From Love Comes Great Joy, Part 4 : Celebration

At a local bar, James Bakura was handing out cigars to his fellow archaeologists, joyful that he was going to be a grandfather. Sure he was satisfied about Ryou and Bakura's relationship and that they wouldn't be able to have kids, but this was like a dream come true. However, he had to bend the truth a little to keep the Shadow Powers and the Millennium Items a secret.

"It's a good thing your son decided to have some gal be a surrogate mother," Micheal Luinsky, a New Yorker, said and raised his glass, "Someone's gotta keep the legacy of one of the best tomb Raiders on."

"Will you knock it off you drunk bloke," William Jamerson from England much like James stated, noting how the American was already drunk, "The kid's been through a lot six months ago, so trying to start over while that wench is in jail was a bit difficult. Besides, `aving a child is a very big step."

"Here here," another said in the background and James sat down to his glass of ginger ale (being the designated driver for the evening), as his friends clinked their glasses for the lucky grandpa-to-be.

* * * *

"Done already," Sugoroku teased as Yami finished his second hot fudge sundae for the evening.

It has been a week and a half since the trip to the hospital and the signs of pregnancy are already showing in both of his grandsons. Dr. Mikameru prescribed morning sickness pills so they wouldn't end up waking up in the morning to vomit and scheduled a scan for them in two months' time.

Now it's a known fact that both Yami and Yugi don't like to eat a lot of sweets, just a few. This being that Yami wasn't a sugar fiend like Yami Malik and that Yugi wanted to lose a few pounds while trying to add some muscle to his otherwise child-like body. Since their announced pregnancy, Yami's been eating ice cream, popsicles, and drumstick by the ton while Yugi's become like the Cookie Monster (author: LOL! I couldn't help putting that in there!).

"It's your great grandkid that wants them," the former Pharaoh glared at the elder, "Do women always go through these things?"

"Indeed they do," the oldest Motou grinned, "Why, I remember the time my beautiful Olivia was pregnant with our first child. She had terrible mood swings and ate liver and onions with a side of gravy for dipping."

"Ew."

"Her breath smelled so bad, I had to ask her to brush her teeth every time she ate," Sugoroku laughed, "but still, it was such a wondrous feeling to know that the life she carried was also the life I helped her to make."

"Wish Aibou and I could feel the same," Yami stated, touching his leather-cladded belly lightly. It still hasn't hit home that Yugi and him created something so special and unique inside of himself and his lovely husband, but he found in a way it was joyous. As a Pharaoh, the greatest time for his kingdom was when his wife bear an offspring, the heir to the throne and his legacy. Of course, if the pharaoh didn't had a wife, rather a husband, then a spell was cast to ensure that the husband would bear a child instead of trying to find a princess to do it for them. He never took into consideration of himself carrying a child and, in a somewhat scary way to his manhood, would like to know first-hand about the miracle of life.

Yugi walked in carrying a bag of Oreos, his face smeared with chocolate and white frosting, and Sugoroku and Yami couldn't help but laughed at him.

"Look who's talking," Yugi snorted, pointing to his yami's face, which was smeared with fudge, caramel, and a bit of whipped cream. Yami blushed and grabbed a napkin for his face to clean the mess off, handing one o his aibou in the process.

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"Which room do you think the baby's room should be Bakura," Ryou asked, holding a catalog that was full of baby clothes, supplies, and furniture.

"How about next to ours tenshi," Bakura replied, still trying to get over the fact he was going to be a daddy without fainting. Sure, he had accepted the fact he wasn't going to have any kids when he married Ryou and all, but this was a bit much. He really should thank whoever granted them this blessing, for he was going to make damn sure that his child (or children) had a better life than him.

"You know, we really should think about moving out," he added, "I'm pretty sure your dad would like his house back now."

"He's rarely home," the white-haired teen stated, "Besides, I'm sure he wouldn't mind us staying here for awhile longer. Where would we go? The rent around these parts isn't cheap you know."

"I'm highly aware of that," the white-haired demon snorted, "It was only a suggestion."

"Do you miss me in bed already love," Ryou asked smugly, looking seductive at the same time as he placed the catalog down and embraced his husband.

"Uh," Bakura's eyes widened, this was new. Ryou never was the seductive type, for usually Bakura was after him.

"Come love," Ryou laughed, taking his yami's hand.

* * * *

Yami Malik decided that the best way to avoid Malik's dangerous mood swings was to go to the one place men dreaded to go to with any woman: the mall.

He tagged along with Isis as she went to the museum store for some antiques. The shop may only have replicas of items from different ages, but that suited the taller Egyptian fine. She was around enough artifacts to be considered ancient herself when she worked at the Domino Museum anyway.

The spirit of the Millennium Rod looked around and notice that they had some new Egyptian stuff in and decided to have a look. He gasped as he eyed a gold pendant with the Sennen Eye on it, for it was identical to the very one me gave Malik when they met for the very first time

FLASHBACK

He open his eyes to complete darkness, as usual.

Ever since the hatred, pain, and sorrow within his hikari's heart took over the Millennium Rod, he could only watch helplessly as his charge was sealed inside his own mind and the demon attacked those around him, including his sister and adopted brother. He fought against the demon before and many times after, but the emotions that created him was too strong, and he always ended up back in the darkness.

As all seemed hopeless, and that he was close to wishing he was never awakened, the demon disappeared. He had lost a Shadow Game thanks to his hikari and the Pharaoh. He was finally free to resume his duties as a yami now. It would take time, but he was certain that his hikari may accept him as his guardian, maybe more than that if he was lucky...

He waited until they had returned to Egypt and things calmed down before appearing into the living world, the first in over five thousand years since his imprisonment. He had found himself in hi hikari's room, late at night, while his charge slept. He couldn't believe how beautiful he was up close, his hair like pale golden silk, his features soft and smooth without a care in the world. He was most certain that his charge was an angel, not a grave keeper that he was being raise to be.

Suddenly, Malik open his eyes when he sensed something in his room, meeting the other's identical eyes. His own going wide, the owner of the Millennium Rod scurried away from him, ready to scream for Rishid. The other quickly covered his mouth from doing such a task, expecting this sort of a reaction from his hikari.

"I'm not here to hurt you nor your family," he said assuringly, hoping the smaller of the two would believe him, "Please don't be frightened. I'm here to protect you."

"Why," his hikari's face scrunched up into a snarl, "You never really cared if I lived or not, so long as you had my body!"

The spirit closed his eyes at those words, expecting him to mistaken him for the demon, and replied as slowly as he could without sounding hurt, "I am not the demon that was born from your heart. I am the one that is your true yami and was the best friend of the spirit of the Millennium Ring."

"Why would I believe that," Malik spat, "You could very well be lying!"

Sihging, the sprit decided to prove it. `In the beginning, Pharaoh Akunumkanon gave his brother, High Priest Akunadin, permission to create the Millennium Items using the stone slab hidden in a temple deep underground. What the pharaoh did not know was that the ritual required the lives of ninety-nine people and therefore, sent his brother off without knowing the sin he was to be a part of.

"The temple was located underneath a village full of thieves called Kuruelna, my home as well as my friend's, Bakura. He watched as those we knew all our lives be killed and their bodies boiled and used as raw material. They used the slab as a mold for the Items, which were divided between Akunumkanon and the high priests, which were used to stop invaders from destroying Egypt.

"Bakura and I, however, couldn't forgive them for what they have done. He had no clue that Akunumkanon or his son, Yami, didn't know the truth and fought with blind rage, doing all we could to avenge our village.

"As time passed, it became more apparent to me that Akunadin had planned quietly to usurp the throne from Yami and place his son, Yami's cousin Setheau, upon it. The power of his item was drawing him into darkness, the fate of all those with weak hearts. One night, I snuck into his room and read his notes, discovering the truth and all his treacherous schemes.

"By the time I found my friend, he had already slain one priest and lost a battle with Pharaoh Yami. He would've died hadn't I rescued him."

Malik listened intently, trying to tell if this identical other was lying. In a sense, there were differences between the two spirits physically, for this one had eyes that weren't as narrow as the demon's and his features were a bit older, giving him a mature look that the platimun blond couldn't help but find attractive.

"It was when we decided to rob Yami's tomb that sealed out fate," the spirit continued, "We were caught long before we could find the Items. As for our punishment, huh, it was the greatest irony of all, as you can probably guess."

"Your souls were sealed in the Items."

The other nodded. "Although sealed for five thousand years, my anger didn't pollute my soul as it did to Bakura. All I wanted, was to be free and..."

"And?"

"...and to, perhaps, gain forgiveness for what I've done."

The spirit turned away then, trying to stop the tears before they could form in his eyes. Malik felt pity for the spirit, having a taste himself of such imprisonment by the demon born from his heart. Looking into those eyes, he could see wisdom beyond the ages, holding a thousand stories waiting to be told, which the demon's eyes never had. Yet, at the same time, he could somewhat see the same kind of psychoticness that both Bakura and the demon possessed, only a bit calmer at the moment.

It was at that moment Malik realized that he had a choice. He could go on living alone, feeling a void that the demon, much as he hated to admit, left within him, or that what this spirit has to offer and perhaps gain something more out of it. He couldn't help but feel a strong pull towards the spirit, but what was keeping him from accepting was the fear the demon left behind.

"It may tale time," Malik finally said, becoming afraid a second later that he said something wrong. Instead, the spirit just smiled.

"You have all the time in the world," he replied, taking off the necklace around his neck and offering it to his hikari, "My name is Marikano, but my friends call me Marik."

END FLASHBACK

It took a few months for Malik to get use to Yami Malik without flinching or jumping in fright around the spirit, but they soon manage a stable friendship before that evolved into the relationship they had today, something he thought would never have and thanked every God for.

Getting Malik knocked up, though was something that shocked the hell out of him, for he never pictured himself as the father-type. Guess he'll have to make due.

"Marik," Isis called out the dazed yami, "I'm leaving."

"Okay," Yami Malik replied and followed her out.

* * * *

Malik was ready to kill his koi when he got home as he eyed the insides of the fridge with a look that could, if looks could kill, burn a hole in the back of it. Every last drop of alcohol was removed from the household so the pregnant teen wouldn't drink and cause harm to the baby, much to the platinum blond's distaste.

"Stupid Marik," he grumbled, slamming the refrigerator door shut and stomping off to his room, "Stupid Isis, taking all my smokes and booze. I'll show them when they get home!"

(Author's Note: If ya don't get why Malik's so pissed, I'll explain. When your pregnant, your hormones are off-balance, which results in mood swings that varies between women, or men in this case. Even the littlest of things will set them off, and I should know, for I have a cousin with a dangerous temper when she's pregnant.)

After closing the door to his room, he thrusts his hands underneath the bed in hopes of finding his secret stash of cigarettes, but wound up with a black box instead. Curious, he opens the box to find a black book and some really kinky stuff.

"This probably belongs to my koi," Malik stated, then opened the book and read:

"I began this book of fantasies because they are vast curiosities of mine and I don't wanna force them on Malik until I am certain his is ready for them. Each one is checked off for ones we've done without his knowing."

Malik flipped though the pages blushing at a few of the fantasies, including the one about doing it in Yami's tomb. Yami was pissed afterwards and told them to keep the pillows they fucked on.

`At least it wasn't the bed,' the platinum blond thought, having no room for it at all, and came up to the final page that had no check.

"I'll probably never tell Malik this, but in a dream our roles in bed were reversed. I was bound to our bed in all my glory, aroused as hell, and he stood beside the bed dressed in delicious black leather, teasing me with feathers and melted candle wax. I was never so turned on in my life!

"Then, he wipes the wax off my body and slowly strips, practically slithering out of his clothes and teasing me some more with some erotic dancing. Just when I thought I would pass out from it all, he finally takes me after a quick preparation and we fucked all night long, ending in an orgasm so intense, I wake up before I could find out if I pass out or we go on to other things.

"As much as I wanna do this, my pride won't let me be submissive. I guess this will be nothing more than a dream."

Malik grew giddy, as well as horny, as he began planning out how to make his koi's fantasy come true.

* * * *

Bio:

Name: Lyla Kaiba

Age: 5000+ (looks eighteen)

Race: Reploid/Duel Monster (has tiger ears and tail and wings, usually hidden. Transforms into her true form during a full moon or within the Shadow Realm.)

Relations: Nicole Kaiba (hikari), Seto Kaiba, Mokuba Kaiba (hikari's brothers) Yami Motou (Pharaoh she swore loyalty to) Yugi Motou, Ryou Bakura Ligistar, Joey Wheeler, Tristen Taylor, Mai Valentine (friends) Ryuan (Blue Eyes, White Dragon (Koibito)).

Personality: Quiet unless she has something to say. Fiercely protective of her family and can't be fooled easily.

* * * *

As Seto finished the reports on his laptop, he lets his body relax to the music being played on the piano by Lyla. The hanyou yami was very skilled at it, for her playing could relax even the most tensed soul.

"If only you could play while I'm at the office," the brunette sighed, knowing such music would make his workplace more enjoyable.

"Have you talked to Joey at all," Lyla asked suddenly, catching the CEO off-guard.

"Hm," he replied, "We've talked during nights that he has nightmares about his rapes. Why?"

"I've seen him the other day and whenever I mentioned you to him he blushes," she answered, stopping her piano playing to look at him, "I thought perhaps you both finally buried the hatchet and gotten really close like the others."

"Uh," Seto blushed at that, trying to find some answer to deny that statement. Lyla was never one to be fooled easily and the CEO knew that for a fact. Nothing came to retaliate.

"I didn't mean that you two finally became official," the hanyou yami said as she stood and got ready to leave, "but perhaps you should give it some thought. Hirutani has yet to be found and Joey needs to be assured that someone besides his sister cares deeply for him. Valentine's Day should be coming up soon, and I'm pretty sure he'll be lonely while everyone's busy with their kois."

"And what about you, pray tell?"

"That week falls on when I go into heat. I doubt you want me around during that time with an insatiable appetite. Plus, Ryuan would be jealous that I didn't visit him, ne?"

Lyla almost laughed as Seto's blush deepened at mentioning her relationship with the Blue Eyes and took her cue to leave before embarrassing him any further.

`She does have a point though,' he thought, `It's time I did lay my cards out on the table before I go crazy and tell the pup just to sleep in my bed, which will scare him away. And the last thing I want to do is scare him and ruin the fragile trust we have.'

Satisfied with that, he goes online to find some good ideas on what to surprise Joey with.

TBC

Author's Note: Okay everyone. There won't be an update for awhile until I am done with my other fics, but don't fret. The next chapter will be lemons, lemons, and lemons galore! Plus, I'm gonna need some help with the idea of Malik/Yami Malik with some bondage and S&M. I know there are a lot of authors that write fics with a lot of that, so if you guys, or girls, have any ideas or suggestions review/email me them.