Chibi Madness

Chibi Madness by Dragonwrangler

Warning this chapter- start of lemon scene (MahadoxMagician of Dark Chaos), language

Chapter Five

Mahado ran into the hall, a little disoriented and surprised at how far he had allowed Chaos to drag him, and quickly swung back into his room. Inside he found his Shadow Ghoul taking a defensive position between a surprised Pharaoh and Akunadin.

Taking a step away from the monster in front of him Akunadin swung around, a scowl on his face, just as Chaos stepped in the room. Looking at the shirtless magician a moment, Akunadin finally turned his gaze on Mahado, his single eye narrowing. “You left Pharaoh alone to go off with that?” Akunadin shouted. “What are you thinking Mahado?”

Mahado stared at Akunadin. Now that he was in the room, he was trying to figure out exactly what he was thinking. Something in what Chaos said had fallen into place in his mind but he was having a little trouble accepting the line of thought that had come out.

Only someone close to Pharaoh and someone who knew the ways of his guards, the magician had said. However, there was more to it than that. It also had to be someone Seth trusted as well. Otherwise, he would have awakened as soon as someone was close to the bed no matter what condition he was in.

But why did he assume it was Akunadin?

A little confused by his thoughts, Mahado continued to stare as Akunadin took a step towards him, his face full of anger as he raised a hand. Reacting automatically to the gesture Mahado made a sharp downward gesture and shouted, “Spellbinding Circle!”

Caught by surprise, Akunadin was locked in place as the spell snapped around him. Mahado distantly heard Pharaoh and Seth shout in protest but he ignored them all as he watched Akunadin’s expression shift. Power began to shimmer around the elder Priest, power that was dark and stained, and Mahado took a step back in shock, as Akunadin yelled in a voice not his own, “Remove Trap!”

As the binding spell shattered, the Thief King screamed, “That’s the voice! That’s the voice that cast the Ra damn spell!”

“Chaos, protect the Pharaoh!” Mahado shouted as Akunadin turned toward Bakura with a snarl. Deciding it was quicker to physically distract the Priest than to try another spell, Mahado jumped forward, grabbing a fistful of Akunadin’s robes to yank him off balance.

The elder Priest proved to be more difficult to move than expected. Still, Mahado was able to pull Akunadin’s aim away from the three spellbound men as Chaos slipped behind the Shadow Ghoul. A powerful bolt of magic from Akunadin blew a chunk of the wall out as Mahado finally managed to turn the priest around.

Looking into the Priest’s one good eye, Mahado noticed a coating of black liquid roiling across the iris as Akunadin suddenly slammed him into the nearest wall. Reaching up as the Priest began throttling him in an amazingly strong grip, Mahado covered the infected eye with his hand and managed to force out a spell to restore vision before his breath was cut off.

Akunadin staggered back, his hands flying to his face as he dropped to his knees with a cry. A black mist slipped out from between his fingers as Mahado fell to the floor, gasping for air.

As the mist swirled around Akunadin Mahado gestured to Chaos before he moved too close. “Get them out.” he managed to force out of his sore throat. Seeing the protest in Chaos’s eyes Mahado shouted desperately, “Now, Chaos!”

As Chaos herded the three out, Mahado carefully approached the moaning Priest. The mist was now slipping back through the fingers that covered the Millennium Eye as Mahado crouched down before Akunadin.

Suddenly straightening, Akunadin let his hands drop away and murrmured “What?" in an uneven voice. He glanced around a moment, his eye clear and his face puzzled as he said, “Why am I…?” Suddenly focusing on Mahado, he suddenly demanded. “What happened?”

Mahado watched the last of the mist disappear into the shadows of the Eye. “You don’t remember?” he asked, his voice rough. The truth of what might be happening was unfortunately becoming clear to Mahado.

He recognized that power.

And it was the same as what he had sealed within the Millennium Ring because it was too dangerous to be used.

“Remember what?” Akunadin responded firmly, the frown returning. He glanced around once more, as he muttered, “Why am I in your room…” The priest’s voice trailed off when he found the Shadow Ghoul watching him closely. “Mahado?”

“You are the one who cast the spell on Pharaoh.” Mahado answered slowly.

Akunadin’s head snapped around as he protested loudly, “Impossible!” But Mahado could not miss the look of uncertainly that flashed across the elder Priest’s face.

Opening his mouth to speak, Mahado froze as the power began to shimmer around Akunadin once again. Gasping, Akunadin whispered, “No, not you again…” just as the blackness returned to his good eye, covering it completely. Mahado scrambled to his feet, shouting the spell that filled his head, hoping his guess about the magic consuming Akunadin was correct.

Otherwise, the spell he was calling out would kill Akunadin instantly.

Gathering the power he had summoned he extended his arms out before him, cupping his hands to sent the magic out to wrap itself around Akunadin. The Priest spread his own hands out, chanting words that were old and dark, words that caused Mahado to cringe away instinctively, though he forced himself to stand firm and ignored the urge to run.

The opposing spells met and clashed in the center of the room, flashing brighter that either man could stand. Mahado could barely see the Shadow Ghoul move, sinking into the floor to begin its attack, but Akunadin made a brief gesture that sent part of the spell behind him to wrap around the monster. The Shadow Ghoul struggled for a moment but could not withstand the pressure of the spell and shattered. Closing his eyes Mahado called out- shivering slightly as the summoning spell that tied him to his monster broke apart- strengthening the spell he cast even as the air began to heat from the conflicting magic. Sweat dripped down his face and his voice began to fail as the spell Akunadin cast forced Mahado back a step.

Then back another.

Finally, backing into the wall, Mahado strained to open his eyes and tried to see through the tears that filled his sight as the light from the spells grew even brighter. Akunadin stood; his arms spread wide, his features transformed by the power he had unleashed. The blackness was spreading out from the Priest’s eyes, etching spider web patterns across the wrinkled skin of his face.

Mahado screamed out the last of his strength and brought one hand to his forehead, concentrating his magic down to a single sharp line that suddenly pierced Akunadin’s spell and struck the Millennium Eye, shattering the sinister magic surronding the elder Priest.

Sliding to the floor, unable to remain on his feet, Mahado watched in horrid fascination as Akunadin went still and silent, his face creased with pain as the magic spiraled around him, the darkness burning lines of power across his face, as it was force back into the Eye.

As the tainted magic disappeared, fading away into the Millennium Eye, the remnants of the spells flashed one last time, dropping the room into darkness. Blinking quickly to force his eyes to adjust to the change of illumination in the room, Mahado watched Akunadin’s remaining eye close and a soft sigh slipped out just as he crumpled to the floor. Mahado closed his own eyes for a moment as the sound of running feet reached his ears.

He couldn’t wait for this day to end.
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Chaos stood just outside the Royal bedchambers, waiting for Mahado to appear. There had been considerable confusion once the other priests had returned until Mahado had recovered enough to explain how Akunadin had been consumed by an evil magic within the Millennium Eye. The Priests were now faced with the problem of what to do with the elder Priest and had, for now, taken him bound by several spells to the dungeons.

Realizing it might be some time before Mahado could returned, Chaos turned back into the room and regarded the momentary calm within.

He had already been forced to banish Atemu and Seth’s monsters once he had returned from Mahado’s room and discovered they had decided it would be fun to have the dragons fetch them sweets before using them to chase Bakura around the room. Once that little game had been stopped with the dragon‘s banishment, Atemu had, for some unknown reason, decided it would be a good idea to redecorate his bedchambers while Chaos had a word with the Chief Vizier. When Chaos had returned from doing that, he found Atemu had convinced Seth and Bakura to paint some obscene graffiti on the walls while he attempted to climb up one of the statues of Horus to draw circles around the hawk-headed god’s eyes.

He managed to get one eye done before Chaos walked in and ordered them into separate corners to contemplate the walls.

Chaos had no idea how Mahado had put up with this.

Figuring it was best to get things set for the spell to change them back, Chaos settled on the floor to sit, gesturing the men from the corners. Amused as the three men walked over and dropped down to sit in a semi- circle before him, Chaos explained, “We have a reversal spell in mind but the problem in casting it will be Mahado.”

“Mahado?” Atemu asked curiously.

Nodding, Chaos explained, “With everything you three have put him through today, I will have a hard time bringing his focus down into casting a spell.”

Bakura snorted and rolled his eyes. “That’s not a problem. Just get him drunk, that’ll loosen him up.”

“I could do that but the possibility he could miscast the spell becomes greater the drunker he is.” Chaos gave Bakura a wicked grin. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want to come back to normal with your favorite appendage the same size it is now, now would you Bakura.”

Bakura gave him an annoyed look.

Continuing, Chaos said, “There is also the problem of the three of you. You all need to be in a similar condition to the one you were in when the original spell was cast. I believe” he pointed at Atemu and Seth, “you two had passed out after a good fuck and you,” he added as he looked at Bakura, “I would guess, were coming down after getting a little pleasure watching these two.

You will need to be in that same state of euphoria when Mahado does his work.”

“And how are we supposed to know when we need to be like that?” Seth asked.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to tell by Mahado’s reactions to what I‘m doing to him.”

Atemu raised an eyebrow. “By what you’re doing to him?” he asked curiously.

Chaos nodded. “Yes. The reversal spell will require the use of sex magic to be powerful enough to do what we need it to do.”

“We get to watch?” Bakura asked, brightening considerately.

“Of course. We need to be in the same room to cast the counter spell.”

“Does Mahado know this yet Chaos?” Atemu asked in amusement.

“Yes, but I’m sure he’s avoiding that thought right now. It shouldn‘t be an issue though. It‘s not as if this will be the first time he’s had to do something like this with an audience.”

“Wait, same state we were in?” Bakura suddenly exclaimed. “Ra damn it, I have to watch them again?”

Chaos shook his head. “No, it’ll be quicker if you all pleasure each other senseless.” Raising a hand as Seth opened his mouth to protest, Chaos added, “One of the reasons the spell misfired was because Bakura resisted. This time he needs to be as out as you two.”

Bakura smirked at Seth and Pharaoh. “I can go for that.”

Pharaoh sighed as he glanced down at his crotch before giving Chaos a bemused look. “I don’t see how we are going to be able to get like that though. I don’t think we can do exactly what we were doing.”

Chaos shrugged. “Be creative. Like I said, you just need to have the same pleasurable feelings going that you had before, you don’t actually have to fuck each other.” Chaos smirked at the three. “Think of it as a challenge to your abilities.”
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Reaching the Royal Bedchambers, Mahado stood just inside the entrance and watched Atemu, Seth and Bakura, naked as the day they were born, climbing into the bed arguing. Stepping up to the still shirtless magician, he asked cautiously, “What are they arguing about?”

“Who gets to do what.” Crossing his arms Chaos leaned over to ask, “Who would have been on top last night?”

“Most likely Seth.” Mahado muttered.

“Right.” Chaos answered then raised his voice to shout, “Pharaoh! You’re in the middle of the bed. You two,” Chaos pointed at Seth and Bakura, “are just going to have to fight it out as to who‘s where.”

Bakura waved a hand energetically in the air. “I’ll be anywhere if Pharaoh gives me a blow job like the one last night!”

“Pharaoh is not giving you a blow job thief!” Seth yelled indignantly, managing to reach over Atemu to smack Bakura on the back of the head.

Pharaoh twisted around, a surprisingly familiar smirk appearing on his lips. “What, you wouldn’t enjoy watching that, Seth?”

Seth sat back on his heels. “Pharaoh?” he exclaimed, surprise lacing his voice.

Rubbing his head as he scowled at the High Priest, Bakura said, “Trust me, he puts on quite a show.” Bakura smirked. “Though I‘m sure you all ready know that.”

Mahado rolled his eyes in exasperation as he turned away. I did not need to hear that. He found Chaos gazing at him, a silent mixture of concern and amusement visible in his eyes.

“That’s just wrong.” Mahado said in an undertone as he nodded to the three on the bed.

“You have three sex-crazed adult males over there- you really think being stuck in a child‘s body is going to slow them down?.” Chaos commented as he reached out to strip Mahado of his ornate blue and gold belt. “You could always put a sleep spell on them and see what happens.” Chaos looked thoughtful a moment as he set the belt aside and began stripping the last of his own clothing off. “Or we can just let them loose in the Palace and have them run off all that excess energy.”

Mahado paused in removing his robe to scowl at Chaos. “All right, I accept this is the best idea.” He shook his head as he pulled the robe the rest of the way off, more weary than he imagined possible. “It’s just a little strange.,” he said irritably.

“Well it won’t be for long and we do need to do this tonight.” Chaos answered gently. “If we wait much longer they might loose their personalities permanently even if they are changed back.”

Distracted by an odd sound behind him, he was surprised when Chaos caught him by the chin and suddenly smirked at him. “Best not to look Mahado.” he stated clearly.

As the odd sound turned into an interesting moan, Mahado hissed, “Just get my mind off that please.”

The smirk only got deeper as the Magician of Black Chaos leaned in to murmur in his ear, “I‘ll see what I can do.” Mahado found his attention quickly focusing on Chaos as he felt a hand slip over his bare skin, brushing against his hip and rising, circling his waist and slipping down his spine. Chaos moved rhythmically, running soft, tickling kisses along the sensitive skin under Mahado’s chin, pressing them closer together and guiding Mahado with the hand resting against the small of his back and the one that had moved to brace his head.

Letting his arms wrap around the firm, lithe body of the magician, Mahado let his fingers tangle in long black hair as their lips met and could feel barriers he had been unaware even existed crumbling under the contact of another’s body responding to his.

Chaos led the dance, swaying slightly to the rising beat of Mahado’s heart, the kiss slow and full of desire. Only moments before Mahado felt as if exhaustion would claim him, but Chaos’s touch aroused him, banishing his weariness and drawing his own magic out to revel in the chance to play.

Mahado closed his eyes, abandoning himself to the sensual, breathing in the smell of exotic spices and the musky scent that seemed part of Chaos, groaning as the hand at his back forced them even closer and the fingers slipped lower, touching intimately.

Gasping, Mahado threw his head back, feeling the wildness of Chaos’s magic rising around him, feeling nips and bites along his shoulder, hot breath sending shivers of desire through a suddenly very willing body.

And Mahado realized all he feared when he was with the magician was the fact Chaos called out to the wildness in him.

And that’s exactly what you want from me isn’t it, Chaos.

Well, after all that has happened today I’m sure I can give that to you.

As if sensing Mahado’s thinking, Chaos gave a low, deep chuckle and abruptly maneuvered him to the floor, claiming him in a hot, passionate kiss, as he draped his lean body possessively over him.

Arching into the contact, moaning as Chaos shifted to leave a fiery trail of marks across his chest, Mahado made one unexpected mistake.

Opening his eyes as he reached out to grab Chaos’s head to lead him to a few places that wanted more attention from the talented mouth marking him, Mahado found himself being stared at over the edge of the bed behind him by three sets of wide, sparkling and obviously very fascinated eyes.

Oh Ra…