|Title: Retrieving Destiny
Author: Murasaki Rose
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.
1,804 words | 2nd draft - 2,047 words
Stepping into his light's tent, Marik grimaced at the sorry state of the teen's bed, the flimsy thing was barely suitable for one to even sleep on and absolutely worthless for what he had planned. Using his magic, the young tomb builder easily fixed that problem, tossed his light down onto the wider and much more comfortable surface, then sealed the tent from intrusion and exit, as well as from sound.
Taking in his beautiful light's furious expression, the darkness decided it would be safest to maintain a bit of distance for now and unbound the teen with another wave of magic. Once free Malik immediately curled his legs beneath him and prepared to pounce in attack when Marik suddenly unfurled his wings, stopping the teen in his tracks.
Knowing the source of the teen's fascination, Marik stretched his dark purple wings out to their full length, allowing the other male to get a good look at them while he undid the sash around his waist, allowing his coat to fall open again.
For his part, Malik couldn't help but stare in awe at the man before him. At first it was his wings, which seemed to be made of a type of living, tattered fabric, continually undulating even as the man remained still and once he was able to take his eyes off the amazing wings, Malik found his attention drawn to the gorgeous specimen the wings were attached to. Still dressed in a mid-thigh length shenti, the broad-chested, caramel-skinned male wore little else save gold armbands, arm bracers, choker and leg bracers. The man had long, blond hair the same color as Malik's but instead of laying flat, spiked up from his head and they even shared the same lavender eye color, but the handsome stranger before him seemed to have no visible pupils.
"Who are you?" he finally managed to ask as that same, deep-seeded part of him that had been looking forward to something coming, something important, and something just for him, was suddenly screaming that THIS was what he had been waiting for.
The yami couldn't help but smirk at his stunned hikari, "I am Marik, tomb builder for per-aA Atem. I am also your kkwy, the one meant to be with you and your eternal soul mate," he purred dropping his coat off his shoulders to the floor.
"What exactly is a kkwy?" Malik asked, still eyeing the other man suspiciously, he wasn't about to let his guard entirely down no matter what his senses told him.
"A darkness is a human-like being born from a human or some other magical being. When our bodies reach the beginning stages of adulthood, we develop wings that vary in shape, style, form and color depending on strength, personality, and region of birth. The size and complexity of the wings is an indication of power, so the more powerful a kkwy is the larger and more elaborate their wings are in proportion to their body." Marik explained, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and stifling a chuckle as Malik scrambled to the other side.
"So why did you grab me? Or is being a psycho part of being a darkness?" the teen asked, ending his question on a snarky sarcastic tone.
Again Marik smirked at his feisty mate. "Well you see beautiful one," he started, enjoying the blush that crossed Malik's cheeks, "Every kkwy is born with a soul mate. This person is their perfect companion, their akhu, their light. An akhu gives a kkwy their reason for living; they are one person that will make them happiest just as the kkwy is the one who will make the akhu the happiest. An akhu and kkwy always know one another on sight, a feeling of completion and rightness filling them when they meet." Marik explained further, scooting just a little closer to the skittish teen as he noticed the recognition in the boy's eyes "And you are MY akhu," he declared, leering at the teen on the bed.
"WHAT?!" Malik shouted staring wide-eyed at the spiky-haired lunatic.
"And to answer your second question: No, being a psycho is not a part of being a darkness. I'm just a little, enthusiastic." he purred the last word, pouncing on the teen and pressing their lips together.
Malik yelped and tried to push the taller male off, but Marik simply took advantage of the boy's open mouth to plunge his tongue inside quickly, seeking out Malik's own tongue and prodding the teen into reciprocating. For a moment the teen stubbornly refused to respond but soon his instincts and hormones combined to overwhelm him and he joined the other man in a fierce battle of tongues. Marik growled approvingly into the teen's mouth moving one hand up to fist in the soft cornsilk blond tresses of his hikari. Not one to be outdone, Malik fisted both hands into Marik's own spiky hair, tugging almost painfully on the stiff strands tangled between his fingers.
Pulling away, Marik snarled his approval and removed his hand from Malik's hair to sit up and get the leverage he needed. Fisting both hands in the teen's shirt, Marik pulled hard, tearing the material away to reveal the smooth, toned chest of his light to his eager eyes. Groaning in arousal at the gorgeous sight, he leaned back down and pinning the teen's shoulders to the bed, tilted his head to the side and sunk his teeth into the vulnerable flesh.
Malik howled, the combined pain and pleasure arousing him to new heights and feeling the intense urge to reciprocate, the teen locked his arms around Marik's neck and pulled him down within reach then sunk his own teeth into the darkness' shoulder. It was Marik's turn to howl this time, the yami grinding his hips against the teen's to show him just how much he'd appreciated the rough treatment from his hikari. Malik moaned and bucked up, returning his yami's motions and nearly leading the two into an early end, but fortunately for them both, Marik retained enough control to stop and raise himself back out of range, earning himself a frustrated whine from the lavender-eyed teen below him.
"Patience, my light. You'll reach completion soon enough," he promised the teen and grinning darkly down at him, he banished their clothing leaving their heavily aroused bodies completely bare to the other's eyes. Reaching down he began pumping his light's heavy arousal with torturously slow motions making Malik writhe and try to buck into the other's hand in an attempt to make him move faster, but the yami had no such intentions. His light would not cum until his cock was buried deep within the teen's body. Continuing his torturously slow strokes, Marik maneuvered himself between his light's legs, spreading the soft thighs wide in preparation for what was to come. Malik, feeling exposed despite the pleasure he was receiving, attempted to close his legs together, but was blocked by Marik's body in between them. Thoroughly embarrassed, Malik may have blushed, but with the flushed state of his face, it was impossible to tell.
Conjuring up a small container of oil, Marik lowered his head, lapping gently at the tip of Malik's' cock, and gaining a screech from the impassioned teen. Worried he might push his hikari over the edge too soon; he released the teen's painfully hard cock and inserted two oil-covered fingers into the boy's virgin entrance.
Groaning, Malik fidgeted for a moment before deciding that he liked the feeling and began to move on to the invading digits. Thrilled with his reaction, Marik grinned and continued to carefully stretch his beloved light, smirking when the boy whined when he removed them entirely.
Giving the teen a slightly manic smile, Marik lifted him up by his firm buttocks and plunged in deep, beginning a rough thrusting motion that soon had the lavender-eyed teen moaning in delight. Not one to lay idle, Malik wrapped his arms around his darkness' neck and back and began bucking his hips up to meet every thrust from the man above him and all too soon the wild, synchronized motions brought the mated pair to a howling climax.
They lay there panting for a few moments until Malik surged up suddenly, pushing Marik off and out of him. The hikari quickly followed, pouncing on top of his darkness and leaving a series of bite marks across the broad, tanned chest beneath him.
Marik purred under the teen's rough treatment, calling out words of encouragement to the eager teen above him and through half-lidded eyes, he could just make out the transparent outlines of the other teen's flowing wings and couldn't wait to see them fully formed.
Unlike his darkness, Malik seemed content to take a little more time with his mate, slowly moving back up his chest to soothe the bite marks he'd made with gentle kisses and soft strokes from his tongue. In the meantime, the lavender-eyed teenager had found the same jar of oil that Marik had used, and was coating the fingers of one hand as his other explored. To keep his darkness distracted while he worked, he continued his pattern of biting and then soothing the abused skin, bypassing his yami's painful arousal entirely, some hidden instinct warning him that if he were to touch it, things would end too early for them both.
Marik was so lost in his light's touch that he barely felt the teen's slender fingers sliding and stretching his own opening in preparation but he was suddenly VERY aware when his light plunged deep into his body. The almost overwhelming pressure he felt on his cock forcing Malik to pause long enough to stop himself from cumming immediately. When he regained his control, the teenage hikari began to move, his thrusts starting out slow but quickly gaining momentum as he got the hang of it. Marik hissed and moaned then, like his light had before, began bucking up in rhythm with his lover, forcing the boy's cock deeper into his body each time. Moving frantically together once more the two males came a howling climax, this one followed by a burst of light that signaled the full formation of Malik's own wings.
As the teenager settled against his chest to fall asleep, Marik brushed sweat soaked bangs away from Malik's sleeping face, then conjured a blanket to cover their bodies and closed his eyes, joining his mate in slumbering bliss.
Entwined together with his mate on their own bed, Yuugi felt a strange surge of energy. It was similar to the ones he'd been feeling the last several days, but this one seemed different somehow.
"Marik and Isis have completed the bonds with their akhu. Now the last of us are complete." Atem said, partially answering Yuugi's unspoken question.
"Why did it feel different this time?" the hikari asked curiously.
Atem considered it for a moment before answering. "I believe it felt different for several reasons: First, our bond has been strengthening over the last several days and your own powers have been growing stronger as they awaken. Second, Isis and Marik are siblings; there may have been some form of resonance between them that would not have occurred with anyone else. Third, and the most likely reason, they were the last to be released and also the last of my court that had still not bonded with their lights. It is entirely possible that we now share a special bond that we did not have in our prior lives."
Yuugi nodded, pleased that his mate had given him such an in-depth explanation. He felt that the more he learned about magic the better he would be at both learning and practicing it so any information was quite welcome to him. Atem agreed with his line of thought and was more than happy to explain anything magic in nature to his light just as Yuugi was happy to explain modern customs and creations that he had never been exposed to.
Closing his eyes, Yuugi hummed happily and nuzzled Atem's chest, "I'm glad the four of them aren't lonely anymore."
"As am I, ari." Atem agreed, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his mate's head.
November 30, 2008