As with all my damn storied I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh
Malik grabbed Bakura by the shoulder and gave him a slight spank as he left the apartment. Bakura looked down depressed as he walked down the hallway. He loved Malik, he truly did, but sometimes he felt like he had too much power. He let out a sigh as he opened the closed the door and began walking to school. He wondered why Malik felt that he needn't attend school. Bakura giggled a little, it seemed like they were one of those couples out of some extremely cheesy and predictable movies.
Malik went to the closet to fix up the bedroom for later that night. He pulled out an assortment of painful devices for their pleasure later that evening. He was in ecstasy as he laid out the bear traps and test out his whip. He took all afternoon setting up an atmosphere of fear and evil.
Around 4 Bakura returned home. He opened the, and he knew tonight would be good. He slowly walked into the bedroom, trembling with excitement. His shaking hand slowly turned the brass knob. Malik was standing next to the bed, hardly clothed holding a long, hard, metal whip in his right hand. Malik gave off a sinister smirk. Bakura entered and absorbed even more of the atmosphere, the blood stained walls, human bones scattered across the floor, iron spikes emitting from their plaques on the walls. It was so enticing Bakura could hardly control himself. He thrust himself upon the bed at Malik's mercy. The door magically closed as the clanking of Malik's metal chain is heard as he lifts it up into the air.
In the morning Bakura and Malik were happily making breakfast. Malik sat peacefully at the table enjoying some scrambled eggs. Bakura was still in the kitchen making his breakfast. A few minutes passed and Bakura took a seat at the table with his chocolate covered ramen noodles. He lifted the fork, about to put the rather vile mixture in his mouth when he felt a quick sharp pain hit his hand and his face, knocking the fork from his grasp and onto the floor. Bakura's mouth was agape as he was staring at Malik who looked extremely pissed off at him. "Don't eat that crap, it's unhealthy and will make you fat," Malik hissed expecting Bakura to be ashamed of himself.
"Whatever," Bakura said in a tone of voice indicating he thought Malik had gone insane? This train of thought was too continuing for some time.
Sorry about the cheesy part well anyways that's all for chapter 1 plz review
Malik grabbed Bakura by the shoulder and gave him a slight spank as he left the apartment. Bakura looked down depressed as he walked down the hallway. He loved Malik, he truly did, but sometimes he felt like he had too much power. He let out a sigh as he opened the closed the door and began walking to school. He wondered why Malik felt that he needn't attend school. Bakura giggled a little, it seemed like they were one of those couples out of some extremely cheesy and predictable movies.
Malik went to the closet to fix up the bedroom for later that night. He pulled out an assortment of painful devices for their pleasure later that evening. He was in ecstasy as he laid out the bear traps and test out his whip. He took all afternoon setting up an atmosphere of fear and evil.
Around 4 Bakura returned home. He opened the, and he knew tonight would be good. He slowly walked into the bedroom, trembling with excitement. His shaking hand slowly turned the brass knob. Malik was standing next to the bed, hardly clothed holding a long, hard, metal whip in his right hand. Malik gave off a sinister smirk. Bakura entered and absorbed even more of the atmosphere, the blood stained walls, human bones scattered across the floor, iron spikes emitting from their plaques on the walls. It was so enticing Bakura could hardly control himself. He thrust himself upon the bed at Malik's mercy. The door magically closed as the clanking of Malik's metal chain is heard as he lifts it up into the air.
In the morning Bakura and Malik were happily making breakfast. Malik sat peacefully at the table enjoying some scrambled eggs. Bakura was still in the kitchen making his breakfast. A few minutes passed and Bakura took a seat at the table with his chocolate covered ramen noodles. He lifted the fork, about to put the rather vile mixture in his mouth when he felt a quick sharp pain hit his hand and his face, knocking the fork from his grasp and onto the floor. Bakura's mouth was agape as he was staring at Malik who looked extremely pissed off at him. "Don't eat that crap, it's unhealthy and will make you fat," Malik hissed expecting Bakura to be ashamed of himself.
"Whatever," Bakura said in a tone of voice indicating he thought Malik had gone insane? This train of thought was too continuing for some time.
Sorry about the cheesy part well anyways that's all for chapter 1 plz review