Shadow Rising

Well, here I was, reading fanfics, and suddenly, my writer’s block cleared right up and I typed this out in a couple hours.

I even put in a scene with Sagira, since I’ve been neglecting her badly, but don’t expect any girl action. I don’t think I’m ready for that.

On a side note, the day in this chapter is the 30th.

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“I told you, no.” Malik shook his head as he pulled the door to their house closed behind him.

“Oh, relax. It won’t be that bad.” His dark half said, leaning against the wall, as he watched Ryou hang up his jacket.

“Ha. I’ll never live it down.”

“You still owe me.” The yami reminded.

“Not that much.”

“I’ll lock you in the closet.” Malik froze. He rested his head against the wall, then turned away, heading deeper into the house.

:That’s not fair.: He protested.

:Might makes right.: Marik answered with a smirk. “And speaking of might…” He said, following his hikari. “I think I’ll cash in my little favour, Kitten.” Malik flopped down in a chair, just as Marik touched him. An instant later they were in Marik’s soul room. “You’re uke.”

“Dream on.” Malik said, pushing back against him. The two kissed roughly, each trying to claim dominance over the other. Malik tripped Marik and fell on top of him, pressing him down. Marik growled in annoyance and managed to flip them over, while shedding his shirt. He tugged at Malik’s as well, breaking the kiss long enough to get it off, then Malik bucked against him flipping them over again. He proceeded to remove his own pants while trying to stay on top of Marik.

“How about we take a breather to get undressed.” Marik suggested. Malik paused, watching him.

“Fine.” He stood up and backed off, then both boys quickly removed their remaining clothes.

Marik folded his neatly, while Malik just tossed his in a heap.

“Why do you always do that?” He complained.

“Habit.” Marik answered. Malik got tired of waiting, and pushed at him, knocking him over. Marik spun them over again, grabbed Malik’s wrists and locked them together with the handcuffs he had picked up while folding his clothes. “And distraction.”

“Dammit.” Malik said, still struggling. Marik manhandled him onto the bed, on his stomach, slipping one of the links of the cuffs through a clip attached to the headboard. Then he sat back to admire his work.

“What’s wrong? Forgot how to do it?” Malik asked with a nasty grin, looking over his shoulder.

“Oh, I remember.” Marik rubbed his crotch against Malik’s ass, making the boy groan. “I remember how to make you purr, Kitten.” He began to nip at Malik’s neck, while his hands held the hikari’s hips, keeping him firmly in place. His mouth slipped lower, nibbling and kissing down Malik’s back, until he reached just above the crack, then moved back up the other side of his spine. Malik jerked at the cuffs, but the clip held, and he could only curse at his tormentor.

“Such dirty language, Kitten. I’ll have to punish that.” And his tongue swept over Malik’s ear. Malik gasped, and his eyes half closed in bliss. Marik continued to lick and nibble, and Malik let out the low growl that had given him his nickname. Marik had been surprised when he had found his hikari’s sweet spot, but he was quite willing to take advantage of it.

Malik opened his eyes when Marik climbed off, and jerked at the cuffs again.

“Fuck you.” He snapped, glaring upward at his bonds. He tried to open the clip, found that the thing had turned into a solid link. He growled again, wishing he had picked up the lockpick he kept in his pants pocket.

“No it’s quite the other way around.” Marik returned with a bottle of lube. He pushed Malik’s legs apart and knelt between them. Malik drew his legs up, so that he was on his knees, Marik just jerked them back, bringing Malik crashing face-first into the bed. He gasped and arched when Marik roughly drove a lube-covered finger into him. The ancient Egyptian moved it back and forth, before suddenly adding a second, then a third. Malik shifted and moaned at the mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Marik!” He pushed back against Marik’s hand, then felt the fingers being removed. There was a moment of emptiness, then Marik drove into him, filling him completely.

“Jesus!” Malik howled, jerking up. He drew his legs up under him again, as Marik grabbed his hips and began to thrust viciously. Malik matched his rhythm, letting out a low purr again. Marik reached below, to grab Malik’s stiff erection, and began pumping it in time with his thrusts. Malik came with a gasp, and Marik thrust in deeply once more, feeling his own release fill Malik’s passage.

Malik collapsed, and Marik knelt above him, hands on either side of his lover’s body to steady him, still buried in Malik’s passage. He pulled back, and then was surprised when Malik suddenly turned over, yanking on his arm. Both tumbled to the floor, Malik on top with a nasty grin and the picked handcuffs in his hands.

“Looking for more punishment, Kitten?” Marik asked.

“You wish.”

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“What are you doing?” Sagira looked over Anzu’s shoulder at the book she was reading.

“History. We have a test tomorrow.” The teen answered.

“Pah. When I was your age…”

“You are my age.” Anzu interrupted.

“I mean really your age, all we needed to learn about was politics and needlework, and how to properly keep a house. History was for the scholars.”

“Well, that was five thousand years ago.” Anzu frowned as she read the same paragraph for the third time.

“I want to watch the magic box.” Sagira protested. Anzu sighed, and picked up the remote for the TV. She found a talk show, and Sagira began watching intently, while Anzu returned to her studying.

“You should seduce him.”

“What!” Anzu looked up at her new yami, wondering where that came from.

“The Little Pharaoh. You should seduce him. I can help. I’m very good at it.”

“Yeah, only a few months since you were ready to kill him and now you want me to seduce one of my best friends?”

“I was mad at him. It’s not important. Don’t you think he’s cute?” Anzu blushed.

“Well, yeah, but…”

“And he’s not seeing anyone. That brat is out of the picture.”

“We are not having this conversation. I’m not seducing him. And anyway, Yami and you are related.” Sagira shrugged.

“So? My grandparents were siblings. It was common in Egyptian royalty. Kept the bloodlines pure.”

“That’s just wrong on so many levels.” She shuddered, gave up on the book, and decided to get something to eat. Sagira followed her.

“Besides, people do it here, too. I saw it.”

“Where?”

“On the magic box.” Anzu rolled her eyes and decided to change the subject.

“I was thinking. For the Halloween party, we should dress up as cheerleaders.” Now it was Sagira’s turn to shudder.

“While I’m sure I would look dazzling in such a costume, I am not accustomed to going around half-clothed.” Unlike the other yami, Sagira still wore her ancient Egyptian outfit. That had puzzled Anzu at first, until Yami had explained that though they could dress differently from their hikari, it was just easier to dress the same. But Sagira found Anzu’s normal outfits too revealing for her tastes.

“It’s not half-clothed and if you don’t agree, I’m not turning the TV on for you anymore.” Sagira glared at her.

“Impudent mortal. Fine!” She stalked back up the stairs and into the bedroom. Anzu smiled. They got along great. You just had to know how to handle the Princess.

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“What the… Malik! Where is the Millennium Rod?” Malik yelped and jumped up from where he lay sleeping on Marik’s bed. He immediately cursed.

“Jesus, Marik, did you have to be so rough?” Malik had ended up losing their second bought as well. He lay back, sore all over, and tossed an arm over his face.

“Where is the Rod?” Marik repeated. Malik moved his arm and blinked at the outraged yami.

“I didn’t touch it.” He protested.

“Well, it has to be here. It’s not like anyone would steal…” He froze.

“What?”

“The Priest. He must have forced Kaiba to find someone to steal the rod. Damn him to the pits of Hell.”

“But I thought… If the Rod’s gone, then how are you still here?” Malik sat up, puzzled.

“I never belonged to the Rod. The only reason I was in it was that I had stolen it the night the Pharaoh sealed the items. I got caught in the backlash. And I got Bakura to use the ring to shift my soul to your earrings.”

“Oh.” Malik touched the earrings he wore. Now he understood why Marik made him keep them with him at all times, even when he couldn’t wear them in school.

“Well, we’ll just have to steal it back.” He suggested.

“Not too damn likely. The priest will be expecting us, and he’s too dangerous on his grounds. Maybe someday I’ll tell you a little story about when he and the Pharaoh had it out.”

“So what are we going to do?” Malik asked, stifling a yawn.

“The only thing we can do. Fuck all.” He pushed Malik over roughly, and climbed into the bed. Malik pulled Marik into a tight embrace and went back to sleep.

“Damn hikari.” Marik muttered, but didn’t pull away as he drifted off as well.

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“There. Are you happy now?” Kaiba growled as the door to his office closed behind the thief he had hired. He hated thieves, but it had been all he could do. He didn’t expect Marik to just hand the Millennium Rod because Kaiba said the voice in his head wanted it.

:It’s a start.: Set said mildly. :Pick it up.:
“What?”
:You heard me. Pick it up.: Kaiba hesitantly reached out to grip the smooth gold. As soon as he did, there was a flash. Kaiba jumped back with a yelp.
“Good boy.” Kaiba stared. The person who stood before him now was a few inches shorter, but his innate confidence and commanding presence more then made up for that. Kaiba had the nearly irresistible urge to kneel. Set wore a near copy of Kaiba’s outfit, but on him it looked… Darker was the only word Kaiba could think of, but that wasn’t quite right, either. And they weren’t in his office anymore. Instead, they stood together in what looked like a tower. Stairs curled up around, leading into the darkness above, and Kaiba could see various landings that led to closed doors.

“Where am I?” He asked.

“In the Rod. Up there is my temple. Come.” Set took Kaiba’s hand, and they were suddenly flying upward. Kaiba yelped and tightened his grip.

“Relax, Little Dragon.” Then they were suddenly in an Egyptian temple. Hieroglyphs decorated the walls and a huge blue eyes white dragon was carved just behind the altar.

“This is…” Kaiba turned, staring. In one corner he saw the tablet of Set and Yami battling.

“This is my spirit room. I’m not sure where yours is. We’ll find it later.” Then he ignored Kaiba and began to do something at the altar.

“Umm, can I leave now?” Kaiba asked sarcastically. Set frowned at him, and Kaiba found himself taking a step back before he stopped himself.

“Just will yourself back to your body.” He answered. Kaiba was about to ask how the hell he did that when he suddenly woke up.

“I need to get more sleep.” He said, and stood up to leave.

Suddenly he lost control of his body. It turned, and reached out a hand to the Millennium Rod. The Rod flew gracefully across the room, slipping into his hand.

:It is to stay with you at all times, Dragon. I’ll not have it lost again because of your foolishness.:

Kaiba growled in reply, his hand tightening on the shaft in anger. But he kept it in his hand as he walked out of the room and down to the limo that was already waiting.

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D’Ceandre: And Set is back at full power. Just wait till he catches up with Yami. That’ll be fun.

Next time: It’s time for the party, and there are more then a few surprises in store.