From Love Comes Great Joy, Part 2

Soft light crawled softly across the horizon before moving at incredible speed with the rising of the sun. The golden rays glided over the darken landscape, bringing light to banish the remains of the night, and slowly drifting up the buildings of Cairo. The sunlight the filtered into a particular room, giving a heavenly glow to the occupants upon the bed.

Bakura slowly open his eyes, trying to adjust to the light, and smiled softly at the colors of dawn. He then shifted his eyes to his tenshi, who had one hand covering his eyes while he slumbered on. Smiling softly at his husband, the yami slowly pulled out of him, wincing as Ryou moaned a bit in pain at the sudden action. He then move off the bed quietly, trying not to awaken his sleeping hikari, and grabbed his robe. Wondering what time was it in Japan, he takes his cellphone while he walks onto the balcony and closes the door.

* * * *

Yami was in the mists of working on organizing the backroom of the shop when the phone rang. Luckily, it was quiet and Sugoroku answered it for him while he struggled with an armload of Duel Monsters boxes.

"Yami," the elder called, "It's Bakura. He wants to talk to you!"

"In a minute," the tri-color teen yelled back, the thrusted his load onto the shelf and climbed down the ladder, wiping a sheen of sweat from his brow, and took the phone from his 'grandfather'.

"Hello?"

"Hey Pharaoh, what's going on?"

"Nothing much. Just helping Sugoroku with the shop while Yugi's in school."

"It's morning here. I keep forgetting the time zones around these parts."

"Did you need to talk to Yugi?"

"Nah, just you. I need to ask of you a favor while Ryou and I are here."

"What is it?"

"I was planning on taking Ryou tomb robbing with me, just this once, since he's been asking me for awhile now. I know the location of your tomb and I was wondering if I could rob yours. Don't worry, I'll make sure we take what is worthless to you and call Isis so she can send an excavation team to get your stuff."

"I thought you already robbed it."

"Just one room. The guards grabbed me and killed me, my soul sealed inside the ring. As far as I know, no one else found it since."

Yami was stunned at this, for he thought his tomb was already found when Sugoroku told him the tale on how he got the puzzle. Thinking about it for a moment, he asked, "That's all you are planning, isn't it?"

"Well... I was planning on screwing my tenshi senseless on your bed too."

"No way in hell Tomb Robber," Yami snarled, "I could care less about the tomb robbing so long as I get what's important to me, but that's just desecration!"

"I can buy extra sheets and use those instead of yours. I don't wanna know where yours have been."

"I don't care," the former Pharaoh growled, "You and Ryou are not to fuck on my bed!"

"Fine fine," Bakura sighed, giving in before the Pharaoh no baka forbids him to raid his tomb. It was a known fact that Yami cursed the place and only those he gives permission to can ever enter without dying a horrible death, "Do you want me to pick up anything special while we're there?"

"My mother's ring," Yami replied after a minute of thought, "Can you get that for me? It's a mix of gems in a butterfly format on a gold band."

"I'll see if I can find it," Bakura looks into the room to see Ryou stirring, "I gotta run. My tenshi's waking up."

"Have fun lovebirds," Yami couldn't help but smirk, "and don't get into too much trouble."

"Yeah right Pharaoh," the white-haired demon stated, hanging up and walking back into his room.

* * * *

Joey had stayed after school to work on his algebra homework with help from a tutor, not wanting to be behind before graduation. Math was never his good subject and he needed all the help he could get, considering that Ryou, his other tutor, was on his honeymoon right now.

"My time's up Joseph," the tutor said, looking at his watch, "We'll have to meet after winter break, okay?"

"Sure thing sensei," Joey packed up his books and headed to his locker for his winter jacket. Walking outside, he groan at the falling snow, noting there had to be a few inches upon the ground. He hated snow, always have, though no one really knew why.

As he walked towards Tristen's house, he thought he heard footsteps behind him. When he turned, no one was there. Dismissing it as his imagination, he began walking again. A few minutes later, he heard them again. Turning around, he saw no one there again.

Getting very nervous, Joey starting walking faster now, noting how the footsteps were walking much faster as well. Now close to panicking, he started to run, turning corners in hopes of reaching his friend's house in time. However, his stalker was much faster and with one swoop, grabbed the blond and dragged him into the closest alleyway.

"Let go of me," Joey screamed, although his assailant had clamped his mouth shut. Once he got to see who it was, the blond duelist began to shake all over.

"If you keep quiet this will be quick," Hirutani grinned, pulling out a knife.

* * * *

Seto had the driver stop by a bakery on the way home to pick up Mokuba's favorite doughnuts: white cream-filled with chocolate on top. Only one bakery in town makes them and he had to go near the bad side of town to get them.

He had to work late again, almost becoming a nightly ritual, and he wanted to apologize to his brother, for as he knew, he won't be able to take him out tomorrow as promised. He hated to break promises, to the raven-haired child, but he did have a company to run. It was better than living on the streets, after all.

"What the-" Seto began, noticing a teen with blond hair being dragged into an alleyway by a taller teen with lavender hair, "Driver, stop the car!"

* * * *

Joey fought with all he could, but thanks to the knife slashes decorating his torso and arms, he was losing the battle very quickly. As it stood now, Hirutani had his jeans down to his knees, along with his boxers, and was undoing the zipper of his own pants. Joey began to succumb to his fear, the memories of his father and all those other rapists plaguing his mind.

"I see many have already taken you whore," the taller grinned, positioning himself, "I'll make they know who you belong to now."

As he was about to violate Joey in the most extreme way, Hirutani was knocked off of Joey by a flash of violet. Too frightened to move or even cover himself up, he listened as the two wrestled, hearing harsh curses and bodies slamming into trash cans and what not. He began to lose focus on the real world, falling into an episode of pained memories, when the combatants spoke up.

"Why do you care? He's a whore, and whores should know their place, for the strongest of their partners is their master!"

"I won't let you touch him. He is mine!"

'Seto,' Joey guessed in his mind, feeling his energy drain because of all the blood he lost.

Seto dodged another punch and followed it up with an uppercut to the lavender-haired bully's gut, knocking the wind out of him. With a kick to the same area, Hirutani fell to the ground and lay still, unmoving. Seto waited a moment, his panting breath becoming white mist in the air, when he heard a small whimper and turn his attention to the nearly-hysterical blond, whose eyes were beginning to glaze over and the snow around him was tinged pink and red from his life fluids escaping his battered body.

"Gods Joey," the brunette whispered, redoing the blond's pants and covering him with his violet trenchcoat. Picking the shivering boy up, Seto raced to his car and told the driver to head for the hospital.

* * * *

"Yami I'm bored," Yugi stated, having finished his homework an hour ago.

"Isn't there anything on TV," the former pharaoh asked, working on some notes for his driver's test later on in the week.

"No," the smaller of the two whined, plopping on their bed, "and Grampa left to go grocery shopping, so there's nothing to do."

Yami turned around as Yugi's head fell back onto the mattress. From the way he was lying down, all sprawled out looking wantonly, even though that wasn't on the tri-color teen's mind, made naughty thought race around his head, his pants becoming too tight.

'Screw the test,' he thought and quietly discarded his shirt, making sure his husband was unaware of what was going on.

Yugi nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Yami lay on top of him, softly brushing their lips together. Parting his lips, he moaned as the former pharaoh slid his tongue inside, caressing his own tongue and encouraging him to duel. Yugi complied, their kiss becoming very heated and not noticing that his pants were being undone. That was, until Yami gripped his growing hardness and cause his aibou to buck his hips, screaming.

"Patience," Yami whispered, grinning, then slid the pants and boxers to Yugi's ankles, sitting on his hunches to look at the angel before him. Yugi's shirt had slid up to his shoulders, revealing his hardened nipples, his body shimmering with a sheen of sweat. His arousal stood at attention, precum lacing the tip and looked even more delectable to Yami. He smirked at Yugi's flushed face, his eyes darkened and practically stated 'Do something before I kill you.'

"You want something to do love," he asked innocently, "I have something for you to do."

With that, Yami engulfed his entire length, Yugi yelling his name as pleasure shot throughout his body. Yami used this as a distraction to prepare his love for what was to come, slipping his fingers inside his love. Yugi groaned, trying to figure out if he should thrust his hips into his husband's welcome heat, or to thrust along with the fingers. He didn't had to wait long, for Yami moved off of him to get rid of his clothing, which seemed a difficult task for the spirit as he shook all over with need.

Sitting up carefully, Yugi helped his yami and in mere moments, he was freed from his confining clothes. Grabbing the hand lotion nearby, Yami lathered his manhood and grabbed his love, pushing Yugi to the wall while kneeling on the bed. Gently, the taller of the two slid the smaller onto his erection, making sure his love was in no pain, until he was fully sheathed inside. Yami waited until Yugi was ready, and with a quick nod from said teen, he slowly began thrusting.

Yugi's head rolled along the wall, moaning at how right he felt with his husband like this. No other could make him feel so loved, or touch him so perfectly. Wrapping his legs around Yami's waist, he thrusted downward, receiving a gasp, then a growl from his soulmate. The two began to go faster, harder, practically grinding their hips with enough force to make the bed bounce.

Yugi cried out as Yami reached between them and grasped the neglected length, pumping it in time with their thrusts. The combinations of thrusts to his prostate and the strokes to his arousal was too much and Yugi came screaming, splashing both of their chests with his seed. Yami grunted, then gave a silent cry as he came as well, thrusting deeper to get it all in.

Quietly, the two lovers slid to their sides on the bed, Yami making sure Yugi's head hit the pillow. They lay there like that for awhile, arms and legs entangled, and just tenderly touch one another.

"Are you bored still," Yami asked, a sultry grin upon his flushed face.

"Maybe," Yugi said innocently, to which he felt his love become hard again inside him. They went at it again until they heard an all-too familiar "Yugi, I'm home! Come down here to help with groceries and you too, Yami!"

* * * *

"It was a good thing you got him here in time," Dr. Mikameru stated, going over his charts, "Another moment, and he would've been too far gone. We had to give him a blood transfusion and some sedative to calm him down. I would recommend keeping him overnight, but I know you better than that."

"Damn straight," the brunette nearly snarled, "I'm not leaving him here with that psycho out on the loose. I'll take him back to my home and alert Mr. and Mrs. Taylor of his whereabouts."

They suddenly hear someone running, and turn to see Dr. Gate stopping in front of them, panting and looking like the hounds of hell where after him.

"What's wrong," Dr. Mikameru asked.

"I was studying Nikore's progress and she had completed becoming a reploid," Dr. Gate panted.

"That's wonderful," the brunette smiled, glad to hear some good news for once today.

"She got so hyper," the purple reploid continued, "she broke free of her room and I lost her."

"What," Mikameru stated, then thought he hears something.

"SEEETOOO," a blond-haired girl squealed, glomping the unsuspecting teen from behind. Seto cried out, almost losing his balance as his hyper sister held on with no remorse.

"Oh there she is," Dr. Gate said dumbly.

TBC

Author's Note: Sorry I cut it off there, but I have to head back home for college on Monday and I have to register and so forth, meaning I may not update for the next few weeks. I'm sorry about that and I will try to make it up to ya in the next chapter. Ja ne. If you are wondering about that last part, for those that watch Revolutionary Girl Utena, Nikore glomping Seto is the same way Wakaba glomps Utena. Ja ne.