I don't own yugioh , nor do I make any financial profit, this is for your
personal entertainment only.
Rating: K for now but most likely going to change later if I put lemon
scenes in.
Paring: ok this is going to be a little weird, at first it's going to be
Bakura/Marik then it's going to be Bakura/Marik/Malik and lastly its going
to be Bakura/Marik/Malik/Ryou ok? Means man on man no like no read!
Summary: Bakura and Marik have lived together for Millennia without problems.
They loved each other and no one had ever bested them in one of their games.
No one. So when this new demon comes around and beats them hands down what
are they going to do?
A/N: Yes they're all demons in this story including Ryou but he won't be
here for awhile, sorry Ryou fans. O.O Any questions? Just ask them in your
reviews!
A Demon lives next door
Chapter 1:
General pov
Bakura blinks slowly as he wakes up. He shields his eyes from the blazing sun that seemed to be out to get him. He started grumbling about not drinking so much anymore. He looked around the room when his eyes finally adjusted to all that light. He sighed when he didn't see his partner in the room. Must have gone elsewhere to sleep. He gets up and walks over to the walk-in closet and goes in. He starts to pull on a black shirt when it becomes stuck on the tip of his wings. He curses having forgotten about them again. He spins around and glares at his lover who was chuckling at him from the door way.
Marik entered the room just as Bakura started to pull his shirt on. He knew what was coming next. When he heard Bakura start to curse he couldn't help it, he laughed. Bakura started to pout, and let a small whine fall from his throat. Marik walked over to him and pulled the shirt off of his wings. He then pulled it straight down and pulled his arms and wings through for Bakura. When he finished he spun Bakura around and pulled him into a kiss. He whispered into Bakura's ear before pulling away and walking out of the
room and calling that breakfast was ready if he was hungry. Bakura looked out the window and pulled his wing in front of him as he saw some movers start to put things in the house next door.
He shrugged his shoulders and went downstairs petting his wings. They were huge, and contrary to popular belief they were not black or leathery. They were fluffy and a pale white almost like the moon, just as was his hair. He sniffed the air to see which way Marik had gone, then turned left into the kitchen to find his lover staring out the window watching the movers pull a black silk couch into the house. Marik nodded to the table when he heard him enter the room. On the marble table was a Chinese plate with egg rolls on it. Bakura nodded his thanks knowing the other would hear it.
Bakura sat down and started to eat an egg roll and some rice when Marik turned around and came to sit next to him. He asked Bakura "Did you see the new neighbor?" Bakura shook his head and pulled at one of Marik's Wings, which weren't as fluffy as his but they were as soft as, well, as soft as can be really. They were a little larger than his own but what he really loved about them were their color. It was a silvery color, almost tan in
nature. "Well he has good taste that's for sure, and he must be rich, he has a television so big that I swear it's going to take up a whole wall!" Marik said as he unwontedly stretched out is wing so Bakura didn't have to move far.
Bakura nodded and latched onto his wing, yes he had a wing fetish. Though he said it was the texture of the wing he liked not the wing itself. "I steal it for you if you want." Bakura said with a shrug and a bite of rice. A smile pulled at Marik's lips and he laughed out loud when Bakura poked him on the side. "You and your stealing." He said with a smirk on his face. "Like you weren't thinking of it!" Bakura said with a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "True, but at least he didn't say his plan out loud when the person you're trying to steal from is right behind you." A voice interrupted before Marik could answer. Bakura not having even sensed the presence freaked and jumped up, locking his claws into the ceiling where he had jumped to, to get out of the way of any attack. Marik spun around and growled at the...kid?
He moved back some looking for other that could be in the house. The kid looked to be no older then 16 maybe 17. That of course didn't mean a thing after all Bakura and Marik only looked to be 21, but were really about 250 years old. "Who are you?!" Marik demanded of the kid. The kid shrugged some. "The person whose TV you wanted to steal. More commonly known as Malik." The kid chirped then plopped down on the chair and took one of the egg rolls and started eating it. "You have a nice house, I really love those pools you have in the back." He said after a few minutes. "How do you know what's in
our house when you've never been in here before?!" Bakura growled as he started to pull his claws from the ceiling. "Oh that, I came in when you two were upstairs." The kid said as if it were no big deal.
Marik narrowed his eyes, then growled "Get out! And don't come back." He then pulled his wing in front of him trying to smooth out his ruffled feathers when he was suddenly knocked over. "Oomph" he groaned then looked up to see the kid attached to his wings.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?! Get off!" Marik yelled shaking out his wings, trying to get the kid off of them. Bakura pulled his wings back to make sure that the kid didn't latch onto his wings. "Aw, but they're so soft! I just wanted to pet them. Fine then I'll just go out and buy more things with your money." He mumbled the last part to himself. Yet with there demon hearing they caught it. "WHAT?!" They both yelled at the same time.
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