Nobody Lives Happily Ever After

Nobody Lives Happily Ever After
By: Evil MJ

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh. If I did someone would be translating the Japanese version for me, and Bakura would be giving me a bad ass mother of a back rub right now!!!

Warning: Dragon Dreamer & Yami Dragon read this chapter and told me I was sick and twisted. Best compliment a girl can get!! However, for those of faint of heart and wearers of pace makers...go no further...HERE BE DRAGONS!!! (and gore, and sex and senstive subjects, free roaming navel lint, and if you look real close at the screen I'm watching you as you read it...he he he he)

Finally Chapter Nine has arrived. Would have been here sooner but my best buddy went and got herself a life making soap for the great unwashed hoardes out there. Many thanks go to her for taking time out to read and edit for me!!!

Hope you enjoy it...and for the love of God reivew......I crave the attention!!!

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Chapter Nine

Mokuba took a drink of wine and regarded his brother and sister in law for a moment. He usually stayed for supper at least once a week to keep up with his family, but today he was wondering if this was such a good idea. They hadn’t said a single word to each other, and with the kids away at school there was no one else to put a little life in the room. He almost wanted to go and put his jacket on against the chill.

“So, Isis, Big Brother, you want to tell me why it’s colder than a December in Siberia in this room?” He asked giving in to his curiosity.

Isis looked at her plate, unable to meet Mokuba’s eyes, which surprised him, Seto’s expression continued to remain closed.

“My wife is a deceitful adulterous whore, could you please pass the wine.” He stated evenly.

Mokuba started to choke in shock, and Isis turned a bright shade of red, her hands clenched under table.


“What, in the name of Ra are you talking about Seto!” Mokuba couldn’t contain his outrage and shock.

Isis was the most honest steadfast person that he had ever met, and since the day she and Seto married she had become the mother that he had never had. The thought of Seto talking to her like this was just too much.


Isis looked up with wet eyes and smiled sadly at Mokuba. “It’s okay Mokuba. He speaks the truth, although I am not sure this is the best manner in which we should discuss this.”


Seto looked at his wife with narrowed eyes, his expression turning venomous. “I suppose you would rather have me call your lover over here so that you can continue this in my office. I’m sure Detective Wheeler would love to oblige, that is unless he’s out screwing someone else’s wife right now.”

Mokuba’s jaw dropped in amazement and his fork clattered to his plate causing Isis to jump, startled at the sound.

"Joey Wheeler?!” Mokuba asked, incredulously.

He couldn’t believe that the Isis would do this to Seto, or that Joey would for that matter. He could barely believe his ears.

Isis took a deep breath and returned Seto’s hate filled stare. “Honestly Seto, what is making you angry? The fact that your wife cheated on you, or was it that someone dared to try and take something that belongs to you. Gods know that you haven’t felt any desire for me in a very long time.” She said quietly, a tear sliding down her face.

Mokuba squirmed at bit in his seat, the conversation turning a little too personal for his tastes, but for some reason he felt unable to leave. It was like the fascination people feel when they come across a horrible car accident, unable to look away.

Seto slammed his fist on the table in a rare show of physical emotion. “It doesn’t matter Isis. Any desire I felt for you has long been killed by the site of you and Wheetogetogether.”

Isis no longer tried to conceal her misery and stood up, her face wet from the tears that had flowed free. “Seto, there was a time when I loved you beyond reason. You were this powerful untouchable man who made me feel protected and cherished. Somewhere, and I can’t pin point when, you changed, you became something dark.”

Seto started to object but she held up her hand to silence him, her regal bearing still in check despite the emotional conversation. “No, you hurl your anger at me so easily as if you were blameless in this. Seto, sometime ago I thought you were cheating on me and I had one of my personal assistants follow you to see if my suspicions were correct. “

She watch Seto pale, his jaw clenched and his hands shaking just slightly.

“Do you know the shock I felt when I received the reports that you were indeed unfaithful to me? I think I might have understood had it been some other woman, but imagine how I felt when she informed me that you were engaged in activities with teenagers that bore a resemblance to someone who died a long time ago.” Isis took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a mt ret regaining her composure.

Seto continued to sit at the table, stone like, unable to say anything.

“You cheated on me with a ghost Seto. Yugi died a long time ago and for some reason you can’t let go. So don’t you dare tell me that I am deceitful!” Her beautiful green eyes snapped with anger. “I remained faithful and stood behind you for a long timespitspite your actions. I’m sorry about what happened between Joey and I. I never meant to hurt you, Seto. It has been a long time since a man has desired me, he made me feel something I thought had died a long time ago.”

She turned and headed towards the door, pausing a movement to look at her husband one last time before she existed the room. “I am guilty of adultery Seto, but you drove me to it. Don’t ever forget that fact.”

Mokuba looked at his brother who seemed to have shrunk in his chair. The normally arrogant and self-possessed air that he had was gone, replaced by a tired realization that his wife just may be right.

He turto Mto Mokuba. “I apologize Mokuba. We should never have dragged you into this.”

Mokuba got up and walked over to his brother and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, Big Brother. We all got our secrets, that doesn’t mean I am ever going to think any less of you.” He looked at the door that his sister in law had just left. “Or Isis. I think maybe you two need to talk, Seto. Things have already gone on too long. You need to make things better.”

Seto smiled, for a moment Mokuba sounded like the hero-worshipping ten year old that he used to be, confident that his big brother could always make things better.

“Sure.” He agreed. “But I think things have gone past the repair stage.”


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Hiroe stood on the deck of the boat and looked out onto the calm blue ocean waters that surrounded them. For the first time in years she felt hope. Hope that perhaps now she might have a chance to be freed of the confines of her small village and see the world around her. She looked over at her two handsome dark haired companions and smiled. They were quite a bit older than her but she felt comfortable with both of them; the differences in age’s barley noticeable. Mako caught her staring at them and grinned.

“I know what you’re thinking.” He announced, causing Tristan to turn towards her as well. He no longer regarded her as a threat and now treated her with the same warmth that Mako had afforded her from the beginning.

“And just what would that be?” She challenged saucily, hlacklack hair forming a cloud around her head as the breeze picked up.

“You’re worried that people might not notice you with us great looking men around.” He teased.

Tristan snorted and covered his mouth with his hand to hide his smile.

Hiroe stuck her tongue out at him. “Why would anyone look at you tough old fish when there is a beautiful young Mermaid to draw their attention?”

Mako walked over to her and picker her up and swung her about.

“Tough old fish is it, Tristan?” He yelled. “I think this young Mermaid needs a lesson.”

Tristan joined them with a cocky grin and grabbed her legs. “You know Mako, I think you right.”

With a one great heave they tossed her over the boat and into the ocean waters.

With a whoop they both cannonballed into the water after her. The water was warm, the sand releasing its heat from below and the sun warming it from above. They frolicked like children in the waves, their troubles long forgotten.


Mako pulled himself onto the beach and stretched out on the blanket that they had placed there earlier. He watched Tristan pick up Hiroe and smiled as he tossed her into the waters easily as if she weighed nothing at all. It was nice to see Tristan happy again; the burden that weightim dim down at the announcement of Mako’s engagement had lessened.

Tristan had met with Mako and Hiroe on the boat a week ago and they spoke openly. The pain that Tristan had bottled up was allowed to spill free and be washed away with Hiroe’s understanding. She was quite open about how things would be. She felt there was no reason that the three of them could not remain together. Love, she said, does not have to be limited to one person. In her mind there was enough room in her heart for both of them and she was not going to split them up.

The two of them collapsed on the blanket next to Mako, showering him with tiny droplets of water.

“That was fun.” Hiroe announced with a giggle.

Mako smiled and intced ced his fingers with hers.

“You didn’t tire Tristan out, did you?” He asked with false concern. “He’s old you know, can’t take that kind of abuse.”

Tristan gave Mako a little nudge. “Hey, I resent that.”

Hiroe grabbed a bottle of sunscreen from her bag and handed it to Mako.

“If you could help me out her a bit Mr. Tsunami” She asked with an impish gleam.

Smiling he took the bottle and began to apply it to her back, his hands working the muscles in her back, making her sigh with pleasure.

Tristan got up, walked over to Hiroe and sat in front of her, grabbing the bottle from Mako with a grin.

“This looks like fun.” He announced putting some of the cream on her shoulders and working his way down.

Hiroe let out a tiny moan of appreciation at the enjoyment she felt from their ministrations. Mako leaned close and started to kiss her neck, to her surprise untying the top of her bikini and letting is slid free. Her breasts, freed of their confines, were quickly claimed by Tristan’s hands, slick with the lotion he gently caressed and massaged her soft flesh, her nipples going hard as pebbles in his hands. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth with a gentle urgency. Her heart beat quickly as one of Mako’s hands worked it’s way under her bikini bottom and began to rub her clitoris, his arousal pressed against her back, his hips moving slightly as he rubbed against her.

Encouraged by their actions, she placed her hands on Tristan’s hips and slid down his bathing trunks, allowing his large erection to spring free. He made a small noise in her mouth as she took him in her hands and began to stroke the length of him, her slender fingers moving up and down the velvet skin.

She worked and pumped his rigid member, feeling his hips move so that he could press himself against her, moving in time with her, his breath coming quick as he started into her eyes. Satisfied that he was more than ready, she pushed him down on the sand. Mako and Hiroe quickly relived each other of the rest of their clothing and Hiroe positioned herself between Tristan’s legs on her hands and knees.

Tristan groaned as Hiroe’s warm mouth engulfed him, replacing her soft hands. Her tongue wrapped around the head of his arousal teasing him until he cried out. Mako continued to pleasure Hiroe, his fingers sliding in and out of her until she was slick with need.

Satisfied, he knelt behind her and plunged himself deep into her. She was so tight and wet that he had to slow himself down, keeping his thrusts slow and even, enjoying the sensation. Eagerly she rocked herself against him, matching his steady thrusts, until he became almost liheadheaded. There was something intoxicating about watching her taking Tristan in her mouth, his eyes clouded and dark with desire, that made it hard for Mako to hold onto his control.

Hiroe continued to suck Tristan’s cock, taking him deep in her throat, his fingers tangled in her hair. The sensation of Hiroe moaning, as Mako plunged himself inside her over and over was too much for him and he cried out as he came in her mouth, shuddering with orgasmic pleasure. Hearing Tristan reach his release Mako started to move faster, his strokes growing quick. He reached underneath her and rubbed the sensitive nub of flesh until she began to cry out and tense against him.

Hiroe met each of his thrusts, taking him in deeply; she could feel herself spiraling closer to the edge until with one final thrust he brought them both careening into the abyss of pleasure, tumbling down in a heap around Tristan.


Tristan grinned as Mako’s hand found it’s way down between his legs and began to work at his half limp erection, springing it back into life. Hiroe nibbled on his ear, her hot breath and soft tongue making him shiver.

“Hiroe.” He moaned at her attentions, her slender body pressed against him.


Mako laughed, still spent from his climax moments ago, motioned for Hiroe to take care of Tristan’s throbbing arousal. Straddling him she impaled herself on his stiff member causing him to cry out.

“Oh, man, this is incredible.” He groaned with a throaty voice.


He placed his hands on her hips as she began to move. Mako turned Tristan’s head to its side so that he could devour him with his mouth. Tristan surrendered to the invasion and allowed Mako to plunge his tongue inside his mouth, tasting him.

Tristan could barely think as his heart thundered in his ears and Hiroe continued to ride him. Reaching behind, she cupped his balls, massaging them until he bucked and cried out in Mako’s mouth. Mako’s hands ran down his body, exploring him, his mouth now on his neck placing a trail of kisses that seared his skin.


Hiroe threw her head back and moaned his name as she began to move quicker. Tristan held her tightly and used his strength to help her move faster against him. Her skin was shiny with sweat and she was breathing fast, the sight of her tongue licking her soft pink lips was enough to undo him. With a moan Tristan brought her down on him hard, his hips thrusting up to met her. Hiroe cried out and collapsed on his chest as he came deep within her, hisioision going dark a moment, feeling like he had just shattered into a million pieces.

Maybe things would work out after all.


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The Dark Harbinger of Vengeance studied the lithe beauty who sat outside the theater entrance. She was talking on a cell phone to her boyfriend, unaware of the scrutiny.

How preshe she was in her sundress, her long legs drawing the attention of the male passers by. She seemed unaware of the attention she was reing,ing, but the Dark Hager ger knew better. Girls like this love the spot light. They loved to tease, using their bodies to make men their mindless slaves.

This one would know pain soon.

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“Detective Wheeler, in my office if you please.” The request was growled from across the room causing everyone to look up from their work and regard Joey with expressions that ranged from pity to amusement.

When the Chief requested an audience with you it was rarely a positive event.

With a sigh Joey got up and took the long walk to the other end of the room, feeling like a death row prisoner on the last walk to the electric chair. Sadly, he was pretty sure he knew what this conversation was about, and where it was heading.

He closed the door behind him and stood in front of Chief Saori who was regarding him with an expression that Joey could not read. Not an auspicious start.


“Wheeler, why is it, do you think, that I have received a formal complaint, no make that demand, that I remove one of my best Detectives from duty?” He asked in his trade mart gravely voice that seem odd coming from an otherwise diminutive man.

Joey sat down in the chair across the desk and sat back. “I guess I’m just a popular kind of guy.”

He was rewarded with an eyebrow that indicated that his humor was not appreciated.

“For some reason that is beyond my comprehension, Seto Kaiba is demanding that you be fired from your job. aimsaims that you are incompetent, and unprofessional. He feels that the killings in this city have gone on long enough and he wants someone else brought in as, and these are his wordnd ynd you, as you have bungled things up with your gross incompetence.”

Joey clenched his teeth against his initial reaction to start yelling and tossing things around the office in a fit of anger.

“Anyone who knows me, knows that Kaiba and I have a history of bad blood. If you want to fire me, just make sure it’s for the right reason’s Chief.” He started the Chief straight in the eye trying to gage him for some reaction, but as always the Chief gave nothing away. The man was a rock, something that always impressed the hell out of Joey.

“Wheeler, I’m going to be straight with you on this. I know you are a damned good cop. You’re the best I got, but I can’t protect you against a man like Seto Kaiba. If he really pushes this I will have no choice but to comply with his request. He will find a way to make this stick, you know that.”

Joey nodded, unable to speak against the realization that Kaiba had him, and it pissed him off beyond belief.

“I am not a man to be pushed around though. I’m not going to fire you, Joey, you deserve better than that, and damn it, we look after our own around here. Do us all a favor, Joe, take some time off. You got more vacation coming to you than anyone else in this precinct. This is an order, Joe. Go on vacation, or I will have to suspend you.”

Joey stood up angrily and clenched his fists, starting down at Chieori.ori.

“I don’t get any say in this. do I?” He asked in a cold voice, his eyes narrowing.

The Chief shook his head to the negative.

“Fine. Do you want to tell me when my vacation is officially over?”

The Chief smiled ruefully. “I’ll let you know. My records say you are entitled to four weeks, but I know that you barely took more than a few days over the last couple of years. Just go and relax, Joe, it’s on us. Take a vacation somewhere nice, call me in a month and will take it from there.”

Frustrated, Joey could only nod and leave the office, everyone’s eyes following his progress, a million questions hung unanswered in the air.


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Maya whimpered softly like a small child and tried to curl herself up into a small ball, unconsciously trying to return the safety of the fetal position. Her face hurt where that awful person had hit her several times, she had learned quickly that trying to scream for help only ght ght pain and not assistance.

Her captor was chuckling somewhere in the background. She could swear they were talking to someone but she could not see anyone else in the room with them. The sound of metal striking stone rang out continuously in the large room, echoing in her ears and causing her to flinch. It sounded like someone sharpening a blade.

“Oh, pretty, pretty girl. Sorry things had to go like this, but we all have a purpose in life and you have just reached yours.” The Dark Harbinger crossed the room, with movements that were sleek and sultry like a cat approaching it’s prey.

“Lucky for you this really won’t hurt….much.”

Maya was pulled roughly into a sitting position, her hands bound to her feet, causing her to arch backward painfully as they yanked on her hair, exposing her neck.

A gloved hand caressed her skin almost loving lovingly and she could feel the heat of their breath against her ear.

“Just close your eyes and go to sleep.”

Maya felt a shatingting as the blade was sunk into her flesh and drew across her neo tho that the edge bit deeply into the flesh. She fought her bonds so that she might bring her hands up to her neck and stanch the flow of her blood, but she could only gurgle and choke as she drowned in her own blood.

The Dark Harbinger held the large cup under her neck catching the precious life fluid as it poured from the gaping wound in her neck that resembled a second mouth, open in a silent scream. A final scream.

It was intoxicating to watch the rivulets of red gush over the edge of the cup and begin to pool on the floor, tiny tributaries of the precious liquid streamed across the cement searching for an opening to exit through. Poformformed and shimmered on the floor, and the wall was splattered with dark droplets from where her arteries had sprayed at the initial cut, morbidly decorating everything in the colour of both life and death.

With a final sigh Maya’s life slipped away and her body fell limply to the floor, soaked in her own blood. With a jubilant smile the Dark Harbinger brought the overflowing cup of steaming liquid to their mouth and drank deeply. The knife still nearby as they readied themselves to prepare a little present for their persecutors, the hunter.

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Tne youth felt the sting of the whip on his back and tried not to cry out. The pain made him tingle all over, making him hard and throbbing with need. He moaned and bowed his head before the Master; eager and willing to take any punishment he felt was warranted.

“You always seemed better than me didn’t you?” The Master hissed angrily, bring the whip down again, biting the flesh of the youth’s back, but not cutting the skin. “You never gave me the chance to prove myself to you.”

His blue eyes were almost electric and he moved with a grace that was seductive and compelling. His chest was bare and he wore only a pair of low riding leather pants that hugged him like a second skin.

He was stunning; his body was well sculpted and muscular, with only a sparse sprinkling of dark hair around his navel. He did not look his age, his brown hair untouched by time and his face still sharp with an arrogant smile on his lips.

He placed a hand under the teen’s chin and forced him to look up at him.

“Take off you clothes.” He demanded with a growl.

The teen quickly complied, shedding what little he had on so that the Master could take him in. He caressed his body with his piercing blue eyes and the teen felt himself aroused, so much so that he wanted to beg the Master to take him.

The Master touched the pale skin of the boy, feeling the bones and muscle beneath the trembling flesh. He liked how the boy shivered with need as he flicked a hard male nipple, causing him to gasp. He brushed his hand against the erection that jutted out from between his legs and felt him quiver and groan.

He wanted to possess him, fill him until he cried out for him to stop. He needed to own him fully.

He pulled the boy in and claimed the mouth, already swollen with his earlier demands, so sweet and hot. His own erection strained against the material of his pants, and in a moment of generosity he allowed his servant to free it from it’s confines and start to stroke it. A heat flared up inside him and he pushed the boy down on the bed.


“I want you to cry out with passion for me. I want you to cry my name.” He demanded and he roughly thrust himself into the boy, causing him to writhe and cry out in a mix of pleasure and agony.

“I need you Yugi.” He moaned his voice thick with desire.

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Ta da....
Another glimps into the depravity that is my mind. If it bothers you...Imagine how I must feel...*snort, snicker*

I can't wait to write the next chappie, luckly I have few days off coming to me and I plan to write up a couple of chapters then....Until that point oh gental readers. I anxiously await your reports

EVIL MJ