Resurrecting The Darkness

THE MORNING AFTER

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Disclaimer: Do not own Yugioh...if I did, Yami would never be dressed.......
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Malik and Mariku cuddled together on the balcony, watching the brilliant sunrise dance over the never-ending expanse of desert. Idly, the younger one traced random patterns across his koibito's firm golden chest, teasing the dusky nipples with fleeting touches from his slim fingers. Their unusual lavender eyes met and held, silent messages of devotion passing back and forth. Gentle kisses were exchanged, each one a commitment of their eternal love; their destinies determined long ago by the Egyptian Gods. Fate had brought them together; no power on Earth could ever separate their souls.

But sometimes, verbal affirmations were necessary; the words somehow made the bond stronger. "Aishiteru, Mariku, my yami no tenshi, " Malik whispered, tears shimmering in the crystalline depths.

A bronze finger swept gently over the soft skin, catching a stray teardrop. "Aishiteru, my hikari no tenshi," the sensuous lips brushing against the sensitive earlobe as the older one responded in kind.

But even bliss isn't immune to the encroachment of reality. Malik sensed his yami's unease. "What is bothering you koi?" Raising a hand, he forestalled the automatic response. "Don't say nothing, because I know better. I can feel that something is troubling you." His beautiful eyes narrowed. "It's Atemu and Bakura, isn't it? You are concerned about them."

Knowing better than to lie, Mariku nodded. "Yes, koishii. You saw for yourself how Atemu was acting, the possessive way he touched Yugi, the lust in his eyes. That was so unlike the Pharaoh. Of course, I knew he was in love with the chibi iti, but he was never obvious about his desire for him." He paused, kissing his soulmate gently. "As for Bakura, well, you know how he acted. Cruel, heartless, ruthless. Never showed any emotion for Ryou in front of anyone, not even me. But yet, he returns from the afterlife and is more than content to kiss his hikari with all of us watching. Definitely not the Bakura we knew." He shook his head, the spiky tendrils falling freely around his slender shoulders and well-toned chest. "I don't know what to think, Malik."

The younger teen knew instantly just how worried his koibito was; he had called him by his name, which his yami no tenshi did only when he was extremely upset or concerned. He attempted to ease his mind. An idea came to him. "Why don't we have a small celebration tonight? I can cook dinner and the six of us can relax and reminisce about things from the past. It will also give us the opportunity to observe them."

Strong arms pulled him closer, warm lips covered his is a scorching kiss. "That is a great idea, hikari." He placed another kiss on the waiting lips, one tanned hand sliding stealthily up the slender thigh, the other hand trailing seductively along the bare chest. "Right now, I'm having another fantastic idea." His brilliant lavender orbs shone with desire. "Would you be interested in hearing about it?"

The thinner, younger Egyptian turned around and straddled the elder's hips, their aroused members rubbing erotically. He leaned close, his breath teasing his koi's parted lips. "I'd rather experience it, koishii," he whispered, before capturing those luscious waiting lips, his tongue eagerly entering the warm moist cavern, tracing and tasting every centimeter of flesh.

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The morning sun shone through the window, slowly penetrating Ryou's dreamless slumber. He gasped loudly at the feel of a warm body pressed next to his; his eyes flying open, tears of joy filling the chocolate depths at the incredible vision of his koishii Kura snuggled up against him. He pressed a gentle kiss onto those pale parted lips. "Good morning," he whispered as his yami stirred, his eyes slowly drifting open.

Bakura leaned into the kiss, estatic to find out that last night had not been a cruel dream. He truly was alive and reunited with his precious Ryou. "I love you," he whispered. "And I don't ever want to leave you again. Promise me that you will stay with me forever."

The younger teen's heart contracted painfully in his chest. "I promise that I will never leave you, Kura. You are my everything--the reason for my very existence. When you left and entered the underworld, I wanted to die. I would have, if Mariku hadn't brought you back to me." He closed his eyes, shutting out the despair that still echoed in the corners of his mind. What if fate took his yami away from him again? Could he possibly withstand the agony of losing his koibito a second time?

The older teen pulled his tenshi closer, having captured the memories of their separation from the mind-link they shared. "I'm so sorry, koi." He kissed the pale soft cheek. "I wish that you could have been spared that. I certainly never imagined that I would be sent to the underworld after the Pharaoh regained his memories and defeated Soku."

"Let's not talk about that, ok? We are back together and that is all that matters." A teasing smile curved the beautiful lips upwards, a lustful glint flashed in the hikari's usually innocent gaze. "I can think of many much more pleasant and enjoyable things we could be doing instead of reliving painful memories." With that said, he rolled on top of his waiting yami no tenshi, pressing their bodies together, the feel of his koibito's naked body beneath his intoxicating and arousing.

Together once more, the two pale bodies entwined, moving together, hands touching and caressing as they "communicated" in a manner that required no words; a timeless dance of desire, devotion, intimacy, commitment, connection, love.

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Yugi glanced at the sleeping teen next to him. He looked like his koishii Yami, but he wasn't him. This person was a stranger to the smaller teen. His koi was kind, gentle, loving. The beautiful young man slumbering in the bed was none of those. He was arrogant, demanding, controlling. Last night should have been so wonderful, so perfect. Instead, Atemu had dominated him, more concerned with his own pleasure. The dreams that Yugi had cherished of what making love with his yami no tenshi would be like had been ruthlessly shattered. His koibito had been so concerned with his own needs, his own desires; he had failed to take Yugi's needs and desires into consideration. The former Pharaoh had only been enthralled with the idea of possessing his hikari, of making sure that the innocent youth belonged to him.

The tender heart shattered again as he remembered the word uttered by his Yami. "Biaw." A possession; that is all the hikari was to him. Fresh tears of pain trickled silently down the pale cheeks. He bit back the sobs threatening to break free, the pain in his heart so intense that it was cutting off his breathing. He felt as if he were suffocating. Gingerly, he eased off the bed, intent on making it to the bathroom to take a shower. The heartbroken youth needed to wash off the physical reminders of the night, the faint scent of his koibito which still clung to his skin. But most of all, he wished that he could erase the memories from his mind.

The sound of running water penetrated the consciousness of the sleeping teen. Crimson eyes opened, his hands encountering open space instead of the warm skin of his koibito. He sat up, his head turning towards the closed bathroom door. A smirk twisted the full sensuous lips; lust flared in those brilliant jewel-toned eyes sparkling like priceless rubies. Rising, he strode to the door throwing it open, staring at the gorgeous vision of his hikari's wet gleaming flesh. Hot desire raged through his body, his arousal becoming almost painful.

Stepping underneath the hot pulsing water, he gripped the smaller one's arms, pulling him tightly against his own taller, stronger body. Bending down slightly, he covered the trembling lips, his searching tongue plunging in, tasting the sweet freshness of his mouth. He ignored the slight whimpering emenating from the frightened teen, too caught up in his own needs. Breaking off the kiss, he pushed the smaller one down onto his knees until his face was even with his weeping hardness. He twisted his fingers in the long wet strands of the tri-colored hair, pulling him closer until he was able to slide his pulsing erection into his hikari's mouth. Desperately he rocked his slender hips back and forth, forcing Yugi to suck and tease him with his tongue. He never noticed the dullness of those normally sparkling amethyst gems or the tears falling from them as he raped the younger teen's mouth. He came quickly, pushing the throbbing member deep, causing the emotionally battered youth to choke and struggle for breath. He wanted to spit out the thick white fluid, but Atemu didn't pull out until he swallowed it.

The sated teen sighed blissfully, pulling the weeping teen to his feet. He kissed him roughly, ignoring the tenseness and unresponsiveness of his hikari. "Biaw," he whispered in his ear. "You are mine, Yugi. Don't ever forget it."
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A/N: Poor Yugi....I know I'm being cruel to him, having Yami treat him so uncaring, so callously. But his suffering is necessary to the rest of the story, so I hope you will continue checking for updates and please remember to review! Those provide me with fresh inspirations and get the muses working overtime!!