The Otherworld

Disclaimer: I am disclaiming my lack of ownership on any of the below yugioh characters…Unfortunately…

A/N: At the moment this is tentative, it was somewhat inspired by Angel Sanctuary hence the whole elemental angel stuff and DragonBall Z(The first anime I ever watched *grin*)hence the tail…However this is all I’ve got at the moment. If it’s reviewed enough I might put some extra effort into completing it. If not I won’t. *shrug* Either way I don’t mind. But if you are really interested and you’ve got any ideas that might help feel free to drop them off.
Chow now.

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Marik spread his golden wings outward as he walked along the length of the barrier placed in between the two worlds by the species of the upper-planes. They were beginning to feel rather cramped as they had been folded for what seemed like an eternity; flapping almost silently, he smiled as gusts of wind were pushed towards the disgruntled figures to his left.

Turning from the grey barrier, he pulled his wings inward, before leaning up against it and placing the cigarette he held between his index and middle fingers between his lips. Taking a drag, he pulled his golden eyebrows into a frown while he looked over at his two brothers.

“So, what’s the plan?” he questioned the elder in particular, though it was his younger brother, presently sitting on the floor his arms circling his long legs, his head hanging forward to rest on his bent knees and the tip of his thick tail slapping the earth in irritation, who snorted and answered.

“Plan? …I’m getting fucking fed up with fucking plans. Every fucking millennium it’s a new fucking plan! I say we fucking blow plan making and declare war.” His low, calm and defined voice interjected. Marik felt a shudder go through him: Bakura’s voice seemed to house darkness. It was true, while Yami’s voice held more wisdom and more command, it was by far Bakura’s who could and did strike fear in the heart.

“No…I say we go for something a little less combustive and a little more…subtle.” the elder suggested.

Marik studied his elder brother and he could almost see the wheels turning behind Yami’s eyes, he smiled: when Yami thought, he looked dangerous. His eyes glazed over, and his body went still. It made Marik think of a snake, poised and getting ready to strike. Turning, Yami looked at their younger brother who had now undoubtedly blocked them out and was dozing lightly. Yami walked over to their oblivious brother and kicked him lightly in the leg, when there was no reply he repeated the action. Bakura groaned and raised his head, his blood red eyes were bloodshot and from the pained expression on his face, Yami knew he had been drinking…a lot.

“Keep awake dickweed!” Yami snapped “This is important…I think we should hit them where it hurts.”

“In the balls?” Marik suggested causing both his brothers to chuckle deep in their throats even as Yami rolled his eyes before falling deep into thought.

Marik watched different expressions play on Yami’s features; the Ruler of Central Hell, (or as the as the species of the upper-planes called it: The Core) looked at Marik and grinned, his fangs sinking slightly into his bottom lip.

“I don’t quite believe I’m following you…” Marik stated between drags, he watched as a puff of smoke danced in front of him before focusing on Yami again.

“You wouldn’t…” Bakura stated, as he rose off the earth where he had been sitting using his leather silver tail to dust the crimson soil off his tight black pants. “You’re talking about the only living Elemental Angels aren’t you?” Bakura stated watching Yami intently, the older devil nodded.

Marik’s eyes widened when he finally understood what his two siblings were talking about; then he laughed out loud placing a hand on the barrier for support.

“Are you two for real?! – that will start a war for sure!”

“Ya, and?” Bakura questioned “I say the fuckers deserve to die…and you can’t tell me you don’t fucking believe that either.”

Marik was preparing to answer when Yami interrupted “It won’t necessarily start a war…Maybe we can get them to negotiate…”

“What if they don’t want to negotiate…Lord knows if they were that easy to handle, we would have handled them already.” Marik stated

“I don’t know yet…”Yami shrugged even as Bakura smirked sadistically as he mouthed the word ‘bloodshed’.

Yami smiled almost lovingly at his half mad youngest brother then settled his eyes on Marik who took the last drag of his cigarette before flicking it on the floor and snuffing it out with his foot.

“We’ll deal with that issue when we get there…For know we just have to get our hands on at least one of the Elementals.” Yami continued.

“How are we going to do that, though?” Bakura questioned as he looked off into the distance causing him to miss the sly expression that crossed Yamis face as his eyes settled on Bakura. Marik caught this expression and grinned, immediately understanding Yami’s expression.

Bakura was the ruler of the southern part of The Otherworld -or ‘the pits of hell’- there was an infinitely strong portal situated in his region…Plus, being that Bakura was a cave dweller and was unable to stand the harsh beams of light for long periods of time, his powers of suggestion were the strongest. However, there could be some side effects for a demon- even one as powerful as Bakura- making a mental connection with an Angel; never mind an Elemental Angel…Convincing him was going to be a problem.

Bakura felt them looking at him as silence ensued, he frowned: this reaction usually meant bad things for him. Turning around he watched his brothers suspiciously, briefly wondering why they were both grinning at him like buffoons.

“Oh…” Bakura muttered first at the brief realization, and then as the complete impact of what they wanted hit him he said “OH FUCKING HELL NO!”
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The wind was cool as it blew softly on Ryou’s features, causing his hair to flutter around his face; he smiled into the wind and breathed out. The smaller figure beside him leaned onto his shoulder intertwining their fingers even as his other hand ran freely over the marble of the terrace balustrade.

“This is beautiful isn’t it?” the small figure said even as his eyes roamed over the scenery that surrounded them. The sky above them was a beautiful shade of gold, and around were mountains, large majestic mountains on which the Marble Palace was built. The mountains, which had come to be referred to as ‘The Nest of Heaven’, surrounded water of the deepest shade of bleu-green.

Ryou smile widened gripping the offered hand tightly. “Yes…It is beautiful.” Leaning forward, Yugi whispered into Ryou’s ear “Make the wind blow baby…” Ryou smiled and closed his eyes and Yugi felt the winds pick up. They blew harder, yet were still soft enough to feel more like zephyr then an actual gust. Yugi smiled and stood on tip toes to kiss the pale one beside him, and as skin made contact on skin a loud battle cry sounded from behind them, causing Yugi to jump several feet in the air, while Ryou whirled around ready for the worst.

There was a loud guffaw of laughter as Ryou’s eyes settled on two familiar figures. One had bleach-blond hair with flame-red tips and violet eyes; he had taken a martial arts stance and was grinning widely as he watched the reactions of the two in front of him. The second figure was much taller, he had ocean green eyes and long black hair with tips just as green as his eyes tied in a pony tail. Right at that moment those eyes were half closed and dripping with tears as Duke laughed his heart out.

Ryou rolled his eyes as he turned his back on his two friends, wrapping his arm snuggly around Yugi and leaning on the railing again to look at the scenery.

“Won’t you two ever get fed up of doing that?” Ryou questioned

“Not until its stops freaking the hell outta you!” Malik shot back, causing Yugi to breath in sharply his eyes widening at Malik’s choice of words. Ryou just rolled his eyes again and smiled lightly.

His two other friends walked towards the railing as well, Malik leaned over the railing, placed his stomach on it’s 10 inch flat top, lifted his feet off the ground and spread his arms out wide, balancing himself on it. Duke simply sat on the railing, feet dangling over nothing, his hands gripping onto the railing making sure he didn’t fall.

“Hey guys, do you ever wish you could fly?” Malik asked as the breeze whipped through his hair and he stared down at the ocean beneath him.

“No.” Duke answered.

Malik smiled and glanced to his sides. “I do, it’s not fair that other angels have wings and we don’t. What do you guys wish for?”

“I wish I were married.” Yugi whispered as he gripped onto Ryou’s arm. Malik chuckled as he saw Ryou stiffen then relax slightly as he leaned into Yugi. The pale boy glared at Marik causing him to swallow his laughter and struggle to wipe off the smile.

“I wish to get laid!”

Yugi’s eyes “Duke! Don’t let Pegasus hear you speak like that!” Malik laughed and rolled his eyes “Yugi, you worry to much!”

“No I don’t! It’s just that neither of you worry at all!”

“Whatever…What about you Ryou? What do you wish for?”

“I d-don’t know… but if I could wish for something it’d probably be something fun and different…You know? Maybe even dangerous.” Ryou whispered the last part.

“Different? Why? Aren’t you happy?” Yugi questioned as he released Ryou a bit. Ryou turned to look Yugi deep in the eyes then glanced away.

“Yes, of course darling.” He attempted to pull Yugi back to him but Yugi resisted

“Fun, different and dangerous?! Am I not fun? Am I too simple for you?” Yugi continued

“No Hon-” Ryou tried to explain but Yugi interrupted again.

“And dangerous?! DANGEROUS? What do you mean by dangerous?!”

“No- I mean- It’s just…always so peaceful and quiet here, you know?

“No! No, I don’t know!”

“Sometimes- sometimes I just…”

“Sometimes, you just what?!” Yugi choked, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

“Don’t cry baby, please.” Ryou whispered

“Don’t you ‘baby’ me Ryou! Sometimes what?!” He yelled.

“Yugi, don’t you think maybe you are exaggerating this a little too much?” Malik questioned gently not wanting to make Yugi burst into full-blown tears.

“Keep out of this Malik! Yugi snapped “I don’t satisfy you anymore do I?” Yugi stammered. Bursting into tears, Yugi didn’t wait for an answer before whirling around and running off the veranda and into the building.

“No! Yugi! Wait!” Ryou yelled as he followed Yugi out of the door leaving both Malik and Duke blinking in plain shock after them.

“What the hell just happened?” Duke asked

“I dunno. To be quite honest, as much as I love Yugi, I could never- ever- date him.”

“Mmm…” Duke agreed

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There was a tingling sensation crawling up his thigh Ryou frowned as his brown eyes opened slowly. He was in a bit of a haze but he knew exactly where he was. He always came here at night, and he always dreaded it and feared it in the morning. But right at that moment he didn’t really care, all he cared about was this feeling. The feeling, that was now slowly moving up…Slowly, tantalizing him. Ryou closed his eyes, parting his mouth slightly and moaning.

‘Please. Please.’ His mind whispered.

“I’m waiting for you...”

Ryou opened his eyes again and looked down, seeing the silver hair glimmering below him as lips were drawn over his thigh, the hair caressing every of his nether region.

“I don’t know who you are…”

The man looked up, familiar warm crimson eyes made contact with his brown ones and a beautiful smile graced his lips. He crawled up, kneeling on all fours over the pale naked body beneath him.

“No you don’t” The man smiled wonderfully “But you will as soon as you come see me.”

Ryou’s eyes looked over the man’s naked body, shuddering when his eyes brushed over the stranger’s nether region. A silent chuckle came from the man above him.
“Like what you see, sweet one?” Ryou felt himself blush and avert his eyes.

“Come to me, sweet one. I can give you anything…Everything you have ever wanted, I can give you… All you need to do is come to me.”

Ryou looked straight into those crimson eyes and he saw a whisper of promise...of danger and mystery. He smiled, letting his eyes trail down the muscular planes and angles of the hardened body hovering over him. A bolt of electricity rushed through him as the man’s body moved downward again and Ryou felt the other’s stiff member brush against his own, then slide down his inner thigh. He looked down to see the man smiling up at him, his crimson eyes glowing eerily.

“W-What’s your name?” Ryou timidly

“Kura”

“Kura?” Ryou echoed

“Mmmm” the man whispered.

“Come to me, sweet one…Come to me.” Then his head began to descend, Ryou closed his eyes, arching his back off the bed his mouth opened as he spoke.

“Where? How can I find you?!”

The feeling was beginning to burn up his insides, and it grew with every second of it took for the lips to come nearer to his hardened organ.

“Just follow the voice.”

“Th-the voice? What voice?”

“The voice.” The man repeated as his lips completed the decent and just as his lips wrapped around Ryou’s organ, Ryou threw his head back—

Ryou’s eyes flew open as his cry echoed through the room, his back was arched impossibly high as he felt the wetness shoot out of him and onto his stomach and sheets. Letting his body fall back onto the bed, he closed his eyes and tried desperately to labor his breathing.

When he could finally breathe right, he opened his eyes and thought back to the man hovering above him.

“Kura” he whispered smiling and blushing slightly as he remembered the mystery in the man’s eyes as he hovered above him. He touched the white, wet sticky liquid on his stomach and sighed again closing his eyes and imagining the man wrapping his lips around him. He could feel the tingle begin to burn in the pit of his belly again, until a pair of teary violet eyes flashed behind his closed eyelids.

Jerking his eyes open Ryou felt guilt wash through him.

“Yugi…” he whispered. “Yugi! Yugi! Yugi! Yugi!”

KURA…

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Bakura opened his eyes and lifted his head slightly to look down at his silver sheets where his erect organ had formed a large mound. Bakura shook his head and rolled his eyes, flopping his head back onto the bed.

“Shit!” he muttered, and he passed his hand gingerly over his penis. He couldn’t believe he had reacted this way to an Angel. An ANGEL!

“Fuck! If Marik and Yami find out about this, I’ll never live it down...Good thing they are not around.” He closed his eyes and passed his hand over it again, this time applying more pressure. He groaned, before slipping his hand beneath the sheets and unzipping his leather pants. Dipping his hand below the waistline he grabbed onto the base of his penis and moaned again, before running it upward, squeezing it a little painfully in the process. He moaned loudly and shuddered.

“Good thing who’s not around?” a rusty and very mocking voice sounded out from his left.

Bakura’s body jerked involuntarily as he turned his head sharply in the voice’s direction. “Marik fuck you, fuck off and get the fuck outta my room. Go bother fucking Yami.”

“Yami? But, little brother, it’s soo much fun bothering you…And besides Yami is not the one jacking off after having mental contact with an Angel…What was it Kura? Was it his flower power that turned you on? Or maybe the way his beautiful pink butterfly wings fluttered around him.” Marik mocked

“Shut up, you dickweed and GET OUT!” Bakura threatened again, from his place on his bed

A ‘tsking’ sound, came from further behind Marik “Now, now Bakura! How shameful for you to talk to your brother like that. What’s the matter with you?!”

Bakura’s eyes became larger “Are you all fucking here? What the fuck?! This is my private chamber you know?! My as in ‘mine’ and private as in…well…PRIVATE!”

Marik rolled his eyes and grinned “What’s yours is mine…and considering I’ve had your dick in my mouth, private isn’t much of an issue between us.”

“Get the FUCK outta my room assholes!” Bakura threatened

“Why?” Marik questioned

“Just get out!” Bakura repeated heatedly

“Yami” Marik smiled at Bakura “come closer, I have something I want to show you.” Yami stepped forward faking innocence. Marik pointed at the more then obvious bulge where Bakura’s penis was beneath the sheets.

“Now, now…Isn’t that interesting?” Yami asked. “Do you want to find out what it is?!”

“OUT!” Bakura practically yelled, but the two ignored him.

“Yes indeedy!” Marik grabbed his wrist and guided him towards Bakura’s bed, as the younger brother stared forward not knowing what to do: His jig was sooo totally up. He was totally never, ever going to live it down.

So Bakura watched helplessly as his tormentors came forward, Marik grabbed the end of Bakura’s silver silk bed sheets and yanked only to find that Bakura was clinging to it desperately with both hands.

“Let go!” Marik screeched, Bakura shook his head

“Get out of my fucking room, you fucking assholes!” The tug of war between the two brothers continued until Yami joined in and tipped the balance into Marik’s favor. The bed sheet slipped from Bakura’s hands and both of his brothers and the bed sheet fell into a tangle heap on the floor. Bakura was now half laying, half sitting on his bed showing the Angel induced rock solid hard-on he was sporting to his two amused brothers. Yami grinned.

“Interesting indeed.” He stated stifling laughter

“Mmmhmmm.” Marik stated not bothering to even try to stifle the fits he had fallen into, quickly untangling himself from the pile, he jumped to his feet, spread his legs apart and began undulating his hips in the most hideous imitation of seduction.
“I think he loves him! He wants to touch him! He wants to fuck him!”* Marik chanted as he continued undulating. Yami lost it, his ruby eyes tearing over as he too fell into fits of laughter.

Jumping off his bed Bakura yelled “OUT! OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT!” his dick still aroused and dancing in the air.

Yami pointed and in the midst of his half shocked laugher he managed to say: “Look! Look Marik! The Angel dust made it immortal! Angel penis!” making both he and Marik fall even deeper into giggle fits.

Bakura was fuming red, stuffing himself back in his pants he bolted after his brothers, but being that Yami was from The Core (in other words the plains of hell) he was up and out of the door before Bakura could even take a step, leaving Marik in the dust.

Marik blinked and then bolted, unfolding his wings and flying off at top speed as soon as he got the space. Bakura stood there seething, his hands clenching and unclenching as his tail slapped the earth from side to side like that of an irritated cat.

/You can’t run forever you know! / he sent out to them telepathically, before turning around and re-entering his PRIVATE chambers to complete his business.

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*Yes…I admit, these lines were sooooooo totally influenced by Miss Congeniality…So I disclaim them! Go find somebody else to sue assholes…

K, well that’s it…^_^ hoped you enjoyed it. Don’t forget, if you’re interested the review button is right there...Don’t forget to leave some ideas.

Chow now.