Touch The Stars

Touch the Stars

Hato chiisai

Disclaimer: No own.

YAOI WARNING

Pharaoh- Marik- telekinetic

Emperor- Bakura- telepath

King- Yami- teleporter

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Chapter 6

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Yami reclined nude in his bed, staring out at the stars. He had not been able to sleep after he had woken from a nightmare. He dreamt that they had defeated the Egyptonians, and pursued them back to their home planet and invaded the palace. And in the courtyard, hanging from the ankles, was Bakura’s brother, bloody and mutilated, and very, very dead. And under the boy was Marik, sitting in a high backed chair and holding out a goblet, into which Ryou’s blood was dripping.

“He wasn’t a good fuck, so I gave him to my armies. I think they had a little too much fun with him.” Marik offered as an explanation, then gulped down the blood in the goblet before hurling it aside, throwing back his head with demonic laughter. Bakura uttered a worldess scream, and Jonouchi and Otogoi stumbled aside, falling to their knees and vomiting. Marik then seized a handful of Ryou’s blood soaked hair and gave the body a good jerk, freeing it of the rope and sending it crashing to the ground. He then picked it up and hurled it across the courtyard with inhuman strength, straight into Bakura, who fell back, his brother clutched in his arms, the body twisting grotesquely.

The condition of the body made Seto turn and stumble aside, wretching, Yami felt ill as well. Ryou’s eyes and tongue had been cut out, and blood was flowing from the empty sockets, nose, ears and mouth. Yami thought it odd that though the body was dead, he was bleeding. And he was bleeding massive amounts. Already, Bakura was kneeling in a large puddle of blood as he sobbed over the body of his brother. He had been castrated and bled heavily from the rectum and other hideous wounds all over his torn and broken form.

And Yami could only stand frozen as he watched the destroyed Assyrian Emperor pull his knife, and end his own existence, falling to the ground with his brother.

“And this one is next.” Marik snalred, and Yami screamed as he saw Yugi in the claws of the Egyptonian Pharaoh. Marik lifted a long sharp tool, like an ice pick, and held it up. “The eyes first.” And Yugi screamed as Marik began to put out his eyes.

Yami had jerked awake with a cry, sweating profusely. That had been three hours ago, and he had not been able to bring himself to sleep again.

He jerked his head up when the door silently opened. And there stood the Hittite Czar.

“You’re awake, too?” Seto called, softly, and Yami nodded, discreetly grabbing a corner of the sheets and pulling it over his hips, hiding his private areas. “Nightmares?” Seto asked, and Yami blinked and nodded again, then opened his mouth to ask how Seto knew. “I’m having them too.” The brunette explained as he stopped next to Yami’s bed, that looked like a giant eggshell, cut in half at a downward angle and was filled with plush pillows and blankets. Yami didn’t sleep horizontal, he slept diagonally at a bit less than a 45 degree angle. He sighed and looked into the blue eyes staring into his own red eyes.

“Why are you here?” Yami asked.

“I don’t know…” Seto sighed. “Something lured me here.” And Yami’s eyes widened when Seto reached out and brushed his knuckles over Yami’s face. “Something has always drawn me to you…” Seto whispered, sliding onto the bed and closer to the Sumerian, whose eyes were wide. But the smaller man didn’t resist, so Seto bent over, and kissed him.

“Ahh….” Yami gasped, but let Seto kiss him. His heart was pounding in his chest as Seto kissed him, gently at first, and then, sensing that Yami was okay with it, more passionately, and slowly, Yami began to respond. Both men were breathing erratically through their noses, unwilling to break the contact between their lips, until Yami opened his mouth, gasping in air right before Seto’s tongue invaded. The kiss became more demanding, and turned wet and sloppy, and Yami arched into Seto’s body. The Hittite had always intrigued him, and, while he’d never admit it, he had woken up from many erotic dreams focused around this man who was kissing him.

Finally, Seto pulled away, looking at Yami, waiting for an answer to his silent question. Yami stared back at Seto his chest heaving.

“D-don’t…” Yami gasped, and disappointment flashed through Seto’s eyes for a moment. “Don’t stop.” Yami managed to get out, and the disappointment turned into lust. “Oh, Gods, don’t stop.” Yami panted, and released the sheet he was clutching, allowing it to fall aside and reveal his body to the Hittite Czar. Seto looked down and his breathing deepened. He looked up and his fingers flew over the knot on the cord at the front of his robe. It fell away, leaving him in deep blue pants. He moved over Yami and kissed him again, running his hands up and down the Sumerian’s arms. Yami moaned softly as Seto slowly slid down his body, then gasped as he felt the Czar’s hot mouth engulf his awakening arousal.

“NNH!! GODS!!” Yami yelped, and bucked his hips as Seto began to lick and suck at him, until his body stiffened and he released.

“Yami….” Seto breathed into Yami’s ears as he moved above, him and kissed him behind his ear.

“I want you…” Yami panted. “Please… Take me… I want you.” Seto moved his head and kissed Yami.

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Bakura turned at a slight clearing of a throat.

“Prince Yugi.” He said, and Yugi frowned at him.

“We retired five hours ago. Have you slept at all?” Yugi asked, and Bakura slowly shook his head. “Emperor… You need to rest.”

“I’ll rest when my brother is safe.” Bakura said, looking back out the window. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Ummm…..” Yugi turned a bit red. Bakura quirked an eyebrow. “Err… noise….”

“Noise? What noise?” Bakura asked, and they both looked up as Mokuba entered the room.

“The noise that our brothers are making. I think that Seto finally acted on his crush on King Yami.” The Hittite Prince said with a sleepy smile. “They woke me up, too.” Bakura smirked and grunted.

“I see. Well, it’s nice and quiet in my room, and I won’t be sleeping, so you two are free to use it as long as you don’t mind sleeping in an Assyrian Nest.” Bakura offered, and Yugi frowned.

“But you need to sleep, Emperor.” He said.

“Bakura. Call me Bakura.” Bakura said, and Yugi bowed slightly.

“Then I am simply Yugi. And you need to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep. I have no desire to sleep.” Bakura said, and turned back to meeting room window. “Leave me.” Yugi sighed and hung his head, leaving the room, Mokuba at his heels.

“Well, we might as well take him up on his offer.” Mokuba said, as they passed Yami’s room. “they’re still at it.” Yugi smiled and nodded, and led the way to Bakura’s room.

Back in Yami’s room, the King was writhing and panting as the Czar finished preparing him and entered him.

“Gods… Oh, Gods…….” Yami groaned as Seto began pumping in and out of his body.

“A part of me….” Seto panted. “Doesn’t want to liberate my people from Marik. Then I could stay with you….”

“Your people…. Need you…” Yami panted. “Don’t think about it now… Ahh…” Seto nodded and kissed Yami, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

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“Brother… you can’t sleep?” Marik blinked and turned away from the view of the Imperial city, looking back at Malik, standing in the doorway.

“What are you doing up?” Marik asked.

“I was going down to the kitchen for a snack.”

“Oh, so you’re the culprit, eh?” Marik asked, grinning.

“Yeah. And I saw your lights were on. What’s wrong?”

“The Prince….”

“Me?”

“No, the Assyrian Prince, you airhead.” Marik said, as Malik came up beside him.

“Oh. What about him?”

“I feel bad…”

“About?”

“Have you visited him in the dungeon?”

“No. Should I?”

“No. Don’t.”

“Why not?”

“It’s one of the most heartbreaking things I’ve ever seen.” Marik said, softly. “I wanted to take him in my arms and bring him up to my room and pamper him like he deserves.”

“Really?” Malik asked, amazed. This was not like his usual heartless brother.

“Really.”

“I wanna see him.” Malik said, and Marik looked at him.

“Huh?”

“Take me down to see him.” Malik said, and Marik saw that determined look in his eyes.

“All right.” He said, and turned, heading down to the dungeons, his brother behind him. The guards jerked awake when their Pharaoh appeared, glaring warnings at them, and he snatched the keys from the belt of one. He led Malik through the corridors to the correct door. He unlocked it and it swung open, the dim light from the hall barely illuminating the cell. Marik and Malik stared at the Prince, lying in the middle of the floor on his face, unconscious. Marik swallowed. Obviously he had been tortured after he had left earlier that day.

“What have they done to him?!” Malik gasped.

“He’s being tortured with the Nerve Stimulator, but according to him, I know nothing. I ordered, in earshot of him, that he wasn’t to be harmed. So he thinks they’re doing it against my orders. I’d like to know how they threatened him into not telling me. But they didn’t feed or water him, and left him in here, like this…” Marik said, kneeling and scooping up the limp body. “With nothing to keep him warm. I’m surprised he hasn’t died of the cold.”

“He comes from a cool planet, brother.” Malik said, watching Marik lay the prisoner down on the three straw mats and cover him with what looked like one of his cloaks. He had to admit it, though, his brother was right. The Prince was a heartbreaking sight. Even in unconsiousness, he looked near tears, and Malik could see that he had been crying. There were streaks of pale flesh through the grime on his face, showing where the tears had fallen, cleaning the dirt away. Malik sighed.

“So… Now what?”

“Now, I get him to trust me.” Marik said, standing. “Let’s go. Before he wakes up.” He said, and led his younger brother from the cell, after making sure that there was water for the Assyrian. Malik sighed, and followed Marik back up into the palace.