*Edit- thanks to RoseleafISHTAR for pointing out my mistake. Accidentally posted Not All He Appears to Be instead / sorry guys. It's all fixed now~!
Well this was a treat to write~! Screammealullaby requested a psychoshipping, so this is for her! 8D I have to say writing psychoshipping was fun, I think I might write more in the future~!
Warning: Yaoi, lemon, some foul language(who really cares in this case though write?) and the works~!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, it belongs to Kazuki Takahashi which is not me
Two cackling figures approach a seemingly peaceful home, startling strangers walking near them on the sidewalk. A young child stares up at the two with wide blue eyes, an air of innocence surrounding him. The first figure with long silver hair and dark brown eyes spots the kid and elbows his friend in the side. The second figure, with spiky blond hair and tan skin, looks down at the kid and grins. He lowers to be eye level with the child and gives a freaky grin. "You know what happens when children stare at strangers for too long?"
Nervously, the child shakes his head no. This causes the two towering figures to chuckle darkly. The tan figure smirks, exposing razor sharp teeth. "Well then, I feel it's best you know…" He leans in closer, the child now visibly shaking. "They… die." He whispers causing the child to shout, running away with large tears running down his face.
"Haha, nice one Mariku. That brat's going to have nightmares for weeks because of that." The silver haired male cackles, grabbing hold of his sides to try to contain his insane laughter.
Mariku stands up and smirks, watching the child run up to his parents, which earns Mariku a vicious glare from the child's mother. "Weeks? I'd say that child is going to wet himself for months on end because of that Bakura."
Smirking like his tanned companion, Bakura tugs onto his sleeve before walking off. "I say we leave before we have to out run the cops that pissed off woman is going to call on us." He chuckles darkly.
Mariku grins and walks with Bakura, sliding his hand down to entwine with Bakura's fingers. The silver haired male just raises his eyebrows, silently demanding Mariku to explain his strange actions. "Don't you notice how disturbed everyone looks? I freaking love scaring homophobes, don't you?" He purrs, pulling Bakura back against him.
Bakura smirks as he notes all of the disgusted looks they are receiving. "You know they probably would be less disgusted if you'd stop molesting me." He smirks as he feels Mariku's hands wander up his shirt, causing Bakura to shiver.
"I don't hear you complaining." Mariku purrs, nibbling on Bakura's ear.
Smirking devilishly, Bakura frees himself from Mariku's grasp, pulling at his hand to lead him up to the perfectly harmless house. Once settled inside Mariku makes quick work with Bakura's shirt before pinning him to the wall. "I see that we're not wasting time today."
Mariku smirks using one hand to pin both of Bakura's pale ones above his head, his other hand rubbing along Bakura's exposed torso. His breath ghosts over Bakura's pale skin as he trails kisses along his collarbone. Bakura moans in pleasure as Mariku bites down on his neck, causing blood to leak out of the puncture marks. He licks the blood up greedily, feeling Bakura shiver against him. Bakura can feel Mariku smirks against his skin before biting at his earlobe. "I never waste time Kura."
Shivering delightfully, Bakura grinds his hips against Mariku's causing both of them to hiss in pleasure. Mariku smirks again before kissing along Bakura's jaw stopping when he reaches Bakura's pale lips. He roughly slams his lips onto Bakura's, entering the two into a heated kiss. Mariku's free hand slithers behind Bakura's neck, pulling his face closer into the kiss. He bites at Bakura's bottom lip, drawing blood while causing Bakura to gasp from the pleasure. Mariku takes full advantage and darts his tongue inside, enjoying the taste of blood mixed in with Bakura's taste. Mariku grinds his hips into Bakura's causing him to back into the wall behind him. Bakura releases another pleasurable moan, causing the two to separate for air. Mariku smirks and tilts his head back, pointing towards the stairs. "Wanna take this to the bedroom?"
Bakura smirks, lust blazing in his dark eyes. "The couch is closer." He whispers seductively.
Smirking in delight, Mariku swiftly picks Bakura up and promptly drops him, not too gently, on the couch. Bakura smirks up at Mariku who swiftly discards himself of his own shirt. Mariku climbs on top of Bakura, grinning when he feels pale arms slither across the back of his neck, slamming his lips onto Bakura's own. They wrestle for dominance with Mariku quickly winning, his tongue slithering deliciously into Bakura's mouth. Bakura's hands tug at Mariku's spiky blond hair roughly, causing Mariku to groan in pleasure. They separate for air, both panting heavily.
Mariku's eyes rake over Bakura's pale and sweaty torso hungrily. "Let's rid you of these annoying jeans hmm?" He says, swiftly pulling off Bakura's pants and boxers in one go, exposing Bakura's pulsing member. "Mmm delicious."
Bakura smirks, his hands rubbing against Mariku's well-toned chest. "See something you like?" Mariku nods his head. "Then do something about it."
Grinning deviously, Mariku grabs hold of Bakura's length and roughly pumps up and down, causing Bakura to moan loudly. Bakura's sharp nails rake across Mariku's back, scratching along the deep scars. Mariku's hisses in pleasure, the feeling of his blood run down his back from Bakura's scratches turning him on even more. Bakura takes a blood stained hand and promptly licks the red liquid off his pale fingers. Mariku shivers at the erotic display, his hands running along Bakura's thighs. His mouth licks along Bakura's chest, biting down on one of his nipples. He sucks and bites, hardening the nub before moving to the next one, giving it the same treatment. Bakura arches into the pleasurable touch.
"Gah fuck Ma-Mariku ngh, loose the damn pan- ahh p-pants already." Bakura moans out while his hands shakily grip Mariku's jeans.
Mariku smirks, gridding his hips onto Bakura's throbbing member, making them both moan loudly from the friction. Bakura growls out frustrated, forcing himself up to get rid of Mariku's damn pants. Grinning at Bakura's irritation, Mariku kicks off his jeans and boxers. His lips find their way to Bakura's, the two kissing each other passionately. While Mariku's tongue dives into Bakura's mouth, he lifts Bakura's leg up to ready him.
Bakura squirms as he feels Mariku thrust two fingers inside of him at once. "Ahh- damn it M-Mariku," Bakura moans feeling Mariku's fingers scissor and twist all around inside of him. Mariku swiftly adds the third than fourth finger, causing Bakura to whimper quietly. Mariku's fingers stretch and twist, looking for Bakura's prostate. "Oh Ra fuck Mariku!" He screams as Mariku hits that little bundle of nerves inside of him.
Mariku smirks, hitting Bakura's prostate again, which results in Bakura wrapping his slim legs along Mariku's waist. Removing his fingers, Mariku gently caresses Bakura's face before slamming into him. Bakura shouts out, immense pain and pleasure filling his body as Mariku slowly pulls out, thrusting into him again.
"God Kura, you're so freaking tight." Mariku moans, thrusting into Bakura.
Panting heavily, Bakura scratches along Mariku's chest, causing him to bleed, "Fuck M-Mariku, deeper, faster, harder damn it!"
Mariku complies with Bakura's demands, moaning loudly as the result. Hitting Bakura's prostate, Bakura pulls Mariku as close as physically possible, his breathing fast and coming out heavy. He grabs hold of Bakura's cock, pumping in time with each thrust. A burning pressure fills Bakura as he moans out loudly, his vision going hazy from the pleasure. "Fuck I'm going to-" He moans out Mariku's name, cumming all over his stomach.
Moaning loudly, Mariku fills Bakura with his seed, panting heavily. He slowly pulls out of Bakura, but doesn't bother climbing off from on top of his pale lover. He smirks before biting down on his neck again.
Bakura groans before tugging at Mariku's hair. "Go to sleep you." He breathes out, feeling extremely drowsy.
Chuckling quietly Mariku cuddles up on Bakura's naked chest. "As you wish, see you next time then." He purrs, before going limp on Bakura's body.
Bakura smirks, playing with a few strands of Mariku's hair. He chuckles quietly before lying down. "Until next time."
Sunlight gleams off two sleeping bodies lying on a couch comfortably. The light shines on a pale face, causing the figure to scrunch up his nose in annoyance. Light, chocolate brown eyes flutter open, until widening in shock. "What the hell?"
Ryou glances at the figure lying naked and unconscious on top of him. "Malik? Oh not again," He mutters, suddenly feeling a pain in his lower back. "Seems Bakura thought it would be fair for me to deal with the joys after sex."
Sighing to himself, Ryou glances at Malik again, noting just how… pretty he looked lying there on top of him like that. His cheeks were a bit flushed from his body going through lord knows what, while his tanned skin glistens from the sweat still lingering on it. His blond hair is a complete mess yet still has that Malik touch to it, causing Ryou to smile.
"Well better get up before he does, that could make this really awkward." Ryou mumbles, gently crawling out from underneath Malik's unconscious body.
He walks out of the room to put on a pair of sweat pants, and comes back in with a soft, blue comforter. Laying it over Malik's body- so that he won't feel embarrassed upon waking up- he grins again. Satisfied with that, Ryou leaves to take a shower since he is feeling a bit gross. After he leaves, Malik cuddles up under the blanket, a smile plastered on to his face as a familiar sent fills his nose.
"Mmm Ryou."
Well did you enjoy your read? I sure hope so~! Anyone like the Angstshipping at the end? I know I did, it's also a hint into the second (and final) chapter to this twoshot. So keep your eyes open for it, hopefully I'll have it done soon~!
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