Pairing: Bakura x Malik, Bakura x Ryou
Genre: AU, angst, drama
Rating: R
Status: Unfinished, 1/?
Warnings: YAOI (that'd be boy x boy… but that's what you're here for, isn't it?), incest, statutory rape
Dedication: To Iris, because she is the most amazing person I have ever had the chance to meet, and I love her to itsy bitsy little pieces. Also, because she was the inspiration for this story in the first place.
Summary: Bakura's life seems pleasant enough: he's a 23-year-old medical student, has his future planned out, has a job he likes, and comes from a loving family. But underneath it all, things are just a bit darker; just a bit tainted. Enter Malik, the sexy co-worker. He's slowly starting to see Bakura past the long legs and soft lips, and finds himself falling in love with the other man. As the two get closer, however, dirty little secrets start to arise.
A/N: This is Futago no Seishi. I just changed my penname, but decided to keep the FanFictiondotnet name the same, so people can still find me. Now, onto more pressing news. This story is AU. Yes, Bakura and Ryou are brothers. Yes, they are screwing around as well. Got a problem with that? Simple; don't read. Otherwise, enjoy. The second chapter should be coming out in one to two weeks... if I keep on my schedule. But I update erratically, just as a note, so no expectations.
Tainted
He was quickly packing up his belongings, stress and lack of sleep wearing down on his body, when he felt it: soft, fluttering touches along the base of his spine. He was about to turn around to see who it was when a slender body pressed up against his back, a soft purr sounding in his ear and warm breath ghosting against his skin. He stilled, body going stiff and tensing at the little touches fluttering down his spine, soft and teasing.
He was quickly packing up his belongings, stress and lack of sleep wearing down on his body, when he felt it: soft, fluttering touches along the base of his spine. He was about to turn around to see who it was when a slender body pressed up against his back, a soft purr sounding in his ear and warm breath ghosting against his skin. He stilled, body going stiff and tensing at the little touches fluttering down his spine, soft and teasing.
"In a hurry?"
Why hello, Malik.
He licked his lips idly as he turned around, arching an eyebrow as he gazed at the other, more pointedly at the full lips parted to allow for breath. He leaned closer to the other until his vision began blurring at the close proximity, their breaths mingling and lips nearly touching.
"Not any more."
One of them moved forward, or perhaps both of them did at the same time; he wasn't exactly sure. Their mouths met and a soft sigh escaped into the air of the room. Arms wrapped around his slender waist as their bodies molded flush against one another, every inch of precious skin pressing against each other between layers of uncomfortable fabric.
"That's good."
Lips parted and questing tongues engaged in an exotic dance, stroking along velvet flesh as hands slid along the smooth planes of slender bodies. Soft breaths brushed against wet skin, pleasure fluttering down to pit in lower stomachs.
"So to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"
Teeth nipping lightly at flushed skin. His body arched into the sensuous touches traveling up his skin and under his shirt. He dug his nails into the cloth covering lean shoulders in response to the stimulus, his stomach tightening further in arousal.
"Those nice, tight pants you're wearing."
A naughty tongue trailed along his neck, forcing tremors down his frame. He lifted one leg, hooking it around willowy hips and pulling the other closer, groaning softly as their bodies rocked together. A soft groan rumbled in his throat as he felt soft hair brushing against his cheeks lightly. He wasn't sure whose it was though, considering he had his eyes shut.
"Interesting. I'll make a note to wear them more often."
Malik's hand trailed down along the gentle slope beneath the small of his back, squeezing lightly. Those sinful hands were touching whatever available skin there was and mapping out hidden pleasures.
"You do that."
Deviant hands worked at the buttons on his pants, impatiently undoing the folds of cloth and tugging them apart to let deft fingers slip inside. Teeth sunk down into the soft flesh of his neck and pain lashed through his system, wringing a soft moan from the depths of his throat. Squirming a bit and pressing against the other, he managed to mumble into the thick air around them.
"I thought… you liked me in these pants."
"I like you better without them on."
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"You're home late."
Bakura ran a hand through his hair as he kicked the door shut behind him, yawning and not bothering to cover his mouth while he was at it. He shrugged out of the light jacket he was wearing and hung it up in the closet by the door, turning his head to peer into the living room at his younger brother sitting on the couch.
"Sorry, Ryou-chan. I got held back at work."
Ryou was dressed in his pajamas and curled up on the end of the couch, arms wrapped around himself and body hidden behind his legs, which were encased in blue plaid. His head was resting against his knees and he peered at his older brother from a sideways angle. "Again?"
The older of the two muttered an affirmative as he toed off his shoes, kicking them aside next to the closet. "Yeah." Tossing a glance at the clock, he noted that it was already past one in the morning. "What are you doing up so late anyways? You have school later today."
Ryou simply shrugged his shoulders. "Mom and dad won't be coming home from their business trip for another couple of days. You know I hate being alone."
A few long strides brought Bakura into the living room and he settled down on the couch next to his brother. "Ah… I'm sorry I kept you waiting."
A pink tongue slipped out to wet small lips as Ryou smiled coyly, unfolding himself and scooting closer to the other. "You can make it up to me." With that he climbed into Bakura's lap, his slender legs spreading to straddle the other's thighs as he looped his hands around his brother's neck. Bakura arched an eyebrow as Ryou leaned closer, pressing their mouths together. He felt the questing tongue and parted his lips to reveal the wet cavern of his mouth.
After a moment, the younger pulled away and licked his lips. Ryou twirled a few strands of his brother's silver-stained hair, the same shade as his own, between his fingers as he eyed Bakura. "You smell and taste like sex."
Bakura tilted his head up to stare at the smaller form hovering over him, his hands lazily stroking along the boy's thighs. "What about it?" he inquired nonchalantly.
Long fingers continued to thread through thick locks as Ryou responded. "I didn't know your work involved fucking."
"It does when you have sexy co-workers and alcohol in the working environment."
A pause. "I don't like you working at that night club."
Bakura allowed a small grin to creep onto his face. "Why not? Are you jealous that other people are touching me?"
"Maybe." One of Ryou's hands dropped down to the collar of the black button-down shirt his brother wore, nimble fingers starting to undo the buttons. They parted under his fingers easily, seeing as he'd had plenty of practice undoing his brother's clothes by now. He traced his fingertips over the newly exposed skin, his other hand still tangled in Bakura's hair as he spoke absently. "I want you to myself."
"Play nice and share, Ryou-chan." Bakura relaxed against the couch and let the other slowly undress him. He ran his hands slowly over Ryou's hips, one hand sliding up to cup the small of his brother's back and rub gently. It was one of Ryou's weak spots, he had discovered. And sure enough, the younger of the two let out a soft purr and arched into the touch.
"I don't like to share." Ryou tugged the garment off, exposing smooth planes of skin and muscle. Without giving Bakura a chance to reply to his comment, he leaned forward and caught his brother's lips in another kiss. He drew the lower lip between his own and nibbled on it playfully as he pressed his young body against Bakura teasingly.
Bakura shifted and sighed quietly as fingers found their way to his chest, ghosting over his skin and pinching the nipples lightly. Using the hand already resting against Ryou's lower back, he pushed their hips together as he slipped his tongue into the other's mouth, exploring familiar territory. With some coaxing, he managed to get his brother to tilt his head back, and he tasted the fresh skin of his neck.
Shifting back, Bakura eyed his younger brother for a moment, eyes hooded, before gently nudging him off his lap, the moment dissipating into nothingness. "It's late. Get to bed."
He pushed himself off of the couch onto shaky legs, sighing a bit before raking a hand through his hair, leaving his shirt unbuttoned as it was. Lazily, he made his way over to the stairs and proceeded to climb up, the living room suddenly feeling strangely cramped.
"Goodnight, aniki."
He stopped halfway up the stairs and looked down at the couch where Ryou sat, rumpled and sultry. He looked gloriously defiled; dirty, so very dirty. A twinge of old guilt flared up inside Bakura at the sight before he dismissed it. Flashing a tired smile at the boy, he continued on up the stairs once more.
"Goodnight."
-TBC-