Title: Getting Off On You
Inspiration: The song I Get Off by Halestorm
Summary: Marik knows Bakura can see him…and for some reason he just doesn't care.
I've been getting into YGO and certain pairings, including Thief-shipping. It's my first OTP, really~
I hope you enjoy this though…even if either character could be OOC, but you can blame LittleKuriboh and the fact I haven't gotten far in the actual anime itself for that! c:
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Marik stepped in his bedroom of his apartment, breathing a sigh of relief. It had been a long day for the Egyptian boy, and he was ready to retreat to bed. He pulled back the curtains and looked at the building across from him, then up at the sky. It was slowly getting dark, though it already looked dark since the building across from his window blocked the sun. He turned on the light and stretched, suddenly feeling a pair of eyes behind him. Marik paused and faked more stretching, smirking before reaching his arms back down to pull off his shirt. He knew who was watching. The culprit denied it, but the feeling of being watched never lied.
—In the Adjacent Building—
He couldn't help himself. Fuck, why did he do this every time? Stupid boy teased him, but he couldn't help himself. Almost every night, while his roommate—Ryou— slept or went out, he would sit at his window and watch this boy for hours.
Hours; only after he had denied it to his face when he showed anything but innocence.
The man, Bakura, sat back and watched the boy greedily. He didn't need the binoculars to visualize the Egyptian's sleek figure, his dark skin, his violet eyes glancing at the window and that wide smirk crossing his face knowing someone enjoyed the performance.
Bakura hated the boy for it, yet loved the tease. It never failed to make the white haired man aroused.
—In the Apartment—
Marik tossed the shirt away carelessly and moved closer to the window. He started feeling down his sides with his fingers, emphasizing every nook and cranny formed by his sculpted muscles and old scars. He could just imagine the other man gazing in awe, slipping his hand down his pants to caress his erection. Then he visualized him feeling around his chest and down the boy's midriff, Marik's hand imitating the fantasy and making Marik groan. Oh, if only he could make him do this for real.
The Egyptian then stripped off his pants, a little more quickly than he intended. He slowly bent down and pulled the pant legs from his feet, his eyes half lidded imagining how ragged the man's breathing would become at seeing his back muscles flex and stretch, his buttocks just sticking out in those boxers.
Marik wondered is he should even bother wearing any the next time he met Bakura again, biting his lip. He couldn't take it anymore. Marik slid his hand under his boxer elastic, arching back with a bit-back moan.
—In the Adjacent Building—
Bakura gaped at what he saw, and snatched his binoculars for this rare opportunity. He would have wet dreams for weeks of the Egyptian under him, making the faces and sounds the man could only guess he would make. Bakura bit his lip and gripped his erection, teasing the tip as if re-enacting his fantasy. He wondered how tight the boy would be.
The man shuddered and he rubbed aggressively against his erection, struggling to maintain his eyes on his treat. He wished he could get closer, just to smell the musk of the boy when he sweat and watch it bead down his face while he fucked him like mad. Bakura suppressed a possessive growl and rubbed harder, seeing that Egyptian arch and grip the bed sheets and coming close to his own climax.
Oh, Bakura knew, he would have fun playing with him if he could.
—In the Apartment—
"Ahn, Bakura…" Marik panted, rubbing harder on his erection underneath his boxers. He gripped at his bed sheets, unable to continue feeling himself up without digging his own nails into his flesh. Once Marik climaxed, he arched back in release. He sat there, panting, looking at the other pair of eyes that was watching him with equal exhaustion.
—In the Adjacent Building—
Bakura had just finished himself, casting the binoculars aside. He saw the boy stare directly at him, his violet eyes glazed over with want. Bakura shuddered, and knew then he would have to visit the boy one of these nights.
But not tonight.
After a moment, Bakura forced himself away, wishing more than anything to give the boy across the way an impassioned kiss before both slowly fell asleep bathing in afterglow. But for now, he had to do with falling asleep alone in his bed, dreaming of claiming the Egyptian boy in the apartment across the way for is own.
A/N: Heehee, not bad for a first-timer, no? c;
I'm dedicating this to my own Bakura...you know who you are, baby. x3