comforter under him, his legs spread wide to give his lover room.

“Why?” Yami looks up his lover’s slim body, his own taller one lying between Yugi’s legs, his lips brushing against his hikari’s arousal as his fingers cease moving inside his tight entrance.

“I don’t want to…I’m so close…”

“That’s the point, chibi ichi.” Yami chuckles as he thrust his fingers back inside his lover.

“OH! Yami! Don’t…I want you inside of me….now…please…please…please.”

“I love it when you beg.”

Yami quickly removes his fingers from his lover’s entrance, his lips brushing softly over the curly hairs surrounding his hikari’s arousal before he moves up the small body, his dark purple eyes never leaving the lighter ones staring down at him. Yugi smiles widely as his legs wrap around Yami’s waist, his hands moving to thread through the thick spiky hair of his love as their lips meet in a passionate kiss.

Yugi’s moans echo off the sponged blue walls as Yami’s erection slowly slides inside him, his arms and legs tightening around his mate, his head moving to the side, his eyes squeezing shut.

“You alright?” Yami pants, his forehead resting on Yugi’s shoulder.

“Hold on for a second and I will be.”

“Make it a short second, please.”

“Why?” Yugi giggles.

“Can’t wait long. Need you now.”

“I know, I know, Ryou will be back from the store soon with Ash.”

“Do me a favor.” Yami slowly lifts his head to look down into his love’s bright eyes.

“What?”

“Don’t mention our son while I’m in this position.”

“Why not? This is the position that caused him.” Yugi’s giggles quickly turn to moans as Yami gently thrust inside of him.

The room is filled with the sounds of flesh gently slapping against flesh, and deep, lustful pants bounce off the walls as arms tighten around sweating bodies. Light purple eyes close in pleasure as Yugi bites his bottom lip, his fingernails digging into Yami’s back as he bucks up against his love’s downward thrusts.

“Oh! Yami…”

“I love you, chibi ichi.” Yami pants as he continues to piston in and out of his smaller hikari.

“I…oh…lo…love…you toooooo…oh…right there.”

“Where? Here?” Yami smirks as his hips quickly thrust forward, hitting the same spot inside his lover that causes Yugi to scream in pleasure before he leans down and covers the smaller boy’s lips with his own.

Yugi’s slim legs wrap tightly around Yami’s waist, his heels digging into the taller boy’s lower back as the two lovers continue to move as one.

“Shut up!” A sudden loud bang vibrates against the door, the two boys on the bed turn their heads toward the sound, their hips still moving.

“So…sorry, Bakuuuuura.” Yugi giggles.

“Go away, Robber.” Yami hisses at the door before turning his attention back to his lover.

“Yami! Oh…yes…yes.”

The tall boy smirks down at his lover as his hips piston in and out quickly, his knees digging into the bed, his fingers gripping the pillow on either side of Yugi’s head. Their lips met in a passionate kiss as Yugi’s trapped arousal explodes over their chests, his passage tightening around his lover’s erection causing Yami to release his seed deep within him.

“Oh! Yami…” Yugi pants as his arms loosen their hold around Yami, his legs relaxing around the slim waist of his lover.

“Have I told you I love you recently?”

“Yeah but you can tell me again.” The hikari giggles

“Well, I love you, chibi ichi.”

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“What’s with all the yelling?” Malik’s light violet eyes follow the white haired yami across the living room to the white chair closet to the kitchen. The pale blonde’s head lays in his yami’s lap, Marik’s tanned hand running through his soft locks as the larger boy flips the channels on the television.

“I tried to take a nap but those two are going at it like maniacs and screaming. That’s just something I don’t need or want to hear.” Bakura shudders as he props his bare feet up on the coffee table.

“They have some free time without the kids around, I’d be humping my baby too if I wasn’t so tired.”

“Again, something I don’t want to hear.”

“Would you two shut up? I’m trying to watch TV.” Marik growls.

“And what exactly are you watching? You’ve been flipping channels for an hour.” Malik reaches a hand up to run along Marik’s cheek.

“If I can’t have sex I don’t want to hear about it, okay.”

“Exactly.” Bakura agrees.

“Well, then why don’t you two go have some fun in the basement?” Malik suggests.

“Yuck!”

“I might be sick.”

“Then both of you shut up.” Malik looks toward the window by the television. “Is that Ryou?”

“I don’t know. Probably.” Bakura shrugs.

“Hope he got something good at the store.”

“Like some whip cream.” Marik winks down at his hikari.

“That sounds nice.”

“I’m still here.” The white haired boy growls, his dark brown eyes narrowing at the couple on the sofa.

“Daddy?” A voice calls out from the entranceway.

“I’m in here, chubby bear.” Malik turns to lie on his side, his head still resting on his lover’s thigh as a small pale blonde boy runs into the room and over to him.

“Hey daddy, poppy!” Lyca smiles as he leans over to kiss Malik on the cheek, giggling as he lifted up and brought to lie on the sofa in front of the pale blonde hikari.

“Did you have fun at the store?” Marik asks his son.

“Yeah!”

“Were you good for aunt Ryou?” Malik wraps his arms around the small boy.

“Yes.”

“Where’s my daddy and dada?”

The pale blonde family looks over to see a small tri-colored haired boy standing by the empty chair, a plastic bag filled with several loafs of bread hanging from one hand.

“Their upstairs, honey. They should be down in a while.” Malik smiles over to the small boy.

“Hopefully.” Bakura mumbles.

“Nobody worry about helping me with the bags.” Ryou sighs as he enters the living room with his arms filled with bags, his daughter walking behind him with her own arms full with two bags. “Come on, sweet pea. Let’s get this stuff to the kitchen.”

“Okay, mommy.”

The little girl smiles widely as she follows her father through the swinging door into the kitchen, Asheru slowly follows behind the pair, his light purple eyes looking down in his own bag. Malik kisses Lyca on the forehead as he snuggles up to the boy on the sofa, one of Marik’s arms laying over the pair, his fingers threading through his son’s long pale blonde hair.

“Oh, Bakura.” Ryou comes back out of the kitchen a few minutes later with the two kids behind him.

“Yeah, tenshi?” Dark brown eyes look up at his lover in time to see a pale hand reach out and smack the back of his head. “Ow!”

“Stop teaching our daughter how to steal.”

“What?”

“I got all the bags in the van, got all the kids buckled in and then I find out that our daughter stole a candy bar when no one was looking. I had to unfasten everyone and go back to give it to them.”

“I did it just the way you said to daddy.” Kiya smiles as she crawls up into Bakura’s lap, laying her head down on his chest.

“You did, huh?” The white haired yami smiles down at her before receiving another whack to the back of the head.

“Don’t encourage her! You are not teaching our daughter to steal.” Ryou hisses.

“She is the Princess of Thieves.” Bakura shrugs.

“I don’t care. She is not going to become a criminal.”

“Calm down, tenshi. I’ll talk to her later and make sure she won’t do it again.” Dark brown eyes roll toward the ceiling.

“But I like stealing. And I’m good at it.” Kiya smiles as she sticks her tongue out at Ryou.

“I don’t care. You’re not doing it again and don’t stick that out at me.” Ryou smiles as he reaches out to pinch the little girl’s nose lightly.

“Why not, mommy?”

“Because I said so. Kura, come on into the kitchen and put up the groceries.”

“What? Why me?” Bakura wraps his arms around his daughter. “I’m spending time with my little princess.”

“You can spend time with her later. This is your punishment for teaching her how to steal.”

“That sucks. Ow! What was that for?” The white haired yami rubs the back of his head as Ryou crosses his arms over his chest, glaring down at his lover.

“If she starts talking like you, you are in so much trouble.”

“You guys are just fun to watch.” Malik giggles from the sofa.

“Oh shut up.” Ryou wrinkles his nose up at the pale blonde before turning to look at the small tri-colored haired boy now sitting on the other side of the coffee table, a small red truck in his hands. “Where’s the other two?”

“Upstairs fu…” Marik begins only to have his mouth quickly covered by his hikari’s hand.

“Don’t you dare.” Malik turns his attention back to Ryou. “They’re upstairs. They should be down in a little.”

“Kura, go put up the groceries and don’t just throw the stuff in random cabinets, put it were it belongs. Come on, Kiya, we’ll go play with Ash until his parents get down here.” Ryou picks up his daughter from his lover’s lap, kicking Bakura’s feet off the coffee table as he moves over to sit on floor by Asheru, Kiya sitting inside his crossed legs.

“I don’t want to put away all that crap.” Bakura growls.

“I don’t care, go do it and don’t you dare growl at me.”

Bakura huffs as he stands up, stalking into the kitchen as he mumbles under his breath.

“Hey, Ash, you want to play?” Ryou asks the little boy.

“Yeah!” Asheru reaches under the table to pull out another truck before handing it to Kiya.

“How were the boys?” Malik asks.

“Great except when they decided it would be fun to play hide and seek with me in the store. As soon as I found one and went in search of the other, the one I just caught would go off and hide again.” Ryou sighs.

“No wonder it took you so long.”

“The next time I go to the store someone else is coming with me or I’m not taking any of the kids but my own. If she promises not to steal anymore.” Ryou kisses the top of his daughter’s head before stringing his fingers through her soft white locks.

“I promise, mommy.” Kiya smiles over her shoulder as she leans forward to roll the white truck around on the floor.

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“Why do I have to go again?” Marik whines as he stands in the doorway of his son’s room, a pair of tight black jeans wrapped around his muscular legs along with a form fitting white muscle shirt covering his chest.

“Because it’s Mokuba’s graduation and we all promised to go. Besides, it will only be for about an hour.” Malik sighs as he walks out of the closet in a pair of low riding, tan leather pants that hugs his slim legs, a sleeveless violet shirt wraps tightly around his small chest, an outline of a snake wrapping around his stomach in black.

“I don’t want to go.”

“I don’t care. You’re going. Arms up, chubby bear.” Malik smiles at his son who sits on the light purple sheeted bed, wearing a pair of white jeans, his bare feet hanging off the bed.

Lyca smiles as his arms rise over his head, Malik slipping a bright green and white striped shirt over his head before pulling his hair out from the neck.

“You look so cute, chubby bear.” The pale blonde hikari bends down to kiss his son’s head before reaching over to the bedside table to pick up a purple brush.

“I still don’t see why I have to go.” Marik pouts in the doorway as he watches his lover brush his son’s long pale blonde hair.

“Because he’s only graduating once and as his friends we’re going to be there to cheer for him.”

“When did I become the shrimp’s friend?”

“Since he started babysitting Lyca and the others whenever we all want some adult time alone. And don’t call him a shrimp, he has grown a lot over the past several years.” Malik finishes with his son’s hair, setting the brush back on the bedside table before turning to his lover. “Mm, you look good enough to eat.”

“I could say the same about you. You sure you can sit down in those tight pants?” Marik chuckles, his dark violet eyes watching his lover walk toward him.

“The pain is worth having my as…Ouch! Lyca I told you to put your toys back in your toy chest when you were done playing with them.” Malik hops up and down on one bare foot, his hands wrapping around his other foot.

“Sorry, daddy.” Lyca giggles as he jumps off his bed and picks up the large battery controlled car from the dark purple carpet before running over to his toy chest on the other side of the room and shoving it in.

“You alright?” Marik covers his mouth with a hand as he tries to stop his laughter.

“Don’t you dare laugh. That hurt.”

“I’m sorry, daddy.” Lyca comes back over, wrapping his arms around Malik’s leather clad leg holding him up.

“It’s alright, chubby bear, just remember next time to put your toys up.”

“I will.”

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“Dada, can I wear this?” Asheru walks out of the joint bathroom into his parent’s bedroom, an orange shirt in his hands.

“No, my little prince, your daddy already picked out your clothes. Come over here.” Yami sits on the red comforter covering his bed, a pair of tight black leather pants and an equally tight black tank top hugging his slim body.

“But I want to wear my favorite shirt.” Asheru pouts as he walks over to his father in a pair of black jeans and bare chest.

“You’re favorite shirt has a hole in the armpit you won’t let me fix so you aren’t going to wear it.” Yugi says as he steps out of the closet pulling a light blue, long sleeved shirt over his head, a pair of light blue jeans hugging his small legs.

“Please, dada.” The small boy turns his light purple eyes to his father, his lower lip sticking out.

“Listen to your daddy, baby.” Yami winks at his son, leaning down to kiss the spiky haired boy on the forehead.

“Go put on the shirt I laid out for you on your bed.” Yugi says as he moves over to his dresser, picking up a hair brush.

“Okay.” Asheru slowly makes his way back through the bathroom and into his room, his orange shirt dragging the floor behind him.

“Why can’t he wear his favorite shirt?” Yami asks his lover.

“Because it has a hole in it.”

“But its his favorite shirt.”

“Yami, you can’t give him everything he wants.”

“I know, but he is my little prince. I want to spoil him and let him do what he wants.” Yami sighs.

“Well, you can’t. By the time we get to the school, he’ll have forgotten all about his favorite shirt.”

“I guess you’re right.” Yami smiles as he stands up, moving to his lover’s side he leans down and kisses the short hikari passionately on the lips, his arms wrapping around Yugi’s slim waist.

“I’m always right. Haven’t you learned that by now?” Yugi giggles as he sits his brush back on the dresser, snuggling into his lover’s chest.

“When do we have to go?”

“Well, Mokuba is going with a friend to the school and Seto and Joey are coming by here with an extra long limo for us all to ride in. They should be here in a little while.”

“Are we coming straight home?”

“I don’t know, why?” Yugi’s light purple eyes look up at his yami.

“I thought maybe we could come home, tuck Ash into bed, and have some fun.” Yami winks down at his small lover.

“We’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Daddy, is Xan coming with us?” Asheru walks back into the room with a dark gray long sleeved shirt on, his small hands tugging at the hem of it.

“Yes, they are coming over with Uncle Seto and Uncle Joey.” Yugi chuckles as he looks at his son. “Honey, what did you do to your hair?”

“I couldn’t get it through the hole in my shirt.” Asheru pouts.

“Let’s go get your hair fixed, baby.” Yugi moves out of Yami’s arms, taking his son into the bathroom.

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“Mommy, why do I have to wear a dress?” Kiya crosses her arms over her chest, a long white dress with short sleeves trimmed in lace and a tiny belt of black ribbon tied around her waist covers her small form, a pair of white dress shoes on her little feet.

“Because you look so beautiful in a dress and you never wear one.” Ryou smiles from his sitting position on the sofa behind his daughter, a pair of loose black slacks and a long sleeved button up, burgundy silk shirt fitting his lean form.

“I don’t like wearing dresses. I want to wear pants.”

“You’ll only be in this for about an hour and then you can change, okay?” The hikari divides his daughter’s hair into three equal parts before beginning to braid her silky white locks.

“Did daddy say I have to wear a dress?”

“Yes.”

“No, he didn’t.” Kiya stamps her foot on the white carpet.

“He will when I tell him to.” Ryou’s thin fingers slide through his daughter’s hair as he weaves the groups together.

“Why can’t the boys wear a dress?”

“I think you know the answer to that, baby.”

“But Uncle Malik wore a skirt for Uncle Marik last Christmas.”

“That’s…different. And I thought I told you to forget about seeing that.” Ryou sighs.

“I tried but I can’t. It’s stuck in my head.”

“My poor baby. Okay, all done.” Ryou wraps his arms around his daughter, kissing her on the cheek. “You aren’t mad at me, are you?”

“No, mommy. I just don’t like wearing these things. They make me feel girly.” Kiya turns around in her father’s arms, her small arms wrapping around Ryou’s neck.

“I hate to break it to you baby, but you are a little girl.”

“But I don’t like wearing dresses.”

“I know but you live in a house filled with boys, I just want you to be a little girl every once in a while.” Ryou pulls back slightly from his daughter, looking into her light brown eyes shaped like her other father’s. “You understand?”

“I guess.” Kiya sighs as she leans up to kiss Ryou on the lips. “I love you, mommy.”

“I love you, baby girl.” Ryou smiles widely at the small girl before turning his head toward the door in the entranceway just as the doorbell rings. “That must be Uncle Seto and Uncle Joey with the others to pick us up.”

Ryou gets off the sofa, moving to the door, his light brown eyes looking over his shoulder to see Kiya hop up on the sofa, her small fingers playing with the bottom of her dress. Smiling the white haired hikari opens the door to reveal a tall teal haired man in a pale blue suit, one gold and one teal eye stare down at the smaller boy.

“Can I help you?” Ryou asks.

“Yes, actually, you can. You could stand aside like a good little boy and let me have the kids or you can put up a fight but I don’t think that would be wise.” The tall man pulls a small black gun from behind his back.

“Wh…who are you?”

“I’m the one that gave you your precious little daughter and I’m about to be the one to take her back.” The man slowly steps into the house.

“No, stay back. Ku…” Ryou tries to call to his lover only to be thrown back from the door, his back connecting with the railing on the stairs, his head snapping back as he falls to the ground with a thud, his light brown eyes closing as darkness surrounds him.

TBC
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