Dark pasts, Darker Secrets

A/N: I DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM, NOR DO I MAKE ANY MONEY IN THE WRITING OF THIS STORY!!!


The next morning the students were in a flurry of excitement as they retold the story of the fight. Those that had witnessed it spun tales that made it seem extraordinary and supernatural. Others said things in their own words. Some were saying Seto fought like a sissy, others said Jounoichi went mad with anger like that day a few years ago. Anything was said to make it seem more interesting than it really was.

Ryou didn't want to hear about the fight, but no matter where he went, there the conversation was! In the cafeteria Ryou sat with his friends. The table seemed quiet without Jounoichi's loud voice and crude jokes. While he ate Ryou would look over at Bakura's table, and the other would look back. In his mind he felt the feeling of gentle fingers running across his face, and he blushed, looking away quickly.

None too soon for the group the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Otogi and Honda were the first to stand up, followed by the rest of them. As a unit they rushed down the halls of students who had classes towards Seto's room.

Otogi knocked on the door and they waited with no response. Gritting his teeth, the black haired boy tried again, pounding on the wood this time, the frame rattling with the intensity. "He's not in right now..." Yami's voice made the group jump and spin.

The tri-colored haired boy leaned against the wall with a grin on his face. "We want to see Jounoichi." Yuugi stepped to the front to look Yami in the eye.

Yami's gaze softened and a soft smile touched his face. "I believe I can arrange that."

He made his way through the group and opened the door to Seto's room, stepping aside to let the group in. Immdeiately Otogi and Honda ran into the room, followed by RYou and a blushing Yuugi.


On the bed lay Jounoichi, his face serene as he slept. Ryou winced at the slightly swollen eye and the bruise on his cheek, but was relieved that he was all right nonetheless. Jounoichi groaned and his eyes started fluttering as he woke.

"Jounoichi?" Yuugi called softly.

The blonde sat up slowly, looking around in a confused daze. With a start he glared at the wal, his fist curling into a fist. "That damn Seto....he cheated!" His fist hit the bed with a resounding thud. "I don't know what he did, but he cheated during that fight..."

Yami chuckled and leaned his hip against the doorjam. "I doubt that, kid. But, if that's what you want to tell yourself that, go right ahead."

Jounoichi glared at him, that is, until his stomach let out a loud grumble.

"I think the mutt's hungry." Seto's voice sounded from the door and everyone jumped and turned. The brunette walked into the room carrying a lunch tray filled with food.

"Seto..." Ryou said softly.

The taller boy's harsh blue gaze pinned him on the spot, softening a bit when Ryou looked at him with remorse. "Hey....is that food I smell?" Jounoichi leaned over towards Seto, almost falling out of the bed.

The tall boy shook his head and placed the tray down on the bed, frowning when Jou dug into it like a starving man. "I still have no clue how he can eat that stuff..." Honda said with a shudder. Otogi nodded. "I know...it tastes like my gym socks."

Yami gave him a look. "And why, praytell, were your socks in your mouth?"

"One word....Malik."

Yuugi giggled. "Of course."

He looked to Jou, who was still stuffing his face. "Well, now that I know Jou's all right, I think I'm gonna go...I have things to do, classes to be bored in..." At that moment the bell rang, signaling the end of the free period. Yami grinned and stood straight. "Let m accompany you in your boredom."

Everyone stared at the two as they walked out. "What just happened?" Jou asked with a full mouth, spilling some back on to the plate. "I think....Yami likes Yuugi and Yuugi likes Yami." Tristan said slowly.

Seto smirked and looked at Otogi, who gave him a knowing look.
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After a while, Ryou and the others were forced to leave Seto's room, leaving the brunette and Jounoichi alone. The room was silent, which Seto didn't mind, but the blonde looked very uncomfortable. Seto smirked and brought his eyes back to the book he was reading, leaning back in his chair. It seemed that whenver Seto found Jou staring at him, the boy would look away, his face flushed. So the puppy was shy...He would have to fix that soon. After a while of Jou staring at him, Seto sighed and put down his book.

"How are you feeling?" The blonde jumped at the sound of Seto's voice.

Jounoichi felt his face heat up and he cleared his throat, determined not to be caught off gaurd again. "I'm fine....a little stiff, but good." Seto felt an inkling of remorse for how far he let the fight go, but he wanted to test Jounoichi to see things straight.

The mutt had actually impressed the brunette, and that was a feat in of itself. He thought Jou had done considerably well. With a thought Seto made his way through the feeble barriers of Jounoichi's mind, a little angry that it was that easy. A passing thought ran through the blonde's head that made Seto snort. "I did not cheat."
Jou's head snapped toward him so fast Seto thought he hurt himself. "What?"

"I did not cheat...I was simply trained in that style of fighting."

Jounoichi stared at him. "How did you hear that? You weren't in the room when I said it."

Anger flashed across Seto's face at the thought of the boy talking behind his back. "Do not say such things to me, mutt," Seto growled. "You forget easily that I am able to see what's in your mind..." His blue eyes flashed dangerously and Jounoichi shivered, then his eyes popped open. "I forgot about that! During the fight, I heard someone speaking to me. It sounded like you, but I thought I was imagining things. How did you do that?"

The brunette sighed. "Simply...it is the same way you were able to enter my own mind. Mind you, I would have never allowed that to happen if I knew of your talents, but nonetheless you were able to gain access."

Jou nodded and leaned back, his eyes wide. "I had no clue...does this mean that I'm psychic or something?"

Seto shrugged. "I wouldn't know," he lied. "But that is how you were able to keep up with me. You were in my mind, monitoring my moves and knew when I would strike before I did. It was a great feat, and I'm very impressed." He inclined his head before turning back around.

'Seto....can you hear me?' Jou's voice entered his mind, fluttering around like the many wings of butterflies.

'Yes. It seems you are able to communicate in this manner as well. I am surprised you knew nothing of it before the other day.' Jou snorted from across the room and Seto heard the bedsprings squeak as he moved.

The two were in companionably silence for a while until Jounoichi sighed loudly. "Can I go now?"

Seto lowered his book and turned around, a smirk on his face. This was what he was waiting for. "Not yet...We still have our little arrangement to settle."

Jounoichi looked confused. "Arrangement?"

Seto nodded. "You have forgotten already? I'm a bit disappointed. The terms were that if I won then we would go out, as you called it, a 'date'." The blonde's eyes widened. "All we have left is to discuss the where and when."

"You were *serious*!?"" Jou's voice piched to a screech at the end.

Seto narrowed his eyes dangerously. "When have you known me to make a joke?" The blonde thought for a moment. That was a good question...."I don't even know you, so I don't know."

Seto nodded and stood. "Good. Then from this point on we will be getting to know one another. I want you near the gates tomorrow night at eight o'clock sharp. Do not make me have to find you..." Seto set his deep blue gaze on Jou for the first time that night, and the blonde found he couldn't look away.

Something in those crystalline depths drew him in and he never wanted to look away. Seto turned away, the act looking forced and Jou was released from his trance. "Wait....what?"

Before could say anything more, Seto left the room. The blonde felt bereft without his presence, his soul seemed to grow darker. What exactly was going on here?

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Back in their room Rou sat with Bakura simply talking with the once feared boy. "Seto is really nice, I guess."

Bakura nodded. "Yeah he is...he just takes a while warming up to other people. When we were growing up he used to mother us constantly. I remember when Yami fell into the Nile, Seto freaked out. He was screaming and running around like a chicken without a head." Bakura's body shook with laughter at the memory. He hadn't thought of his childhood for quite some time.

Ryou burst out laughing. "I would never have thought Seto to be like that!" Bakura nodded, laughing. "You should have heard him when he went into puberty and he screamed...he sounded like a school girl." Ryou giggled.

In all his thoughts he would have never thought Bakura was so nice, not with the way he looked and acted. And Ryou thought that if he had never done all those terrible things to him, he never would have gotten to know him as he did now.

It seemed all a bit weird when he thought about it that way. 'I guess things have a way of turning around,' he thought. 'You bet they do...' Bakura's voice flitted through his head and Ryou looked at him.

When the other boy did that, it felt right to Ryou. When he was with Bakura, he couldn't explain his feeling other then feeling....whole. For a long time in his life he felt that something was missing, like there was another part of him somewhere he couldn't remember. When he was with Bakura he felt as if those feelings were just in reach, and he just felt plain happy.

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Malik lay on the bed staring up at the face that was identical to his. The other crawled over Malik like a snake, covering his body with his own.

"Marik...." Malik moaned softly.

As soon as Malik walked into the room, Marik jumped him from behind, tearing off his clothes. "I love how you say my name like that...It's so sexy." Malik smiled invitingly.

"You know I only want to please you." Marik growled playfully, his head descending on his lover's neck quickly and with dead accuracy. He barraged Malik's neck with nips and licks, making the smaller boy squirm. "Marik...oh gods....Marik please hurry. I need you."

Malik's voice was husky and plaintive. Marik smiled and bit his lover's neck harshly, making the other cry out. "You know I never rush things." He wen back to his play. He had been so horny since the fight, the violence and grunts turning him on like no aphrodisiac could.

Malik writhed and moaned under him, his eyes glazed over with passion as Marik found the one spot on his neck that drove his lover wild. After making sure Malik was not going to come down from his pleasure high, Marik ventured down the small lithe body.

At one coffee colored nipple, he lapped at the nub, shivering at the loud moan from his lover. He looked up at Malik, who was staring at him, his purple eyes shining with lust. "Do you know what you do to me with this sexy body of yours, my love?" Malik shook his head with a moan. "You make me want to ravage you until you scream for mercy, my name a moan on your lips..." Malik's shuddered in pleasure. "Please, ravage me, my light...."

Marik smiled, returning to his lover's nipple. Ravage him he would. Using his teeth he brought the small nipple to a hard nub, sucking on it. Quickly Marik switched sides, giving the other nipple the same treatment.

Malik watched Marik's head move, the pleasure his tongue gave him was immense....but he wanted more. With a growl he grabbed Marik's shoulders, and giving him a hard shove, he had the other on his back. Marik stared up at him with wide shocked eyes. "I thought I told you to hurry..." Malik's voice was low, a dark look to his eyes. Just like in the old days...."Now you will pay the price for not listening to your dark..."

Marik gave his lover a sly smile, his lust clearly written in his eyes. "You're acting just like you did the day we met....not a single thing is different." He raised a hand and ran it over Malik's face, tracing every feature. "The way your eyes shine with passion....the way your hair falls into your face." He ran his hands through the soft, full head of blonde hair. "I love all of it."

Malik lost his composure and blushed, looking away. Marik saw his chance and took it. With a push the two reversed positions, this time leaving a confused Malik on his back. "Hey!" Malik cried after a minute. "That's no fair....you always use the same trick on me..." Marik smiled. "All's fair in love and war in the bedroom."

Watching intently, Malik's eyes never left Marik's as he descended lower and lower, his tongue tracing a path down Malik's stomach. Malik moaned and shivered. Marik descended further and further down his lover's body, until he reached the small pucker that would soon join him and Malik. "Get ready for a night of pleasure that will blow your mind..."

Without giving Malik a chance to respond, Marik thrust his tongue into the opening. Malik threw his head back, letting out such a cry, his fists bunching in the sheets below him. "Oh....oh gods yes!" His cries made Marik delve deeper, until Malik's hips were coming off the bed. Malik's chest heaved as he panted, his skin flushed. Marik relented on his foreplay to watch his love a moment until he looked at him.

"Tell me how you want it..." Malik gulped loudly, his throat working as he tried to form words.

"I...want you..." he said, letting out another moan. Marik chuckled, his breath washing over Malik's erection. "What? Do you want me like this...." To show his point, Marik thrust two fingers into Malik's opening. His eyes never left Malik's as he moved his fingers in and out, rotating between quick strokes and slow, tortorous movements.

"Or like this?"

Marik spread his fingers slwoly, smiling wickedly as Malik let out a pleasure filled cry. "Oh gods, Marik! I just want you!"

Said boy smiled and moved up to place a chaste kiss on his lover's lips. "Then you shall have me."

Removing his fingers slowly from Malik, his attention now on Malik's straining erection. Thick and long it made Marik's mouth water. Taking the shaft in his hand, he slowly began to stroke it, his thumb brushing against the swollen red tip. Malik moaned and arched his back. Smirking, Marik leaned forward and took the tip in his mouth and began sucking harshly. Malik wailed his pleasure, his back snapping into an arch, in danger of snapping in two. "Marik....oh gods more!"

Marik smiled and sucked his lover's tip to the back of his throat, swallowing around it. Malik screamed again. To keep him from making so much noise, Marik reached up and slid two fingers into Malik's mouth. The boy instatnly started sucking on the digits, his tongue swirling around each of them.

Once Marik knew he was ready, he slipped his fingers from Malik's mouth, twisted a leg so it sat on his shoulder. "Get ready..." he growled as he inserted a wet finger into the tight opening. "Oh...." Malik gasped, his hips jerking slightly. Marik smiled and suddenly thrust his other finger into his lover's waiting body, wactching his breath explode from him in a rush.

"Please...." Malik begged. "I need you." Marik groaned. "You're so sexy...I can't wait aymore." He grabbed Malik's legs roughly, placing his shins on his shoulders and moved up into position, looking his lover in the eyes. "Get ready....here I come..."

With a nod from Malik, Marik thrust into the tight channel, moaning at the explicit heat that wrapped around him. He loved the way Malik felt, all heat and satin. And he loved Malik. "Please..." Malik moaned, his hips jerking. "Marik, please move..." Marik closed his eyes and nodded. His first movement almost made him explode, the tight walls clenching around him, the hot silk rubbing him like a tight fist. With a grunt, he glided back into his lover, throwing his head back.

Moaning Malik watched Marik's face, his expression. Tentatively he reached out with his mind, linking the two. Pleasure exploded in both of them, the intensity of it doubled as they felt what the other was feeling. "Gods..." Marik groaned. "You're so tight.....so good.." Malik giggled, which was cut off as Marik thrust deep, hitting that one amazing spot.

The boy groaned, his tight channel tightening of its own will, as if trying to draw Marik in deeper. Marik cried out, his head snapping back. Quickly he reached for Malik's straining erection, pumping it in tune to his thrusts. "MARIK!!" Malik's voice echoed in the room.

After a few more violent thrusts and strokes, he was done. With a cry he came, an explosion of pleasure that raced through both of them. Marik cried out and with a hard thrust buried himself into the impossibly tight opening, meeting his release in a slurry of explosions.

Together they fell to the bed, still connected through mind and body. Marik kissed his lover softly, their panting breath warming the other's face. "That....was amazing," Malik whispered, his voice hoarse. Marik nodded. With a grunt he rolled off his lover, staring up at the ceiling with a sated smile on his face.

Malik sighed and snuggled into him, his head pillowed on his chest. "I love you..." he whispered before drifting into a deep sleep. Marik smiled and kissed his dark's head before following him into the world of dreams.


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WOOHOOO!!!! IT'S BEEN ALMOST A WEEK AND WE HAVE ANOTHER CHAPTER!!! *This is what happens when I don't get any sleep...I WRITE!!* AND HUSTON...WE HAVE A LEMON!!! I know it took a long time, but it was so hard to think about where to place it and how to fit it in...oh well...does anyone feel it's out of place, or rushed?? *Shrugs* ((This is what you're all vying for anyway xD).

The_Mad_Hat: Aww thank you!!! I really like hearing those words from reviewers!!! *Swollen head* Well, that's supposed to be there lol. When have you known Bakura in the real show to be a nice guy?? *He's an ass lol* And yes..poor Malik...he has enough brain damage, right?? xDD

Mulle: YES!!! GO FOR THE JUGULAR! THE JUGULAR!!! *......ahem.....* Anyway...YES!! THE FIGHT SCENE IS OVER!!! I was proud of that scene...I'm usually not good at writing action scenes like that, but I think that one came out good, because I wrote it just for you!! Well, unfortunately, as you can see, little Seto is still in his pants...you'll have to wait a little more for that *Insert evil laugh here*