[YGO Fic] Follow Your Heart - Chapter Eight
※ Chapter Eight
※ Warnings - None - just remember that this is the unrevised version.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
It was well passed daylight by the time the front door to the Bakura house opened and two figures trudged in, the shorter one carrying a box.
“You know what Yami?” One asked.
“What love?” The one called Yami replied.
“I hate every fucking mortal on the face of this planet.” The one called Bakura replied, “With the exception of three of course.”
“Bakura, you’ve always hated mortals, even when you were a mortal.” Yami replied with a snicker as he closed and locked the door. He felt the other gently pin him to the door and there was a light kiss placed on the back of his neck.
“Yeah well, it’s a common fact. People are stupid.” Bakura mumbled. “And Kaiba’s on the top of my ‘I Hate Mortals’ list.”
Yami sighed in agreement, “At least we convinced him to give us this.” He said, holding the box up slightly.
Bakura nodded, then stopped. “Yami, do you smell sex?” He wondered as he looked into the living room and found nobody there.
Yami blinked for a moment, “Yeah, I do. Guess they went through with it last night.” He smiled to himself. Both of ‘his’ lights had changed in such a short time, they’d both become more aggressive and not so shy. Personally, he blamed Bakura.
Bakura looked thoughtful for a moment, but Yami wasn’t fooled. “I wonder if they had to rape him.” He mumbled, mostly to himself, but made sure that Yami could hear. Quickly, the white-haired fiend ducked away from the slap he was about to receive and he laughed as he ran up the stairs to Ryou’s room.
“Stupid thief.” Yami rolled his eyes and followed after his mate. He caught up quickly as Bakura had stopped in the doorway of the room and was peering inside. Yami joined his companion and looked inside. Yami couldn’t help but smile at the three figures cuddling in the bed. “I’m pretty sure that they were all pretty willing Baku-chan.” Yami spoke softly, as not to wake the three occupants.
“Yeah, damn.” Bakura replied, teasing of course, but that didn’t mean he was done. Swiftly, just as the world’s greatest thief would, he entered the room without a sound and gently plucked Yugi from the bed. Yami followed behind and placed the box on the bed before waking Ryou gently.
“Damn it, why couldn’t the night be longer?” The white-haired boy grumbled irritably. Ryou wasn’t a morning person and Yami knew this well. His grumbling woke the third occupant and Malik opened his eyes, just in time to have a Yami Bakura pounce on him.
“Alright mortal, which one did you fuck?” He growled angrily, glaring down at the poor human.
Confused, and more than a little frightened, Malik gulped, “I-I didn’t fuck either of them!” He replied as his arms and legs were pinned down effectively.
“Oh really.” Bakura spat, “I don’t believe you. Which one did you take?”
“It was Ryou.” Malik replied, wincing slightly as nails dug into his wrists.
Apparently, Malik had said the wrong thing. “You took my hikari?” Bakura practically yelled, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t gut you right here and now.” The fiend growled dangerously low.
Malik looked Bakura straight in the eye, “Because I love them.” He whispered.
“Pardon me?” Bakura mocked.
“Because I love them!” Malik yelled, “And in turn love you and Yami as well.” The Egyptian calmed down as the anger left Bakura’s face and his weight lessened a bit.
Suddenly, Bakura grinned with no malice. “You have no reason to fear me Malik.” The spirit replied before placing a gentle kiss on Malik’s lips and jumping off of him.
“Did you hafta scare him so bad Bakura?” Ryou asked as he rejoined Malik.
“Yeah, you guys are so mean!” Yugi agreed and sat on the other side of the boy.
Bakura crossed his arms. “Just be happy that he passed the test.”
“Test?” Malik replied dryly, “That was a test?” He spat. “Bakura, you always have to do everything ass backwards, don’t you?” He raised an eyebrow at the fiend.
“Love you too Makky.”
Malik cringed, “Damn it! Nobody’s supposed to know about that!”
“Pffh.” Bakura waved his hand, “Marik never kept anything from me.” He said then looked over at Yami. “Give him the box already.”
Yami rolled his eyes as he handed Malik the box he’d been carrying. “Ignore the psycho and think of this as a ‘Welcome to the weirdest relationship about to get weirder gift.’ It took us forever to get it.” He replied.
“Um…thanks.” Malik said and slowly opened the box. Once the lid was off he peered in and gasped, his eyes shooting to that of the ancient pharaoh and tomb robber. “B-but I thought…” He trailed off, not knowing what he’d thought.
“It took us until fifteen minutes ago to convince Kaiba that it truly belonged to you.” Bakura explained as Yami took over.
“We finally got him by comparing what you must be feeling to what he’d feel if Mokuba was suddenly ripped from his life.” He shrugged sitting on the bed.
Bakura flopped down on the opposite side. “We just forgot to mention the fact that you’re other half hasn’t actually left yet.” He shrugged, “Go ahead, it’s yours now.” He motioned for Malik to pick up the gift.
Carefully, as if it would break, Malik picked up the golden object from inside the box. Instantly, the Millennium Rod glowed and at the end of the bed a figure appeared. Malik looked up at his other half, the being he hadn’t seen in almost a year. “M-Marik?” He questioned, tears in his eyes. When he realized that this wasn’t his imagination, he launched himself off the bed and clung to the stunned spirit, burying his face within Marik’s robes.
“Makky.” Marik whispered as he realized what had happened. His arms slowly wrapped themselves around the naked boy and hugged him tightly. It felt good to have his hikari in his arms again.
“Never leave me again, please.” Malik begged, the tears from before slowly trickling down his cheeks.
“I promise my pet, I’ll never leave you again.” Marik whispered. “You have much to teach me and it may take a long time.” He said and Malik looked up at him for an explanation. “You have a big heart pet, but I do not. I’m going to need your help to teach me to love these people.” He whispered, motioning to those on the bed. Malik turned a little to look at the other pairs. The four were talking amongst themselves to give Malik this moment alone. Looking back at Marik the mortal nodded then buried his face into Marik’s robes again.
He’d followed his heart and now he was finally home.
※ Warnings - None - just remember that this is the unrevised version.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
It was well passed daylight by the time the front door to the Bakura house opened and two figures trudged in, the shorter one carrying a box.
“You know what Yami?” One asked.
“What love?” The one called Yami replied.
“I hate every fucking mortal on the face of this planet.” The one called Bakura replied, “With the exception of three of course.”
“Bakura, you’ve always hated mortals, even when you were a mortal.” Yami replied with a snicker as he closed and locked the door. He felt the other gently pin him to the door and there was a light kiss placed on the back of his neck.
“Yeah well, it’s a common fact. People are stupid.” Bakura mumbled. “And Kaiba’s on the top of my ‘I Hate Mortals’ list.”
Yami sighed in agreement, “At least we convinced him to give us this.” He said, holding the box up slightly.
Bakura nodded, then stopped. “Yami, do you smell sex?” He wondered as he looked into the living room and found nobody there.
Yami blinked for a moment, “Yeah, I do. Guess they went through with it last night.” He smiled to himself. Both of ‘his’ lights had changed in such a short time, they’d both become more aggressive and not so shy. Personally, he blamed Bakura.
Bakura looked thoughtful for a moment, but Yami wasn’t fooled. “I wonder if they had to rape him.” He mumbled, mostly to himself, but made sure that Yami could hear. Quickly, the white-haired fiend ducked away from the slap he was about to receive and he laughed as he ran up the stairs to Ryou’s room.
“Stupid thief.” Yami rolled his eyes and followed after his mate. He caught up quickly as Bakura had stopped in the doorway of the room and was peering inside. Yami joined his companion and looked inside. Yami couldn’t help but smile at the three figures cuddling in the bed. “I’m pretty sure that they were all pretty willing Baku-chan.” Yami spoke softly, as not to wake the three occupants.
“Yeah, damn.” Bakura replied, teasing of course, but that didn’t mean he was done. Swiftly, just as the world’s greatest thief would, he entered the room without a sound and gently plucked Yugi from the bed. Yami followed behind and placed the box on the bed before waking Ryou gently.
“Damn it, why couldn’t the night be longer?” The white-haired boy grumbled irritably. Ryou wasn’t a morning person and Yami knew this well. His grumbling woke the third occupant and Malik opened his eyes, just in time to have a Yami Bakura pounce on him.
“Alright mortal, which one did you fuck?” He growled angrily, glaring down at the poor human.
Confused, and more than a little frightened, Malik gulped, “I-I didn’t fuck either of them!” He replied as his arms and legs were pinned down effectively.
“Oh really.” Bakura spat, “I don’t believe you. Which one did you take?”
“It was Ryou.” Malik replied, wincing slightly as nails dug into his wrists.
Apparently, Malik had said the wrong thing. “You took my hikari?” Bakura practically yelled, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t gut you right here and now.” The fiend growled dangerously low.
Malik looked Bakura straight in the eye, “Because I love them.” He whispered.
“Pardon me?” Bakura mocked.
“Because I love them!” Malik yelled, “And in turn love you and Yami as well.” The Egyptian calmed down as the anger left Bakura’s face and his weight lessened a bit.
Suddenly, Bakura grinned with no malice. “You have no reason to fear me Malik.” The spirit replied before placing a gentle kiss on Malik’s lips and jumping off of him.
“Did you hafta scare him so bad Bakura?” Ryou asked as he rejoined Malik.
“Yeah, you guys are so mean!” Yugi agreed and sat on the other side of the boy.
Bakura crossed his arms. “Just be happy that he passed the test.”
“Test?” Malik replied dryly, “That was a test?” He spat. “Bakura, you always have to do everything ass backwards, don’t you?” He raised an eyebrow at the fiend.
“Love you too Makky.”
Malik cringed, “Damn it! Nobody’s supposed to know about that!”
“Pffh.” Bakura waved his hand, “Marik never kept anything from me.” He said then looked over at Yami. “Give him the box already.”
Yami rolled his eyes as he handed Malik the box he’d been carrying. “Ignore the psycho and think of this as a ‘Welcome to the weirdest relationship about to get weirder gift.’ It took us forever to get it.” He replied.
“Um…thanks.” Malik said and slowly opened the box. Once the lid was off he peered in and gasped, his eyes shooting to that of the ancient pharaoh and tomb robber. “B-but I thought…” He trailed off, not knowing what he’d thought.
“It took us until fifteen minutes ago to convince Kaiba that it truly belonged to you.” Bakura explained as Yami took over.
“We finally got him by comparing what you must be feeling to what he’d feel if Mokuba was suddenly ripped from his life.” He shrugged sitting on the bed.
Bakura flopped down on the opposite side. “We just forgot to mention the fact that you’re other half hasn’t actually left yet.” He shrugged, “Go ahead, it’s yours now.” He motioned for Malik to pick up the gift.
Carefully, as if it would break, Malik picked up the golden object from inside the box. Instantly, the Millennium Rod glowed and at the end of the bed a figure appeared. Malik looked up at his other half, the being he hadn’t seen in almost a year. “M-Marik?” He questioned, tears in his eyes. When he realized that this wasn’t his imagination, he launched himself off the bed and clung to the stunned spirit, burying his face within Marik’s robes.
“Makky.” Marik whispered as he realized what had happened. His arms slowly wrapped themselves around the naked boy and hugged him tightly. It felt good to have his hikari in his arms again.
“Never leave me again, please.” Malik begged, the tears from before slowly trickling down his cheeks.
“I promise my pet, I’ll never leave you again.” Marik whispered. “You have much to teach me and it may take a long time.” He said and Malik looked up at him for an explanation. “You have a big heart pet, but I do not. I’m going to need your help to teach me to love these people.” He whispered, motioning to those on the bed. Malik turned a little to look at the other pairs. The four were talking amongst themselves to give Malik this moment alone. Looking back at Marik the mortal nodded then buried his face into Marik’s robes again.
He’d followed his heart and now he was finally home.