Title:  Retrieving Destiny
Part:  9/23
Author:  Murasaki Rose
Beta:  none
Genre:  Romance/Fantasy/AU
Rating:  NC-17
Spoilers:  Yami Yuugi's real name
Warnings:  Yaoi (male x male), implied Mpreg
Pairings:  YYxY, SxJxS, DxT, YBxR, YMxM, HxO, PxC, IxM
Minor Pairings:  BMGxA, BMxK, TxCxH
Disclaimer:  Here we go.  Yu-Gi-Oh and all its characters are the property of Kazuki Takahashi, Shueisha, Konami, Toei, and unfortunately, 4 Kids Entertainment.  In other words, I don't own them and I'm not making any money off of this, I'm just a fangirl having some fun.
A/N:  "text" = speech, 'text' = thought, ((text)) = telepathy

Summary:  While assisting his grandfather on an excavation in Egypt for their senior class trip, Yuugi and his friends unleash seven powerful beings from their millennia-long imprisonment.  These strange creatures, who call themselves "darkness", will bring about a series of life-changing events for the close-knit group of teenagers.

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Hidden deep within the shadows, a pair of dark blue eyes watched fondly as Seto Kaiba stalked away from his tent after having promised the one within he'd return shortly.  Not knowing why the teen had left, but unwilling to let such a fantastic opportunity pass him by, the darkness silently slipped into the still occupied tent.  There he found Jonouchi changing into his nightclothes with his back to the entrance with a small flashlight functioning as his only source of lighting.

"That was quick.  I guess they didn't have anything that would help, huh?" the blond spoke, not bothering to turn around as he finished dressing.

"No, but I have an idea that might work," Seth replied, stepping out of the shadows and into the dark tent.  He had been surprised when Jou had began talking to him as no one should be able to detect him in the shadows, but he had quickly remembered that Jono was one of the few people he could never disguise his presence from.  Coming up behind the blond teen, he wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close, burying his face into the silky golden locks of his reincarnated husband and silently praising the gods for this second chance.  He had been shocked and horrified when he'd learned what had become of the others and how much time had passed since he had been sealed.  So many innocent lives lost, so much suffering . . . and all for one xenophobic bastard's grand scheme!

Sensing his mood Jonouchi squeezed his hands in comfort, prompting the Priest to drop a gentle kiss on to his neck.  He could always count on Jono . . . or should that be Katsuya Jonouchi?

Turning in his arms, Jou grinned up at the man he thought was his lover, "You gonna share yer idea or am I gonna have ta guess?"

"Guess," Seth replied, leaning down and capturing the smiling mouth with his own.  Jonouchi eagerly responded to his lover, opening his mouth to allow the other inside to engage in battle, absently noting in the back of his mind that "Seto" seemed to be wearing a new cologne.

"Gomen, pup.  They didn't have anything that wouldn't knock you out until next week," Seto apologized, entering their tent with lantern in tow.

The sound of his boyfriend's voice broke through the pleasant haze Jonouchi was in, confusing the hell out of the poor teen.  Wasn't Seto already back?

"WHAT THE HELL?!!!" Seto roared, coming to Jou's side as the blond scrambled away from the strange man he'd been kissing.  A man who looked and sounded almost identical to Seto Kaiba.

Brandishing his lantern like a weapon, Seto pushed his boyfriend behind him protectively and glared darkly at his doppelganger.  The imposter was dressed in ancient Egyptian costume, his dark auburn hair and sapphire blue eyes peering out from under a tall blue hat with a golden cobra in front and gold rays covering the side and back of his head.  His darkly tanned skin bore gold arm bracers and armbands and covering his tall, sleek frame was a blue tunic that was tied at the waist with a gold belt with gold shoulder pieces and a large gold ankh on the chest, over a floor length light tan shenti (1).  Topping off the strange look were the large black, draconic wings folded against his back.

"Greetings Seto Kaiba and Katsuya Jonouchi.  I am High Priest Seth, Seto's kkwy and Katsuya's husband." he said pleasantly, bowing politely to his beloveds.

"I don't have a husband!" Jonouchi howled indignantly.  First this guy pretends to be Seto and gets him to kiss him and now he said they were married?!

"I don't care who the hell you think you are, but I'm seeing to it that you never come near either of us again!" Seto threatened, backing away from the apparently disturbed man in costume while dragging his wide-eyed lover towards the exit, intent on putting as much distance as possible between them and the lunatic.

Acting quickly the High Priest sealed off the tent blocking anyone from entering or exiting.  Then remembering his cousin's warnings, he blocked sound from exiting as well before binding his light and husband in shadows and suspending them from the ground in mid-air to prevent them from accidentally harming themselves.  As expected, the two immediately began yelling and thrashing as they attempted to free themselves from their bindings.

"Calm yourselves.  It is of no use struggling, until you have learned how to wield your magic, you will be unable to free yourselves" he told them, making eye contact with both teens.  Unfortunately for Jonouchi this mess was the final straw and, his mind and body unable to cope any longer, the over-stressed blond started to hyperventilate.  Both auburn-haired males panicked and as Seto tried to verbally calm him, Seth came over and gently placed a hand to the curve of the blond's cheek.

"htp (2) Jono.  htp hr s-h3 (3)," the tall darkness intoned, softly stroking Jou's hair as his eyes reluctantly slid closed.  Releasing him from the shadows, Seth took the blond in his arms and carried him over to the cot, making sure he was comfortable before returning his attention to his light.

"What did you do to him?!" Seto snarled furiously at the priest, straining futilely at his bonds.

"Relax antyw akhu.  All I did was cast a sleep spell on him coupled with a memory spell.  Neither will harm him."  Seeing denial blaze in crystal blue eyes, he explained further, "Katsuya has been reliving pieces of his memories as Jono for some time.  Having actual people and items from his past continually reappearing has been quite upsetting for him.  You know this, nhy hm-ntr (4)."  Seth stifled a chuckle at the indignant glare the nickname earned him, there had been a spark of recognition in those bright blue eyes.  "Now as he sleeps, our beloved ms-n hwi shall regain his whole past and knit the two lives together."

Seto continued glaring at Seth before finally stating, "You're insane."

"And you are in denial," Seth rebutted, lightly poking the teen's nose with an index finger.  "Thanks to that bastard sorcerer, all our kind:  kkwy, akhu, and ms-n hwi alike, went into hiding, leaving future generations ignorant to what they were and blind to the abilities we were blessed with.

Now if you are ready to listen, I will release you and we will talk."

"Fine," Seto relented unhappily.  He didn't like being forced into any situation, but this guy had done something to Jou and it was best if he play along until he could be assured of the blond's safety.  Besides that, he was fighting the urge to wrap his arms around the other man and never let go, something he had only felt with Jonouchi before.  As soon as his feet were firmly back on the ground, Seto wasted no time in returning to Jonouchi's side, seating himself on the floor next to the cot and glaring defiantly up at the supposed High Priest.  "When ever you're ready," he growled testily.

'Stubborn, possessive, and over-protective.  By the Gods, he is my light,' Seth thought, smiling warmly at the surly teen.  Removing his headdress, Seth shook out his dark auburn hair, then sat down on the floor next to his distrustful light.  "You Seto Kaiba, are what my people called an akhu, a hikari in your language.  And for every akhu born there was a kkwy, a yami.  The two were soul mates, destined to search one another out and share a bond like no other."  He smiled at his light, "But sometimes . . . sometimes a yami and hikari would find another mate.   Someone that fit them both so well, that the three of them would form a union.  My Jono, now your Katsuya, is one of those rare cases.  I met him when I was nine and was instantly enamored with him and when you came along eight years later, you were equally infatuated."  He raised an eyebrow at Seto's disturbed expression, "It was an innocent love, one that morphed into a more adult love when we were old enough," he sighed wistfully, "Jono and I were looking forward to the day when your love would mature, but were happy watching you grow up with some of the other akhu."

"Other lights?" there was no way the man could know.  "How many were children?" the pale teen asked, his disbelief starting to waver.  This man couldn't possibly . . .

"There was you who were five, Rasui who was eight, Malik was eleven, and the Pharaoh's infant akhu, Heba."  Seth answered honestly, watching a chink form in the armor of Seto's denial.  "Just hours before the attack, you and Rasui had been playing with the young Atlantean princess, Chris."

"Then you really are . . ." Seto trailed off, his mind and voice failing him.  He knew who this was.  Jonouchi had told him everything he had dreamed about down to the last detail.

Smiling softly, Seth leaned in slowly tilting the pale teen's face upward with a gentle hand beneath his chin, "Your darkness and your mate, " he breathed, connecting their lips in a chaste kiss.

A bolt of desire shot through the Japanese teen at the contact, wringing a needy whine from his throat as the other pulled away.  Seto grimaced and mentally beat himself up over the sound, but there was no taking it back.  Seth on the other hand was quite pleased over the teen's loss of control and suppressing the urge to laugh, placated his mate with a firmer kiss, distracting him as he used his magic to make the floor more comfortable.

Seto felt the difference immediately and pulled away in surprise, "How did you-?" he cut himself off, waving a hand at the cushion piled floor.

"Shadow magic, antyw akhu.  Something you will be able to accomplish with your own abilities once trained," Seth answered his curious mate, pushing him onto his back and crawling on top of his prone body.

"You my light, have grown into a handsome man," he purred, working open the buttons of the pale teen's shirt.

Seto snorted.  "Narcissistic much?" he sneered, yet making no move to stop the darker male above him.

Unperturbed and undeterred by the snarky comment, the young priest yanked his light up into a hungry kiss and removed the distracted teenager's shirt.  "Perhaps," he finally answered, nipping lightly at the pale teen's lips.  "But it is our differences I find the most appealing," he continued, giving Seto's lighter auburn locks a playful tug.  Pulling Seto flush against his chest, he reveled in the gasp the teen made as the cold metal of the ankh on his tunic made contact with bare flesh.

Seto hissed and instinctively tried to move away but Seth held firm, enjoying his light's squirming immensely.  Still holding the teen close, his darkness licked and nipped his way down a pale neck to the juncture of his neck and shoulder before settling there to suck hard enough to leave a mark.

Seto's head lolled to the side, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure.  A flash of gold in his peripheral vision quickly reminded him of who else was sharing the tent with them and roused him enough to form a protest, "S-Seth!  We can't do this here!  Katsuya needs his rest!"

Seth smirked, "Katsuya will not awaken until he is ready, no matter how loud we are," he promised as his grin turned lecherous, "and if he does, I'm sure he will be more than happy to join us."

Seto's eyes widened at the idea and a very faint blush (which he would die before he admitted to) colored his cheeks.  Lucky for him, Seth wasn't interested in waiting and had already unbuckled the teen's belt and was working on his button and zipper.  The priest was far too intuitive to let the strangeness of the zipper confuse him for more than a second before he was sliding down the pull tab with his teeth, rubbing his nose along his light's hardening arousal as he went.  Hearing the teen's startled gasp, the darkness buried his face into his hikari's crotch, humming against the rigid cloth-covered flesh.

Seto cried out and fell back, unconsciously lifting his hips to allow his darkness to completely remove both his pants and boxers, leaving himself completely exposed.  Not allowing him time to worry or balk, Seth immediately took the head of Seto's cock into his mouth, humming again as he descended to take more in and wringing a shout from his light's lips.  Seto's hips tried to buck, but the teen found himself being restrained by a firm hand on his hip.  Then the familiar feeling of slickened fingers entering him registered and the pale hikari surprised his yami by relaxing his muscles and angling his hips up in offering.

Groaning in arousal, and getting another passionate cry from Seto in the process, Seth removed his clothing by magic before slowly let his light's manhood slip from his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the swollen tip before grabbing the teen's hips and lunging forward, burying himself to the hilt in one fierce plunge.

Seto's spine arched and his breathing quickened as he struggled to relax around the pulsing cock buried within him.  Releasing a few shuddering breaths, he managed to relax his body, bucking his hips up insistently.  "Dammit Seth, move!" he snarled, spurring his darkness into action.

Growling at his pale light, the yami slowly pulled out then thrust back in hard, smirking when the teen shouted and locked his pale legs around his tanned waist.  Unable to hold back any longer, he began thrusting brutally into his hikari, drinking in the boy's demands for more.  All to soon for his liking, he felt his release approaching and sitting up, pulled Seto upright on his lap.  "Finish us," he ordered, watching with passion-drenched eyes as his light started bouncing himself up and down on his length with a vengeance.

"S-Seth, I-I'm-" Seto tried to speak while driving himself down onto his darkness hard.  He needed more, but couldn't manage to get the words out!  Fortunately for him Seth understood his silent plea and taking a hold of Seto's waist, Seth pulled Seto down on his cock as he thrust up:  once, twice, "SSSSSEEEEEEETTTHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" the teen howled, a pair of ghostly transparent, white, draconic wings snapping open from his back as the light and dark climaxed in unison.

 

November 21, 2008
-edited May 13, 2009

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1 - term used to describe the skirt-like wrap most ancient Egyptians wore.

2 - rest

3 - rest and remember

4 - little priest