Title:  Retrieving Destiny
Part:  16/23
Author:  Murasaki Rose
Beta:  none
Genre:  Romance/Fantasy/AU
Rating:  NC-17
Spoilers:  Yami Yuugi's real name
Warnings:  Yaoi (male x male), Yuri (female x female), 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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Having felt somewhat harassed by the frustratingly elusive presence all day, Ryou was both surprised and relieved when it suddenly left after after dinner.  Confused and a little disappointed, the silver-haired teen had shaken it off and settled in to enjoy the festivities with his friends.

"Looks like Anzu's made a friend," Malik commented, tilting his head in the direction of the brunette teen.  She was seated next to Yuugi with an enthusiastic, forest green-eyed Egyptian girl curled against her side.  The three of them were watching intently as Atem and Yuugi's grandfather engaged in an intense game of Senet (1).

"Hmm, I don't remember seeing her before" Ryou replied, trying to figure out why the girl seemed so familiar to him.

Malik shrugged, "That's because you probably haven't.  Rishid told me that their group arrived yesterday and spent pretty much the whole time getting briefed on their duties and other stuff."

"Oh, that explains it," Ryou replied absently, watching as Dartz' daughter Chris bounced over to Hanasaki to give him a hug, then skipped back off to play in a rush.  The brown-eyed teen found it very strange and a bit disturbing that a man old enough to have a nine year-old child was romantically involved with his eighteen year-old friend.  But Hanasaki-kun didn't seem to be bothered by the age difference and was clearly enjoying the older man's attention.  Why the gray-eyed teen wasn't bothered that Chris kept calling him "Mommy" was anyone's guess, but only Ryou, Malik, Honda, and Mai-san seemed to think it was odd.

Speaking of Honda . . . "Have you seen Honda-kun lately?" he asked his lavender-eyed friend.

"I know he went looking for Seto and Jou not too long ago," the Egyptian teen laughed suddenly, "I bet he's somewhere trying to scrub the images from his eyes."

Ryou blinked at his friend in surprise before he had a revelation and began to laugh as well knowing Seto and Jou, Malik was probably right.  "You may be right, Malik-kun," he said standing up.  "Let's go over and watch Sugoroku ojiisan cream Atem-kun, huh?"

Malik slapped his hands on his knees and stood as well, "Sounds good to me!"

The rest of his evening passed quickly and while Ryou thought he saw a few more familiar yet at the same time unfamiliar faces in the crowd but he just chalked it up to the sheer number of people working at the site.  Though some of the familiar ones did give him friendly smiles in passing that had him wondering if they'd met somewhere before hand.

Happy and tired, he stumbled into his tent completely unprepared for what was waiting for him inside . . .

"Ii hsi antyw nfr akhu (2)," Bakura greeted the teen, sealing off the tent from both sound and intrusion.  He had no intentions of letting Ryou escape, or of having anyone interrupt them.  While the teen had been out relaxing with his friends, the silver-haired darkness had been using the time to prepare Ryou's tent, first making the interior larger than the exterior before creating a comfortable and sensually appealing atmosphere, complete with incense, a hedonistically comfortable bed, and soft lighting from magically lit lamps.

'Welcome to my parlor,' Ryou thought nervously, staring in awe at the gorgeous man coming over to him.  It was the man from his dreams!  Every detail, from the deep, husky voice to the huge, black bat wings was standing right in front of him wearing nothing but a long, red cloak, knee length shenti, a pair of sturdy leather sandals, and gold bracers on his arms and lower legs.

A confused Bakura watched as the pale teen pinched his arm hard and yelped, then began shaking as he stared wide-eyed at the darkness in front of him.  'Oh my God, I AM awake.  I'm not dreaming, he really is here.  I can't believe this!" Ryou panicked, curling forward and grabbing fistfuls of his long hair.

Concerned by his light's sudden panic, Bakura grabbed the still shaking teen and drew him into his arms, delivering a fierce kiss to the teen's trembling lips.  Feeling the boy relax just a fraction he began scattering soft kisses across the teen's forehead, his eyelids, then skimming across his cheekbones and down to his chin before returning to his soft, pink lips.  Feeling the teen relax completely, Bakura moved one arm down to wrap it around Ryou's slim waist and the other one up to tangle his fingers in the soft silver strands of Ryou's hair at the base of his neck.

Ryou literally purred at the touch, arching his body against the taller man's and releasing his hair to wrap his own arms tightly around Bakura's broad back.  Deciding that explanations could wait until later, Bakura slipped the hand on Ryou's waist under the teen's shirt, eagerly exploring the warm skin beneath.  Ryou hummed his approval, opening his mouth to let his tongue slip out and lap delicately at the firm lips pressing against his own.

Surprised and delighted, Bakura granted the teen entrance, welcoming his light's inquisitive tongue with his own and engaging the boy in a sensual dance between the two oral muscles.  Taking a chance that Ryou might tense up again, Bakura removed his hand from Ryou's hair and slid it down his back until it came to rest on one firm, lightly curved buttock.  Ryou made a slight, sharp inhale but made no protest, instead moving his own hands up Bakura's shoulders to slip them under his cloak.

It was Bakura's turn to purr as delicate hands caressed his shoulders while pushing his cloak out of the way, smiling against his mouth as the teen made a muffled irritated noise when the garment caught in the crook of the darkness' arms.  Pulling away from his impatient light, Bakura finished removing his coat for the teen who smiled mischievously as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing his long silver hair about and giving his darkness a sexy grin.

Ryou didn't know what had come over him, never in his life had he ever imagined himself behaving in such a bold manner, especially with someone that previously had only been a character in his dreams.  But from the moment the man's lips had touched his, Ryou had felt something in him shift, the same part of his very soul that told him that this man was the source of the comforting/annoying feelings he had been experiencing all day, had instantly told him that this man was HIS.  Then Ryou's teenage libido had promptly picked up on the urge to claim the other man as his own in EVERY way and the teen found himself reacting to even the lightest touch in an amorous and aggressive nature.

Growling in his arousal, Bakura scooped his sexy light up into his arms, making the teen giggle happily and dropped him onto the plush bed, pouncing right on top of the boy.  Ryou reached up eagerly, pulling himself up with one arm around Bakura's neck and stretching the other to stroke the length of Bakura's wing from the base all the way up to the clawed joint and back down again to rub against the base.

"By the gods!" Bakura groaned, all but collapsing on top of his light, his face buried in the other's shoulder.  The smaller teen's eagerness to explore having led him to one of the most sensitive places on a kkwy's, akhu's, or ms-n hwi's body.  Ryou blinked in surprise at the larger male's intense reaction, then grinned, realizing that he'd found a very, very good place.  Filing the information away for later, the slender teen slowed his touch before finally moving his hand back to Bakura's other shoulder, allowing the other male to regain his control.  Giving his mischievous light a sharp nip to the crook of his neck, one which unexpectedly earned him a coo in response, Bakura lifted his head to smirk down at the teen.  "Still as curious and eager to learn as ever, aren't you?" he asked to the confusion of the brown-eyed teen.  He wasn't allowed to dwell on it long though as an eager Bakura lowered himself to rest his body flush against Ryou's before he took claim of the boy's mouth once again.  Ryou moaned happily into his mouth, curling his tongue around Bakura's in a lazy duel.  Bakura's hands slid down to Ryou's waist and began working at the fastening of the teen's pants, resisting the urge to smirk when he felt Ryou's slender hands doing the same with the belt holding his shenti in place.  After a few moments of frustrating fumbling, Bakura grew tired of attempting to remove Ryou's pants but, unwilling to separate from the boy, simply removed both the pants and his own shenti with magic.  Ryou squeaked in surprise as his hands suddenly came in contact with warm skin, but he quickly recovered to take advantage of this new development, giggling happily as his hands smoothed over the yami's firm backside.  Bakura smirked at his happy little hikari, allowing the teen to have his fun before reminding him that HE was missing his pants too.

"Oh Kami!" Ryou cried out, his back arching off the bed as the russet-eyed man above him firmly stroked his hardening cock.

"Good to see you're enjoying yourself," Bakura purred, leering down at the writhing teen beneath him.  Releasing the boy's arousal and gaining himself a disappointed whine in the process, the darkness returned his mouth to the light's shoulder, sucking hard at the same spot he'd bitten just moments before.

Ryou sighed and tilted his head further to the side, allowing his soon to be lover full access to his neck and shoulder.  He cooed again in delight when the tanned male above him began stroking his hands down his own pale chest.  After leaving quite the dark bruise on the crook of Ryou's shoulder, Bakura began licking and nipping a trail across the teen's collarbones, leaving faint bite marks in his wake.  His hands had stopping at Ryou's pink nipples to slowly pinch and roll the sensitive nubs, making the teen gasp and wiggle from the treatment.

But Ryou's hands had not remained entirely idle themselves.  While Bakura entertained himself with littering Ryou's flesh with marks, the silver-haired teen was making marks of his own.  Running his hands up and down the broad back, over the firm buttocks and across the powerful chest of the larger male, Ryou periodically would run his blunt nails up the tanned flesh leaving faint scratches in the gorgeous skin, much to the delight of his darkness, who would give appreciative grunts or slightly harder nips in return.

Suddenly Bakura's body moved out of his reach, eliciting a disapproving growl from the brown-eyed teen.  One that quickly dissipated when the other male leaned back down to nip at the crease at the top of his thigh, wringing a loud cry from the heavily aroused teen.  Faithfully following the path the line gave him, Bakura made his way down to the boy's arousal, pausing only briefly to bury his face into the silver curls at the base to enjoy the powerful scent of the teen, before moving to the top of the crease on his opposite thigh.

Ryou whined again in disappointment, but Bakura wasn't one to leave his light hanging for long.  Already his strong hands were sliding up the boy's creamy inner thighs, spreading them wide and massaging the sensitive flesh, much to Ryou's immense enjoyment.  Not letting up with his one hand, Bakura moved the hand that was on the same side that he was lavishing attention to with lips, teeth and tongue, and slicked the fingers with oil he'd summoned earlier.

With great care and paying attention to his light's every whimper and pant, Bakura carefully stretched and prepared the teen for their joining.  By the time he was done, Ryou was nearly mindless from the pleasure when his darkness finally gripped his rounded bottom and lifted his hips up to align his manhood with the boy's opening.  Waiting until he had the teen's full attention, Bakura slowly forged inside, shocked when the slender teen suddenly bucked, impaling himself fully on the yami's thick shaft.

Both males cried out at the sudden action and Bakura struggled to remain still while Ryou adjusted.  He didn't have to wait long before the eager light bucked again, this time to encourage the darkness to move.  Unable to resist his light's demands the darkness plunged into his young lover who had wrapped his arms around his shoulders and his legs around his hips, nearly screaming when Bakura found his prostate.  Hanging on for dear life, Ryou's blunt nails left dark scratches down Bakura's back in his pleasure, much to the pleasure of the darkness as well.  All too soon, the pair felt themselves rushing toward completion, their bodies arching hard together as their releases washed over them in unison and unable to hold himself up any longer, Bakura collapsed bonelessly on top of the teen.

"Th-that was . . was a-amazing-" Ryou panted heavily, stopping when he suddenly realized something important.

"Bakura," the darkness above him answered before he could ask.

"Hmm, Bakura," Ryou repeated the other's name, liking how it rolled off his tongue.  "I'm Ryou, Ryou Masayume (3)."

Bakura chuckled, pressing lazy kisses to the teen's pale throat, "It's good to meet you Ryou," he purred the teen's name out.  Smirking, he rolled onto his back taking the startled light with him and laughing at the boy's pouting face.  Leaning up he took the teen's protruding lower lip between his teeth and gave a gentle tug before closing his own lips around it and sucking.  Ryou moaned and ground his returning arousal against the other male's hard flat stomach.  Behind him, the transparent pair of pure white "angel" wings with silver edging along the bottom that Ryou had just sprouted spread into a dominant stance indicating an impending change in attitude.

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November 28, 2008
-edited May 26, 2009

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1 - Chess-like game played in Ancient Egypt

2 - welcome back, my beautiful light; Ancient Egyptian