What's YAOI?
A very disturbed Malik Ishtar was sitting in front of his new laptop. The Egyptian had become deadly pale and was a little shaky. After a bit of hesitation he finally slammed the lid of the laptop shut and leaned back, taking a deep breath.
"This is sick", he muttered after hauling himself to his feet. The blonde dragged himself to the kitchen, grabbed a glass from the counter and took a few sips of cool water. His mouth felt still as if he had all the desert's sand in his throat. Suddenly a hand grabbed his behind harshly, making him jump in shock. Malik almost dropped the glass and choked on the water.
"You look as if you had seen a ghost, tomb keeper", a well-known voice whispered in Malik's ear, ice cold breath tickling his hot tan skin.
"Try harder tomb robber! That was a lousy pun", Malik announced and put on a bored expression whilst trying to slow down his racing heartbeat, shooting a quick glance at the ghost of the millennium ring. The irritating white haired boy had the ability to materialize out of nowhere it seemed.
"And yes, that would be my ass, thank you~", Malik freed himself, shaking the now lightly squeezing hand off with a skilled twist of his hip. Sliding to the side he left the kitchen for his room. Bakura raised an eyebrow and followed pouting, but Malik slammed the bedroom door to his face. Bakura opened the door again, slipped past it and quietly closed it behind himself whilst rubbing his sore forehead.
"I thank thee, your Majesty", Bakura sent Malik's back a glare.
"You're welcome, slave! And it is not 'Majesty', it's 'Pharaoh'! On your hands and knees and beg for mercy!"
"You can be quite a bitch." The ghost of the millennium ring glared some more but was ignored.
Flopping down on his bed that was covered with books, some clothing and more books, some in English others in Arabic, Malik merely shrugged. "Never said you could come in", the Egyptian mockingly glared back. But Bakura wasn't listening anymore. He had just spotted the laptop.
"Finally getting civilized, I see?" without even bothering to ask if he could kindly have a look Bakura sat down and opened the lid. Malik jumped off of his bed, trying to save what he could.
"Don't-", but it was too late. The website he had found earlier popped up. Bakura snatched the laptop before Malik could reach him, holding the struggling boy at distance with hands and feet. His reaction made the tomb robber even more curious.
"Fanfictions?" The white haired male shoot Malik an interested glance, noting that a blush was beginning to form on the tan cheeks. During his attempt of tearing the thief out of his chair Malik had instead landed on Bakura's lap who was now holding him captive so he couldn't divert his attention from the screen. The tomb robber held both of Mailk's wrists in one hand and pressed them down, he was laying with his back on the boys lap and his legs were hanging over the armrest of the chair Bakura was sitting in, his back was arched and his stomach showed off because the shirt had risen up to his chest. The position wasn't too comfortable. Malik could have delivered a kick with his elbow to the teen's crotch through- but that'd be a bit harsh!
"Let go!" Malik whined and tried to pry Bakura's hand open, but he had an iron grip on his wrists.
The thief ignored the struggling boy on his lap and began to scroll down the page. He could tell the links Malik had opened because their colour had changed from blue to purple. He raised an eyebrow and shoot a glance at the sulking boy on his tights, then read out a headline and rating of one Fanfiction Malik had opened:
"Yu-Gi-Oh!, Yami Bakura x Malik Ishtar, Rating M, Yaoi, bondage, toys, anal, rape~", he paused, his eyes were scanning the words again, a 'WTF?'-look was plastered square across his face as he looked down at Malik who was blushing like mad.
"I- was googling my name and somehow landed on the website and-" the Egyptian failed horribly at his attempt of explanation, cheeks glowing crimson. Bakura, sensing that he shouldn't do so, couldn't do anything else but click on the link. Malik sunk deeper on the ghost's lap, praying to every Egyptian deity that someone might have mercy on him and erase his existence the very moment. He was so screwed!
After a while of torturing silence Bakura ever so slowly leaned back with his eyebrows furrowed clearly in deep thought. Malik studied his face for a while before he tried to silently sneak out of his lap and run for cover; a futile attempt of saving at least whatever there was left of his dignity. Bakura immediately snatched him back so Malik landed on his lap again and strong arm was wrapped around his waist to keep him there.
Bakura turned his head slowly like monsters in horror movies do, looking at Malik who winched.
"Don't hurt me~"
"Why am I the rapist?" The question was taking Malik a bit aback.
"Uhm- well-", he stuttered, than got back to his old self. "How am I supposed to know? I am not the one who wrote this piece of shit!" he spat and glared at the spirit. "What? Would you prefer to be the victim? Now let go of me."
The other youth did not move an inch, his mind still on the thing called 'fanfiction', death grip on the slim waist. Bakura found the 'search' button where Malik's name was still written in black letters, adding the word 'rape'. Malik shoot him a questioning look, grimacing.
"What are you-", he was interrupted by a gasp coming from the spirit.
"Over 60 stories that contain you being raped? By me of all-" Malik winced. "Oh, wait, in some of them you are the rapist…" the blonde palled considerably. His stomach kept turning.
"Ryou get's raped more often than me through-", he murmured, feeling his stomach do a little twist. "They seem to think of him as the perfect victim- or so it seems… Not that I deny that but it's still sick to only think of the possibility-"
"Just- why?" Apparently Bakura wasn't able to get his brain back to work from the shock he had just received. Bakura shook his head and blinked a few times before he looked back at Malik, pulling a disgusted face.
Malik sighed, realizing that he would not go very far as long as his friend was in that state of mind.
"Hush, it's alright. It is not going to bite…" At least he hoped so. The Egyptian was patting the white locks in what he believed was a comforting gesture.
"But I~ the imagination… those mental pictures~ mind crush!"
If Malik only had had the power of foresight Isis had he would have stopped Bakura who suddenly, without any further warning, slammed his head against the surface of his desk. Forcefully!
"Dear Ra! Bakura! Are you alright? What in the name of all Gods- what was the head-desk for?"
The spirit of the millennium ring did not answer and continued his whining instead. Only after Malik had, out of the great kindness of his heart and maybe because his nerves where dying too rapidly, given him a piece of chocolate he had managed to shut Bakura up.
Now both of them were sitting in Malik's only chair, starring at the lines of doom - and of doom they were - trying to sort things out.
"Okay," Bakura announced after finishing another chocolate, "First of all: what's the meaning of 'Yaoi'?" The word was plastered all over the website.
Malik blinked and then shrugged. "How am I supposed to know?" he asked only to be hit over the head by Bakura.
"Well, then ask Mr. Google!"
Malik sulked but began to search for the word. "You did not have to smack me, you know-", he muttered, rubbing his head lightly. Bakura just ginned.
"That was the payback for the door. Now we're even." A page popped up.
"Found it! 'Yaoi' means: … uhm~", Malik scanned the page over and over again until Bakura pushed him aside so he could read it by himself. A pause. The boys looked at each other. Similar reaction: "EW!" Bakura stuck out his tongue, Malik scrunched up his nose. A moment of awkward silence followed.
"So- maybe we should read one of those 'fanfictions'", Bakura mumbled, then adding a little to fast "Of course just to-"
"~to see what those girls- I think it's girls (I hope so) - are writing about us?" Malik helped out. The thief just nodded mildly. Curiosity was finally getting the better of them.
Bakura grabbed the mouse Malik was using because he did not like to handle the touchpad and clicked on a "promising" title. Seconds afterwards the text opened before them. The tan teen leaned back against Bakura's chest who began to read out loud, clearing his voice at a few points of the stories but continuing bravely whilst Malik's cheeks grew hotter and became a deeper shade of crimson the further the other read. Bakura's voice was so close to his ear...
Five fanfictions afterwards a long silence followed.
"It can't get worse, can it?" Malik finally overcame his shock and cautiously slid off his friends lap, feeling uncomfortable sitting any longer on him after the last story.
"Hot graphic explicit described sex between the both of us where I first tie you down rape you 'till you bleed, then use toys on you, steal your virginity- twice it seems- and on the peak of orgasm you beg for more and love it, five seconds later you collapse in a boneless sobbing heap of-"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP?" A cushion that was forcefully chucked towards him cut Bakura off as it hit him in the face. As it fell to the ground Malik caught Bakura smirking amused.
"Stop it for the love of Ra. This is going to hunt me in my nightmares without your help, thank you!" Malik sent him a deathly glare and flopped down on his bed.
"You know… they DO write some stuff that can be connected to reality…" Bakura stood up and walked toward Malik, then sat down beside him.
"Like what, pray tell?" a blonde eyebrow raised high.
"You DO look girly! Long soft hair, flawless skin, slim body, long legs, your favourite colour is purple, you wear all that gold… Hell, you even put on Kajal and you can do these things girls in belly dance videos do with your waist and hips…AIA!"
An enraged Malik had simply bitten the thief in his thight. "I like my hair, I simply take care of my skin and body and can not find anything wrong with that, the jewellery was passed down by a long line of ancestors I honour, Arabians wear Kajal to protect their eyes from the glaring desert sun-" he paused. "Okay, I'll give you the purple-thing."
"And the shaking hips!" Bakura pushed his luck again and Malik went to hit him. But his wrist was caught by the spirit. "You even fight like a girl!"
"And you watch belly dance videos!" the Egyptian kicked in an attempt to free his arm, getting the other caught by a smirking Bakura. The tomb robber leaned down and grinned wickedly.
"But you, my friend, won't live to tell the tale-"
"Oh no, you don't!" Malik screeched but the older male knew no mercy and began to tickle him until Malik feared he was going to suffocate from the loss of oxygen. Finally Bakura began to pity him and stopped, letting the tomb keeper catch his breath. He grinned again as he held the elegant wrists captive in his hands, pressing Malik down on his bed, now straddling his waist.
"You are supposed to get a warm and fuzzy feeling about me instead of getting mad", Bakura said, smirking down.
"Why should I?" The Egyptian was still trying to breathe properly.
"Because they write so in their fanfictions!" Bakura announced as if that would be the most obvious thing on earth.
"Oh- but I DO get a warm and fuzzy feeling about you!" Malik said, frowning in what seemed to be deep thought.
"Really?" His white eyebrow raised mildly interested. A Cheshire grin was plastered on Bakura's face once again. Malik managed to free one of his hands while his friend was mildly surprised.
"Yes- I think it's…", Malik poked Bakura mockingly in the stomach, "nausea!"
"Ha ha, so funny-", the ring ghost let his grin drop and frowned. Suddenly a spark lit his eyes. Malik swallowed nervously. He knew that look. It promised mischief.
"Well, if you are disgusted yet~" he leaned in, earning a yelp from Malik.
The boy opened his mouth but before he could ask what that should exactly lead to Bakura's hot lips pressed down on his mouth. Reddish brown eyes sparkled mischievously, catching the look off shock and surprise in the violet orbs that stared up at him. Malik gave a muffled cry of protest and that was all Bakura had needed to let his tongue slide in between the luscious lips, mimicking what they had read in one of the fanfictions.
But Malik didn't quite act along: the boy began to tosh around and as Bakura grabbed him harsher in order to force him to hold still his teeth clamped down on the wet muscle in his mouth.