Cast The First Stone

Cast the First Stone

Mally-chan & hatochiisai

YAOI WARNING

Disclaimer: We do not own Yugioh. Hato does own Mikado and Ahmose, though.

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Chapter 1

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It had been 100 years of peace, 100 years since the incident with Seto and the evil amulet. During this time the world moved on as if nothing had happened. The memory fading from most... save from the Vatican, through verbal tales of the incident. The only other reminders of the past were either entombed in crystal, a very real reminder... and held in the minds of elves, and the seven friends, unfortunate enough to have lived it through.

The youngest was a half-elf priest. During the adventure he'd lost and gained more than he could have ever imagined. He'd lost his vows, his humanity... and his virginity but he'd gained so much more. A lover, an appreciation for a race he once hated, and friends.

Over the century he'd stayed with his lover in a small village northeast of the Vatican, several days travel. The village flourished with regular spring and fall visits from the elves. Ryou's appearance had changed as he'd aged. His eyes still held their sense of wonder and innocence, but also a muted wildness, a direct result of what he shared with his lover Marik. The spirit of the wolves had permeated his being, and as his village grew, more werewolves sought salvation and baptism... more houses were built, and soon a pack had formed.

Marik had lived thanks to a spell, binding his youth and life to Ryou's. As long as Ryou lived, Marik lived as well, mirroring Ryou's age, only a few years older, since he was a few years older. Malik the elf looked exectly the same. He came to the village often to spend time with Marik as friends, and Ryou as teacher and student. They were, of course, in constant contact with their other friends. Mikado and Bakura still lived in the manor in the woods, where Bakura still bred his priceless horses. Mikado was, by now, an Elite Vatican Agent. While most Elites specialized in one field, with a century under his belt Mikado qualified as a Slayer (vampires), a Hunter (witches), a Ranger (natural creatures) a Scout (supernatural creatures), a Warrior (demons), a Stalker (werewolves) and a Spy (self-explanatory). And a hundred years later, Bakura STILL got upset when Mikado went out on missions, as the boy STILL tended to get in over his head and bite off more than he could chew. But Bakura had to admit... Mikado had made the last hundred years the happiest he had ever had.

Bakura himself hadn't changed much... his manor however had. Over the last hundred years it had expanded, and his servants had attracted more. A small village had begun to form near his massive home, full of humans and vampires. The vampires were servants who over the years had followed Lilith's example. Each had been met with the same reaction; Groans, but welcomes.

Bakura's breeding had split off, as his stables expanded. He now bred Gypsy cobs and cob-zebi hybrids. Zebis being the only 'unicorns' left in the human world (to the human's knowledge) as humans had taken to hunting them for remedies and cures for various ailments.

Bakura had bred a special Zebi at Marik's request, for his little lover as an anniversary present a few years back.

As for the original steeds of Mikado and Bakura... Strigoi and Geist had both grown old and eventually perished. Both vampires mourned the loss of their beloved horses deeply... but had been pleasantly surprised to see that the next generation that the mares bore, revealed two strikingly identical colts.

It was later discovered that their beloved horses had reincarnated, unwilling to part with their owners.

Mikado was visited often by his brother. Yami and Ahmose would go back and forth between the human realm and the demon realm. In fact, Yami had taken to fleeing to the human realm with Ahmose when he got sick of his mother getting on his back for something or another. And Ahmose had no complaints. Whatever she was on Yami about, she often blamed Ahmose for, so she was on HIS back alot, too. And whenever she got REALLY mad, she sent Ahmose away for a couple weeks of hard training under her own Chosen, Azazel.

Yami had received further training in his eventual succession to the throne. His mother was training him on the needs of the kingdom, and had given him the 'honor' of reading and giving the affirmative or negative on any petition, law or tax that needed passed.

Which is why he and his lover were out today. To sneak away from it again. He couldn't have his mother thinking he was TOO responsible.

They rode through the dark woods on Ahmose's mount, Nakhti. As a gift to Ahmose, not long after they were confirmed as Life Mates, Yami had some very powerful demons fuse Ahmose's black stallion with demonic energy, and bound him to Ahmose using parts of Ahmose's aura that swirled within Yami's. As long as Ahmose lived, so would his steed. Nakhti snorted and tossed his head, ruffling black demon wings that were folded on his sides. He knew where they were going, and was looking forward to the pampering he would get when they got there.

Yami nuzzled Ahmose from behind and sighed. "Thanks Ahmose... one more second of staring at that irrigation proposal and I think my mind would have oozed out my ears." he groaned rubbing his temples. He sighed and laid his head on Ahmose's shoulder, letting his wings droop over his chosen.

Ahmose smiled. "Yeah... and I think your mother was starting to get to the point where she would send me off again." He said, chuckling. "She going through menopause or something?"

Yami made a face. "Not something I wanted to think about Ahmose, especially about my mom." he shook his head and sighed. "But she is getting old..." his aura seemed to wilt slightly. "I'm not going to be able to avoid responsibility for many more years..."

Ahmose smiled. "You'll be fine. You make a mountain out of a mole hill Yami, you really do." He turned and smiled. "You know I'll always be here for you, and help you with whatever you need."

"Of course you will... I'm just worried." Yami admitted smiling slightly. "I've still got a good three to five hundred years before she steps down and lives the rest of her days in relaxation. I'm sure she'll be much more livable then." he said nuzzling into Ahmose's neck. "I just worry if I'll be able to lead as well as everyone before me."

Ahmose smiled. "I know you will. You need to relax. You're too stressed. You know, human kings only have a couple of decades to prepare to rule. You have had centuries."

Yami blew a raspberry. "And human kings suck at their jobs, and always end up fighting over petty things like land." he flicked his tail. "I don’t want to be the one in my family remembered because I ordered my troops to fight for land." he kissed Ahmose's neck, tail coiling around his waist. "We almost there?"

Ahmose smiled. "Yes." He said, and a moment later they were in the small village near Bakura's manor. The road went through it and into the trees again. One thing Bakura insisted upon when the village was built was that they kept far enough away for him to maintain his privacy, and had actually built a wall around the place, though that was more Mikado's idea. He SAID it was so the children could play outside without fearing wild animals, but he knew Bakura would like the extra privacy it would give.

Yami perked up and his tail flicked. "Oh good..." Yami yawned and looked up at the moonlight. "Oh... full moon... I wonder if Marik and Ryou are out running with their pack..." he said thoughtfully. "We should visit them too."

Ahmose smiled. "Yes, we should." He said. "But I'm due for another... treatment..." He chuckled, speaking of how he was due for another dose of vampire blood to keep his life, and youth.

Once they reached the mansion, the gates were opened by servants. They were expected. They dismounted Nakhti and the demon-horse was lead off for a horse spa-treatment. Once they reached the door it was opened by a young boy with wide eyes. "Ohhhh..." he grinned broadly. "You must be Yami and Ahmose!" he said eagerly.

Ahmose nodded silently. There were new kids running around every time they came. "Are Mikado and Bakura available, or are they... involvled...?"

The young boy giggled, and it was then Ahmose noticed his little fangs. "Master Bakura and Mikado are in the study, not having sex." he said taking Ahmose's hand and leading him through the mansion.

Yami blinked his head tilted to the side as they followed. '...is he a vampire or do I need glasses?'

'No, he's a vampire. Who was dumb enough to make a CHILD a vampire?!' Ahmose cried.

Once they entered the study, Bakura looked up from his work. "Oh, there you are." he said eyes falling on the child. "Syrus, I thought you were going to your tutor..." he said giving the pale haired youth a look.

"Oh... heh heh..." The boy toed at the carpet. "Sorry master Bakura, I got a little... um... distracted." he said before scampering out.

Bakura sighed and shook his head. "That boy..." he grumbled before looking to Ahmose and Yami. "Come in, have a seat. I'm sorry about that, Syrus is a handful.”

Ahmose nodded. "How did you end up with such a small child as a vampire?" He asked, approaching the desk, hand casually resting on the hilt of one of his BlackFyre Kris.

Bakura sighed. "It's a long story." he said putting his quill back in it's ink well. "About thirty years back, he was born." he began. "He was a brilliant boy, a child prodigy. His mother was so proud... but he was very sickly. Constantly sick or injured. On his thirteenth year, he caught pneumonia and was dying."

Ahmose blinked, then sighed and nodded. "I see. Did you sire him?"

"No, Lilith did." Bakura snorted looking sour. "She and the other maids couldn't stand to see such a sweet boy die. So she sired him and I did not find out until after the fact."

Ahmose blinked, then chuckled. "Ahhh... dear Lillith..." He said, grinning when Bakura gave him a look.

"Yes... but Syrus understands his situation. He wasn't upset at all. He actually thanked her. He was so glad to be able to live healthy and happily with his mother, who was sired not long after, to stay with her son..." Bakura explained leaning his chin on one hand. "He's a brilliant vampire as well. His appearance makes hunting come easily for him. But I also had a warlock make him a charm to age his form at his will, so he could complete chores, and recieve the same responsibilities any other servant had. He is no different than any man."

Bakura smirked. "He prides himself at being a man, even though he's forever a child. But he accepts it in stride, and enjoys both sides of his spectrum. As for Lilith... as furious as I was that she sired a child without telling me, or giving Syrus the choice... I didn't punish her. Syrus insisted that everything was fine, and to this day is as happy as he'd ever been."

Ahmose smirked. "You're running a vampire daycare, Bakura."

"Not willingly." He snorted. "Syrus knows not to cross me." he chuckled. "But enough of that... you're here for more blood are you not?"

"I beleive I'm due for it. And to see my brother, of course. Has he been behaving?" Ahmose asked.

Bakura laughed loudly at that. "Syrus behaves better than YOUR brother." he snorted wiping his eyes slightly. "I STILL have to sling that boy over my knee when he gets mouthy."

Ahmose smirked. "Are you sure he doesn't like that?" He asked.

Bakura's grin broadened. "I like it too."

Ahmose snorted and rolled his eyes. "Thank you, O Master of the Painfully Obvious."

Bakura chuckled and shook his head. "Well get over here then, unless you'd rather Mikado did it this year."

Ahmose opened his mouth to answer, but paused and cocked his head, then grinned. "Speak of the devil." He said, and running footsteps were heard. Mikado burst into the room, blurting the words that Bakura HATED to hear.

"Bakura, I didn't do it!!!"

Bakura growled slapping his own forehead. "What did you do?!"

"I just said I DIDN'T do it!!!" Mikado yelped. "Someone didn't close the gate of the corral, the horses are EVERY where!!! And they may have been loose for hours, some could be MILES from here!!!"

Bakura groaned. "Take care of your brother." he said standing. "Gods." he growled storming out to raise hell among the servants and begin re-claiming his lost horses.

Yami snickered. "Well at least ONE horse didn't wander off hmm Ahmose?" he said smirking.

Ahmose raised an eyebrow. "Nakhti knows better. He has enhanced intelligence, remember?" Then he turned to Mikado and smiled. Mikado grinned back, leaping onto his brother and hugging him.

"Hi!" He chirped.

"Hello, Mikado." Ahmose said with a smile. Mikado turned and hugged Yami, too.

Yami grinned and hugged Mikado tightly. "Hi there brother-in-law." Yami snickered. "Wreaking havoc in Bakura's home are we?"

Mikado grinned. "Always." He said, then leaned over and whispered to him. "Bakura built a dungeon in the cellar... for when I REALLY piss him off... maybe you should try it out with Ahmose." Ahmose blinked at the pair, curious, and oblivious.

Yami grinned. "Sorry Ahmose, change of plans." He grabbed Ahmose's hand and dragged him out the door and downstairs.

Mikado blinked, then burst out laughing.

"What? W-Where the hell are we going?! We just got here! Yami, come on!!!" Ahmose stammered, confused.

"Damn right!" Yami howled dragging Ahmose into the basement before looking around. "Oh god they made paradise..." he breathed, taking in the glorious little sex-dungeon. "You, me, and the chains. Now." Yami hissed turning and pinning Ahmose to the wall kissing him hungrily

"HMNH?!?" Ahmose exclaimed, struggling and pulling away. "WHAT?! NO! Yami! Stop that, no!!!"

"But it's peerrrrfect!" Yami whined clinging to Ahmose. "And Mikado gave me permission!"

".... MIKADO, I'LL TURN YOU INTO A FUCKIN' TOAD!!!" Ahmose howled, his voice echoing through the house, and even Bakura out on the grounds heard.

Yami grinned taking that oppertunity to chain Ahmose to the wall. "HA!" he said victoriously, hands already sliding down his lover's pants.

Ahmose snorted. "Right..." His eyes flashed and the cuffs fell open, and Ahmose stepped away, smacking Yami's hands. "Stop that. I did NOT come here to get fucked in a dungeon." He snorted, though he was quite flushed at the idea.

Yami pouted and his wings drooped. "So cruel... can you honestly say that this idea doesn't excite you?" he cooed, tail slipping around Ahmose's waist as he hugged him from behind.

"Yes." Ahmose said calmly, but a flutter in his aura led Yami to beleive otherwise. Heh... Ahmose always played hard-to-get...

Yami turned Ahmose quickly, repinning him to the wall. "Liar..." he hissed tail slipping into Ahmose's pants. "We'll be fast..." he reasoned. "Besides, when's the last time we had sex in a place we could get CAUGHT? Days!"

Ahmose winced. "Don't remind me!!!!" He howled. Last time, they HAD been caught! He squirmed, but Yami's aura flared and quickly subdued him. Yami shackled his wrists again, and this time, his aura prevented Ahmose from escaping. Ahmose grumbled under his breath. Yami's aura was the only thing he had come across that could render all his magic and power useless...

Yami grinned and looked proud. "This is the best day ever! Escape from work, visiting old friends... and SEX!" he smiled brightly. "I must be the luckiest demon alive..." he purred kissing Ahmose heatedly again, his aura running over Ahmose's body, teasing and tickling him as it held him captive. 'And I know you're having fun...'

Ahmose moaned and shuddered. Ever since that day a hundred years ago when he and Yami were connected, every sexual experience they had was mind blowing. It never got old. It was almost like their first time over and over and over again. Ahmose shivered when his cloak, tunic and shirt were removed, baring his skin to the cool air in the cellar. Goosebumps rose on his skin.

Yami chuckled, hands drifting to Ahmose's pants, lips trailing southward over his chest. "I'll be fast..." he cooed. "You know I enjoy the taste of you...."

The pleasant surprise from mating Ahmose... he'd regained his ability to taste his lover... it only worked for Ahmose, but he was happy with that. His lover had always tasted the most wonderful of any. He undid Ahmose's belt, and pulled the pants down slightly, lips trailing lower...

Ahmose gasped and shuddered. "Y-Yamiiiiii..." He moaned, squirming.

Yami smirked and lips brushed over the tip of Ahmose's arousal. "Hmm?" Yami said, his eyes sparkling in amusement. His tongue slipped from his mouth, just barely brushing against Ahmose's length.

Yami smirked and flicked his tail, the tip teasing Ahmose's entrance. "hmm...having fun yet?" he purred.

Ahmose bit his lip and closed his eyes with a slight whimper, shivering. He refused to answer, just because he was Ahmose, and Ahmose was stubborn about things like this.

Yami's tail slid into Ahmose slowly. "I'm not hearing a no..." he hissed hands wrapping around Ahmose to tease his length as his tail prepared Ahmose for things much better.

Ahmose gasped and shuddered, clenching his fists and writhing against the cold wall. "Y-Yami..." His aura flickered, and barely, Yami heard soft words. 'I love you.'

Yami closed his eyes and sighed contently, his aura feeling like a warm hug to Ahmose. 'I love you too.' it whispered in the sorcerer's ear. He groaned, withdrawing his tail a few moments later before turning Ahmose around to face the wall and slowly pressing into his lover, being much more gentle than the last time they had sex. He liked to surprise Ahmose with tender lovemaking sometimes... besides it ALWAYS ended up heated and rough.

Ahmose's head dropped back with a long, low moan, and Yami scowled, batting irritably at all the hair that was suddenly in his way. He twisted it into a long rope and flipped it over onto Ahmose's chest.

At that precise moment, Bakura walked in and looked them over for a moment frowning. "WHAT are you doing in my Cellar...?" he said in a disgusted tone.

Yami thrust into Ahmose hard, striking his lover's prostate. "hnn... same thing YOU do in your cellar." he thrust again.

"AH!" Ahmose yelped. "Bakura, get the fuck out!!!" He howled, humiliated and blushing so badly, Bakura and Yami could both see it on his back and shoulders.

Yami snickered. "Talk to Mikado." Bakura groaned at that and shook his head turning and leaving. Once the door was shut they could hear the scream. "MIKADO! YOU ARE GOING TO GET THE SPANKING OF A LIFETIME!" Bakura roared.

There was a loudly proclaimed 'Oh shit!' and then Yami and Ahmose heard boots running across the floor above them, and then the sound of a door slamming.

Yami blinked and burst out laughing as he thrust against Ahmose. "Best day ever... hmm?" he cooed.

"Nnnnaah!!!" Ahmose cried, clenching around Yami. "Stop... TEASING!!!"

"NEVER!" Yami proclaimed laughing.

Meanwhile, Bakura had caught Mikado and had began giving his childe a much needed refresher on JUST who was allowed to fuck in their private dungeon.

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Dawn was breaking as the white and tan wolves, along with the rest of their pack arrived back at their village. They had been out all night running and howling at the moon, enjoying themselves.

Once they were in town, the wolves went their seperate ways, and Ryou slowed to a trot, panting softly. He trotted through the doggy door of the home Marik had built and shook out, walking to the bed and laying down, his sleek fur slowly disappearing, replaced with creamy skin.

He stretched and yawned sleepily. "Tired..." he mumbled, yanking Marik's favorite blanket over himself and giggling mischievously.

Marik growled and seized the blanket in his teeth, tugging it off and curling up on it with a snort that was a very obvious 'Mine.'

Ryou giggled and yanked it back sticking out his tongue. "Mine!" he said giggling before tackling Marik and beginning to give him the greatest tummy-rub ever. "c'mon, you know the rule, no fur in the bed."

Marik yelped, then relaxed and closed his eyes, enjoying the tummy rub, his back leg kicking in his delight.

Ryou giggled and stopped. "C'mon now, out of the fur or I'm not gonna groom you tomorrow." he cooed nuzzling Marik and scratching his ears.

Marik sighed and changed to his human form, snorting. "Blackmail."

Ryou grinned and kissed him. "Like you complain." He flipped the blanket over them both, inching closer to Marik and nuzzling him. "How can you? Two naked werewolves... and the drapes are drawn..."

Marik yawned loudly, much to Ryou's dismay. "Hmmm?" He asked.

Ryou shook his head however, and smiled. "Maybe later..." he cooed kissing Marik's cheek yawning as well. "Hey Marik... I miss Yami and Ahmose..." Ryou said after a moment. "and Mikado..."

Marik smiled. "We can always visit." He said, eyes drooping.

Ryou nodded. "Promise?" he mumbled, his own eyes drooping as well. "I'm getting lonesome."

Marik smiled. "We can leave in a few days if you like."

"Ohhh! yes please!" he said scooting closer to Marik and kissing him. "I'd like that a lot!"

Marik smiled. "Then we will..." He said, nuzzling Ryou and kissing him back. "Love you."

Ryou nodded. "Love you too Marik." he said nuzzling contently into his lover and beginning to snooze.

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Bakura sat at the head of the table in his elegant dining room. Mikado sat at his right, and Ahmose on his left, Yami next to Ahmose. A rich creamy soup was before all but Bakura. Yami and Ahmose thoroughly enjoyed it, as did Mikado. Bakura found himself thinking of the first time Mikado ignored his advice and ate food that was too heavy for a vampire's stomach to handle.

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"But it's one of my FAVORITES Bakura!!!" Mikado whined, staring at the lavish feast that had been laid out at the Vatican in celebration of a new Head Councilman. Solomon had finally died a month ago at 82, and had been replaced. The celebration was as much for a new Head Councilman as it was a celebration of the memory of Solomon.

"Mikado, your stomach cant handle it!" Bakura said calmly. "If you eat that, you're going to regret it DEEPLY." he warned.

"What?! I've eaten before, don't be ridiculous!!!" Mikado protested, snatching himself a plate. Bakura just sighed. Mikado was incredibly stubborn, and lessons such as this he would just have to learn on his own. And learn he did. Two hours after consuming the rich, heavy food, Bakura had helped Mikado stumble out of the Vatican and to the side of the stable, where the boy had collapsed, heaving as his body purged itself of the food he could no longer digest. Mikado had been ill and miserable as well as bed ridden with a fever for the next two days, and for a week afterwards could only consume small amounts of watered down blood and milk.

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Bakura found himself chuckling at the table and shaking his head. Despite the fact his childe had been so miserable, he'd secretly enjoyed babying him it had been a much needed break from work for both of them. Especially since neither had spent much quality time together that year.

"So how long are you staying for?" Bakura finally managed to ask.

Yami sighed as he ate. "Not too long... I'm sure mom's already furious.."

Ahmose chuckled. "It's only a matter of time before they notice we're gone and send Greg after us. Then she'll put Yami right back to work and howl at me for an hour or two for being irresponsible enough to allow and assist Yami in playing hooky." He said, and Mikado snickered before he sipped the soup from his spoon.

That's when the group heard the clearing of a throat. "Atemu... your mother requests that you 'get your ass home right this instant before I kick your lazy good for nothing ass'."

Ahmose and Yami froze, eyes wide. Mikado blinked and looked towards the voice. Bakura was already trying to hold back an amused grin.

Yami groaned and his wings drooped. "I think Greg found us..." he mumbled shaking his head.

"Of COURSE I found you." Greg snorted. "Now you'd better get home before your mommy comes and collects you herself."

Ahmose blinked, then chuckled. "Ah, that would be a sight..." He said. "Greg, we're eating. Interrupting dinner was not very polite.

"I don’t make the rules, I'm just doing my job." The reaper snorted. "I don’t even get paid very much."

Mikado giggled. "I thought you were Yami's FRIEND!!!"

"I am, and I'm also a grim reaper." The reaper said giving Ahmose a look. "And I can tell Atemu right now that he needs to get home. It's rather important."

Ahmose snorted. "Yes, Greg. You're the Grim Reaper. Your job is to collect dead souls. NOT chase after Yami whenever he leaves because he can't stand to stay another moment."

Greg gave Ahmose a look. "Are you a grim reaper? No. Do you want MY job? I'm willing to bet you'd rather peel off your skin and crawl through salt. I dont make the rules, I just do my job, and my job is collecting dead souls, and Atemu, whenever his mother calls. I'm not taking that banshee's screeching to save his ass. Piss off."

Ahmose snorted, and Nephile appeared next to Greg to see what was taking so long, behind Yami and Ahmose. Mikado's eyes widened, but an oblivious Ahmose went on. "Then you know why he left. He hates taking that banshee's screeching, and I will have to take that banshee's screeching when we go back for letting him leave. I'll deal and tune her out, as always. Beleive me... Yami NEEDS to get away from her from time to time just to keep his sanity."

Yami coughed slightly, noticing his mother's appearance instantly, thanks to her angry aura. "Ahmose..." he said trying not to choke.

Ahmose blinked and looked at Yami, then looked at Mikado who was staring over his shoulder with wide eyes. Bakura was looking very amused. Ahmose closed his eyes and sighed. "She's behind me, isn't she?"

Bakura snickered and Yami nodded slowly. "Yeah... she's behind you." he said yelping when she grabbed his ear, and Ahmose's, cracking their heads together. "You both are going to get it..." she hissed furiously. "You think you've seen 'banshee'? You ain’t seen NOTHING." She disappeared with the two, leaving Greg to the vampires.

Greg chuckled. "I love my job... it's things like that that make it worth getting up every day." he said pleasantly, disappearing.

Mikado sighed and stared at the empty chairs. "They took your silverware with them." He pointed out, as Yami and Ahmose had both been holding spoons when Nephile took them back. "... At least Ahmose got my blood..."

Bakura laughed softly. "They might NEED those spoons to fend off that woman." he said shaking his head.

Meanwhile...

"Of all the ignorant irresponsible things to do!" She howled dragging both teens by their ears. "You're both in for it now." she hissed walking briskly through the palace. "AZAZEL!" she howled. "BARTIMUS!"

The two demons hurried to the queen, both looking highly amused. She only screamed like that when Atemu had caused trouble.

Azazel smirked. "At it again, dear?" he said flicking his tail.

Ahmose just stood there silently, a look of resignation on his face. He no longer put up a fuss with Nephile, he just bared it silently, almost looking bored.

She growled at Yami, shoving him to Bartimus. "Chain him to the goddamned chair!"

Yami yelped and whined. "But mooooom!" She hissed at him, bearing her fangs and he yelped backing up. "Yes ma'am..." he mumbled looking down.

She then shoved Ahmose towards Azazel. "Have that bad influence dredge Lake Doom." She said sternly.

Azazel blinked before laughing. "Oh goody... he'll love that." He took Ahmose's hand. "C'mon then... let’s get started."

Ahmose blinked, but looked back. "Ma'am, I had to go back." He said, trying to get them out of trouble. "I was due for vampire blood and Yami came with me since teleporting exhausts me too much." He said.

Yami however was whining. "I wanna go!" he whined. "You can’t send him to lake doom without MEEEEE!" he wailed. "NOT FAIR!"

Ahmose blinked again, he had never been given THIS penalty before and didn't know what to expect.

"You could go, if you'd have finished your work!" Nephile howled snarling at her son and causing him to skitter back a bit.

"But mooooom!"

Azazel snickered. "Atemu, don’t you think you're in enough trouble?" he said giving the young incubus a look. Yami hung his head and kicked at the floor.

"Use that stupid unremoveable chain collar!" Nephile snorted. Ever since Seto had put it on him, Yami, nor Ahmose, nor anyone or anything in the demon realm had been able to remove it. But Yami didn't mind it. He called it a rugged fashion statement, and a useful tool for sex. Ahmose and Nephile called it a leash.

Yami was dragged away and chained to his chair, a massive stack of paperwork set on the desk before him. Ahmose followed Azazel.

Azazel chuckled at Yami's whines. "That boy..." he said shaking his head. "So... dredging Lake Doom..." he chuckled before picking up the tools Ahmose would need and handing them to the sorcerer. "No magic." he said calmly before teleporting them there.

Ahmose suddenly knew why Yami had wanted to come so bad. Lake Doom was brimming with naked demons of all variety, and every single one both in and out of the water was deeply ingrossed in sexual activity.

Ahmose looked on, horrified. "And what in God's holy name am I dredging it FOR?!"


"mostly litter… clothing." Azazel laughed. "swimsuits, underwear... you know.., all that stuff that gets thrown off when you're in a hurry."

Ahmose nodded. "No bodies?"

Azazel blinked before laughing more. "The only bodies in that lake are the mermaids and kappas, and they get VERY pissed when their lake gets too full of clothing. So Nephile made a deal that four times a year it'd be dredged." he explained. "Otherwise the mermaids start singing this truly awful song that puts all the demons in this realm in a foul mood."

Ahmose blinked. "... Mermaids? Great..." He grumbled, then sighed and looked at the tools. "These are ridiculous. Can't I just... transform myself and go in and gather it all by hand? It would be much more thorough. These tools will just make it random and I would miss alot..."

"Oh, you won’t miss anything." Azazel said. "And you won’t be using Magic. You'll just be here until you've picked EVERY piece of clothing from this lake."

Ahmose blinked. "And how the hell do you know I won't miss anything?"

"Because you're not leaving until the mermaids tell me the lake's spotless." Azazel said calmly, taking a seat next to a palm tree. "And I've got allll year."

Ahmose snorted and rolled his eyes. "Don't you people have anything better to do?" He grumbled, removing his cloak, tunic and shirt, and then, in a small display of defiance, flicked his fingers and his hair rapidly plaited itself into a tight braid, a cord appearing and tying it off.

"For that you lose the pants." Azazel said calmly. "I said no Magic, and I meant it."

Ahmose tensed, then whirled, eyes glowing. "Hell no." He hissed, instinctively taking up a fighting stance as he sensed a confrontation.

Azazel raised an eyebrow at Ahmose. "Do I need to bring Nephile out here so she can rip those pants off of you herself, and then 'screech' at you the entire time you're working? I'll do it, don’t you think I won’t." he said smirking.

Ahmose growled. "I don't give a damn what you threaten to do. My body is for Atemu, and Atemu ONLY, and I am NOT going to parade around in the nude just to amuse you!"

Azazel snorted. "You say it like any demon on this beach will be paying attention to you or even lusting. You're marked remember?" he said rolling his eyes. "It's called a punishment because you're being punished. Now drop the pants or I'll call my adorable little wife and she can HAVE you, and if she gets you, there's NOTHING you can do but listen, or you'll find yourself exiled, and marked or not it won’t matter." he smirked. "Exiled demons don’t follow royal law... and would likely rape you until you died. How sad Atemu would be if it came to that, just because you wouldn't drop your pants and get to work."

Ahmose's heart clenched at the idea of being raped, but he wasn't one to back down. Despite living among these demons for a century, Ahmose was still very much human and had his own ideas of dignity and what was acceptable, and walking around naked for everyone to see was definitely NOT acceptable.

"Your funeral kid." Azazel shrugged.

Not even ten seconds later Nephile appeared and clubbed Ahmose over the head with a massive spiked club. "You wretched little troublemaker!" she screeched. "If my chosen says to drop your pants you DROP YOUR FUCKING PANTS!"

And now the entire beach was staring. Was that human ignoring the QUEEN!?

Startling everyone, Ahmose whirled and lashed out with his leg, sweeping the succubus right off her feet and sending her crashing down onto her back. "My loyalty lies neither with him, OR you. It lies with your son, and your son alone!"

And all hell broke loose.

That night, Yami was FINALLY released from his chair and was heading to his bed when he passed his mother, Azazel and Ahmose in the hall. He blinked a bit in shock. All three had obviously been in a scuffle. But apparently they'd double teamed poor Ahmose, who looked a wreck… a wet, sandy, tattered, bruised, and apparently singed mess.

He bit his lip and stepped to the side of the hall, allowing his mother and her chosen to pass, before giving Ahmose an odd look. "Pissed them off again didn't you?"

Ahmose looked at Yami through the one eye he could still see through; the other was swollen shut. He was clutching his ribs and had a bad limp. "... they started it." He grumbled, his voice hoarse.

"And apparently they FINISHED it too." Yami said flicking his tail. He shook his head and walked to Ahmose wrapping an arm around him and snickering slightly when he noticed he was missing the seat of his pants. "...nice view." he commented amused. "I always miss the show... why can’t you ever piss them off when I can watch!?"

Ahmose snorted. "Doesn't matter who finished it. I made my point." He said. "God... help me to the bath, huh?"

Yami snickered and nodded. "Of course..." he nuzzled Ahmose lovingly. "But next time... just drop the pants." he said pouting. "I could have seen your pretty ass in posters!"

Ahmose blinked. "You know what that was all about?" He asked.

"Uh yeah." Yami said calmly. "Greg was there... today WAS his vacation day." he said snickering. "He said to tell you to give him advanced warning, so next time he could have a pre-show party."

"I didn't PLAN that." Ahmose said. "I made it quite clear that I would not be showing my naked body to anyone but you, and they refused to accept this. Your mother hit me, I hit her back."

"My mom hits hard." Yami said after a moment. "REALLY hard."

"Yes. She hit me over the head. With a club." Ahmose said as they reached their bedroom and headed to the bathroom.

"Ohh... the spiked one?" he asked after a moment.

"Yes. Hence this." And Ahmose moved his hand and arm. Ahmose's side was badly bruised and there were several nasty puncture wounds from where he clearly had failed to block or escape a blow from the club. Yami had a feeling that it was THIS wound that basically ended the fight...

"She's got a good swing..." Yami said nodding as they walked. "Least she likes you. I graduated from that." he sighed. "If I piss her off bad enough, she just summons up an ice spell." he winced. "Not fun... ten thousand little ice needles flying at you... ouch."

Ahmose said nothing, but when they got into the bathroom, his knees finally buckled and he fell to the floor, groaning in pain. "Well... SHE didn't... come out of it... unscathed either... Nor did... Azazel." He gave Yami a pained smile. "They underestimated me..."

Yami grinned and helped Ahmose to the tub, stripping him. "One of these days she's gonna exile you for treason or something." he snorted. "You really should choose these kinds of battles more wisely Ahmose.." he said softly, beginning to bathe his lover. "Although, I do admire your convictions... they're a bit silly to the demons here."

"They are not silly to me. And beleive me... they threatened me with exile. NUMEROUS times..." Ahmose grumbled, hissing at the water in his wounds. "GOD!!! Ahh..."

Yami flicked his tail and shook his head, leaning over the water to gently clean Ahmose, the chain on his collar tinkling. "Shh it's ok..." he cooed. "Ahmose I just worry... I don’t know what I'd do without you..." he gave his lover a worried look.

Ahmose smirked. "They know that if they exiled me, you would follow me... And they can't have that. They're making empty threats when they say those things. They know it. I know it. I just don't think they KNOW that I know."

"Don’t test them." Yami warned. "It makes us both look bad when you and mom fight like that... you're really disrespecting my family." he mumbled as he worked. "Besides, she'll step down soon, and we can finally not have to deal with her being mad at us."

Ahmose smiled at Yami. "Is her Chosen your family?" He asked.

"Technically, yes. If she were to befall something misfortunate and couldn't rule... he would assume throne until I came of age." he explained. "He's my 'father' parental figure."

"So then I am family too, am I not?"

"Yes."

"Hm. Fine way to treat family. I simply made it clear that she does not have my loyalty. It belongs solely to you." Ahmose said. "... Then she and Azazel attacked me."

Yami snickered. "That's mom. You get used to it after a few hundred years." he said shrugging. "But I think you're officially on break." he said sternly. "Just stay in my room until you're healed. Avoid confrontation." Yami flicked his tail. "It's not like you'll be missing much..." he grumbled tugging at the chain on his collar. "Damn this thing..." he growled. "Chaining me to the fucking chair..."

Ahmose smiled slightly and with Yami's help was soon clean and out of the bath. But blood still trickled from the wounds left by the spiked club, and Ahmose winced at every movement.

Yami sighed and stood retrieving a medical set that he'd had put in that bathroom just for such occasions. He began tending Ahmose's wounds. "You're going to be so bruised..." he pouted. "And I'll be so sex-deprived... You'll be too sore to fuck."

Ahmose smiled slightly, but it soon faded to a look of pain. He just snorted. "And your mother will get to deal with it when you get cranky in a day or two. You always do."

"Well of course! You keep cutting off my GOOD food source!" he whined. "And I have to settle for those tasteless elves!" he grumbled. "One of these days you'll get it. I'll get you back for constantly depriving me of the GOOD stuff."

Ahmose snorted. "Empty threats, my love. You love to make those empty threats..." He said with a slight smile. He was obviously tired, and more than ready to get into bed.

Yami snorted and after he finished he helped Ahmose stand once more, and helped him to their room, where he and his lover laid down and covered up. "Night Ahmose..." Yami cooed, cuddling up to his chosen as always and began dozing as quickly as Ahmose did. Paperwork drained him.

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Mikado sighed, leaning against the wall and staring at Bakura. "Aren't you done with that paperwork yet?" He asked, sounding irritated and impatient.

Bakura looked up and raised an eyebrow, before looking back down and purposely writing slower. "Nope."

Mikado narrowed his eyes. A moment later, a dagger lodged itself into the paper before Bakura with a >thunk< right where he was about to put the tip of his pen.

Bakura calmly removed it and tossed it aside, going back to writing. "Why dont you go play with Syrus if you're so bored."

Mikado snorted, and then said "I'm not into kids."

"That's why he's got the amulet to make him older." Bakura teased.

"Oh, so you don't care if I start sleeping around?" Mikado asked. "Okay then." And he turned and walked away.

Bakura snickered. "Mikado, you're not fooling anyone. I know for a fact that you have no one you're even remotely interested in other than me, and if you'd just wait ten more minutes I'd be done."

He heard Mikado growling. "Oh fine. I have to wait until it's convenient for you. I keep you waiting and you throw a fit."

"Because you keep me waiting over stupid shit." Bakura called laughing. "Like that time you were trying to keep me waiting so you and Lillith could finish that 'build a wall around your home' scheme?"

Mikado snorted and appeared in the doorway, glaring. "Oh, and these papers aren't stupid shit? They'll be here tomorrow!"

Bakura laughed again. "I'll remember that next time I get a pigeon from the Vatican. It'll be here tommorrow."

Mikado glared. "THOSE are important and at times it is imperitive that I respond immeidiately!!!" He cried, frustrated.

"So shut up." Bakura said finally putting his quill down. "Ok. Done."

Mikado threw up his hands. "Thank GOD!!! FINALLY!!!" He cried, to the cieling.

"Oh wait..." Bakura said blinking. "Forgot this one."

Mikado snarled as Bakura picked up a paper, but in a flash, the paper was out of his hand and pinned to the wall behind him by yet another knife. Mikado was glaring, eyes glowing, and growling.

Bakura chuckled. "THAT horny are we?"

Mikado's eyes flashed brighter. "I have been all... fucking... night." He hissed. "And YOU have been sitting there telling me that you're almost done all... fucking... night..."

Bakura snickered and shook his head, pulling the knife and paper from the wall. "Alright alright..." he said tossing that knife aside too, and picking up his quill. "One sec."

Mikado hissed furiously, then turned and stalked away. There was the sound of something shattering a moment later, then stomping footsteps on the stairs.

Bakura chuckled to himself and put the pen down picking up the paper and shaking his head. "I spoil him." he said shaking his head more and standing. He actually had been done hours ago...but had decided to play Mikado's game tonight. Hard to get.

Upon walking out of his study, several servants were standing around chattering in hushed anxious voices, looking at the window that Mikado had put his fist through. They all grew silent and stared at Bakura, eyes wide.

Bakura looked over the window and sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Another tantrum?" he groaned. "Have one of the human servants place an order with the glass maker in the village, cover it with a dark cloth and tell any vampire servants...and their child." he snorted as Syrus just made it inside squeaking to himself about his tardiness. "To stay away from it until it's repaired, and I've had the wizard come recast the darkness spell on it."

They all bowed, murmuring affirmitives, then scattered, obviously nervous. It was never good to have an angry master in the house, even if the master was Mikado. He would get upset, throw a fit, and usually end up doing something that annoyed or angered Bakura.

Bakura turned when he heard Syrus giggle. "And don’t YOU start." he warned. "I get enough childish behavior from Mikado, I don’t need you egging him on."

Syrus squeaked and covered his mouth. "B-but master Bakura...i-it's SO funny...he ONLY does this when he's horny!"

"Now that's not true!" Lillith giggled. "He has acquired Master Bakura's temper over the last few years... he just tends to be more destructive when he loses it!" She pointed out. "And don't forget that Master Bakura teases him terribly!"

"Lilith!" Bakura howled. "Don’t start teaching him that!" he roared. "He's already feminine enough! I don’t need TWO giggling girls outside my door eavesdropping!"

Every servant in ear shot burst out laughing. "Master, perhaps you should see to Master Mikado before he smashes anything else!!!"

"I think he needs a stay in the dungeon tonight..." A servant snickered under his breath to some others in another room, but Bakura heard him.

Bakura chuckled at that and sighed. "Lilith... see Syrus to his mother and for Ra's sake stop TEACHING him to be a nuisance." he snorted and stormed up the stairs. "Mikado!”

His response was the slamming of a door and the clicking of a lock down the hall.

Bakura merely walked to the door and pulled the skeleton key from his coat, opening the door. "Mikado... I HAVE keys. We do this every time. Why do you even BOTHER locking the doors?"

"To make a fuckin' point, asshole." Mikado snapped from where he was lounging on the love seat, glaring into the fire.

Bakura snickered. "Well the point is still, and likely always will, be untaken." he said walking over and kissing Mikado's cheek. "You're giving Syrus a bad influence. Teaching him that being bad gets you your way."

Mikado jerked his head to the side, raising a hand and giving Bakura an irritated swat in the face, snarling.

Bakura caught Mikado's chin in his hand and gave him a stern look. "Do I need to take you downstairs for a punishment?"

Mikado glared at Bakura, before jerking back again. In a flash, he had swung his leg up, wrapped it around Bakura's head and brought it down again. Bakura yelped as he was jerked down over the back of the loveseat, his neck being held tightly in the crook of Mikado's knee, his face mashed into the sofa. "Bastard..." Mikado hissed.

Bakura laughed and flipped over the sofa, hands on Mikado's leg, which caused him to flip to the floor. "Childe of a bastard." he snickered pinning Mikado to the floor. "Now do you want my attention or don’t you?"

Mikado yelped and began struggling. "ASSHOLE!!! You had your fuckin' chance!!!" He howled angrilly. "Let go and get OUT OF MY ROOM!!!" Bakura sighed. Mikado certainly had a short temper tonight, and was now playing the childish game of 'because you turned me away I'm gonna turn YOU away too!'

Bakura snorted and rolled his eyes and kissed Mikado's cheek. "Alright then." he snorted standing and walking to the door. "But if you don’t mind, other people not involved with us live in this manor too, so try to keep your tantrum down." He closed the door behind him and re-locked it walking back down the hall.

~... You're such an ass...~ Mikado hissed.

~I've had 100 years of ass lessons from you.~ Bakura retorted, heading right back downstairs to his study.

Mikado bitched (Bakura heard a few snippets here and there) but about an hour later Mikado emerged and headed downstairs. He walked past the study, not even glancing in at Bakura. He had braided his hair and was wearing a pair of loose pants to sleep in. Bakura heard a door open, and then bare feet on stairs. Mikado was going down to the cellar.

Bakura sighed looking up from his writing. ~I hope you're not intending to sleep down there.~ he said as he folded the paper he'd been writing once the ink dried.

~Fuck you.~ Was Mikado's bitchy answer. Bakura thought a bit. All that was down there was the dungeon, and... great. The kid must be getting into the BloodWyne again. He had a bad habit of doing that when he was ROYALLY pissed with Bakura.

~Don’t you drink all the BloodWyne.~ Bakura snorted. ~It's for special occasions, and your being pissed is not a special occasion, it's a nightly occurance.~

~Fuck off, old man!!!~ Mikado snapped. ~It is NOT a nightly occurance!!!~

~Oh yes it is. Even the SERVANTS giggle when you throw a temper tantrum it happens so often.~ Bakura chuckled. ~In fact some of them even LINK it to when you're horny.~

There was a very long pause. ~WELL IT'S YOUR FUCKIN' FAULT YOU MUSTY OLD RELIC!!!~

Bakura shrugged as he gave the letter to a servant to put on a pigeon. ~Just dont drink all the BloodWyne.~ he repeated once more, heading upstairs to change into his own nightclothes.

Mikado muttered, then uttered another ~Fuck you.~ And then he allowed Bakura to "hear" him popping the cork out of a bottle.

Bakura growled in annoyance, and began changing. Once he was finished he yawned and climbed into bed. ~Good morning Mikado.~ he said calmly, covering up and yawning.

Mikado just gave an irritable snort, and took a heavy pull at the bottle.

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