Thank you everyone who read the first chapter, and especially thanks to those who reviewed- Much love! :D Here is chapter number two, I hope you all enjoy. Just to answer a question: the addiction seems to only result in debt so far.. Though I haven't finished the story yet, so we'll have to see ;)
Warning: Strong sexual references (oh dear, look at me... Second chapter in and I have to include some kinky time...)
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Out of the Ashes – Chapter 2
"Hmm, you're up early." Malik said softly as he pressed his lips to Bakura's pale shoulder.
"What?" Bakura replied, dragging himself out of his thoughts and turning to set his coffee cup on the kitchen counter and slide his arms around Malik's waist. Malik gave him a confused look.
"I was saying you never usually surface until about the midday news. Is everything alright?"
Bakura smiled sheepishly and kissed Malik quickly on the lips.
"Yeah, I'm Ok. Just didn't sleep well last night, that's all."
Malik raised an eyebrow sceptically, but dropped the subject. Bakura was always flat out after sex, and he would be especially tired if he had gone to the club and had a few drinks. Oh well, Malik thought, he would get it out of him one way or another. Sighing, Malik made his way over to the fridge and found some breakfast, sharing light conversation with the pre-occupied Bakura.
"I need a shower." Malik announced, once he had cleared the breakfast things away.
"Yeah… I'll join you." Bakura smiled slightly and nodded, getting up and following his sandy-haired partner to the bathroom.
Inside his head thoughts were milling about at high speeds. Plans were forming, calculating, pain seeping into his being as his mind structured the endless opportunities - trying to get around the one idea that repeated itself over and over again.
The unthinkable idea that had crept into his head seeking not to hurt him physically: but pierce him from the inside. Bakura had not decided which of them would hurt the most. Malik's hurt would probably turn into anger, and how could he live with himself after?
The knowledge that he was saving Malik would be enough to keep him sane. Hope was like a small damson fly, so easily born, yet more swiftly killed.
Malik was confused.
He and Bakura were currently standing under the hot spray in their shower, mist fogging up the glass, and water running down their contrasting skin in rivulets, and Bakura was washing.
Washing.
He and Bakura never just washed in the shower. It was about as absurd as he and Bakura using their bed solely for sleeping. Something had to be done.
Malik lifted his tanned arms and wrapped them around Bakura's neck, pressing their wet bodies together and finding the pale one's lips. Bakura kissed back and slid his arms around the smaller, though did not try and initiate anything else. Malik renewed his efforts. Biting Bakura's lip and giving him a devilish smirk, the Egyptian trailed his lips over milky skin and his hands down the toned chest. Slowly sinking to the floor, Malik growled. Bakura was not that aroused by his antics.
"Right." He said in a deadly voice, standing back up and disentangling Bakura's arms. "You tell me who else you've got now, and we invite him over." Malik paused to cross his arms. "If he performs well with both of us in bed, and he gets my seal of approval, you get to keep him." Malik said sternly.
With that, the tanned body was out of the shower and wrapped in a soft white towel, the owner of which was stomping towards the bedroom.
Bakura's face was one of amusement, though his mind was feeling relief. Malik thought he was cheating on him, nothing more sinister. He had to snap out of his brooding mood, so as to not worry the other. He would make an effort to be as normal as he could with him, make their last time together more memorable, he supposed. Bakura stepped out of the warmth in reluctance, switching off the water and grabbing a towel of his own, in hot pursuit of his annoyed lover.
"Malik," he said softly, a smirk placed on his lips, walking up behind the other and wrapping his arms around the damp waist. Malik ignored him.
"You really think I would need someone else to satisfy me? You do an excellent job already."
Bakura leant forwards to kiss the bronzed cheek, waiting for a reply.
"Well I thought it would end up being the other way round, actually." Malik spoke suddenly, turning around and looking Bakura dead in the eye, "Seems like you can't keep up with me sometimes."
The white haired male smirked. Malik was just throwing out the bait, and to be in believable-Bakura mode, it would be just too hard to resist.
"Oh really?" He said, raising an eyebrow and smirking.
"Well, you weren't up for it back there…" Malik said, a smirk tugging the corner of his mouth, "so it seems I may have to please myself now. Or get someone to do it for me."
Bakura laughed seductively and leant in so that his lips were mere centimetres from Malik's.
"Though I absolutely love to watch you on your own… I'll be the one to do it for you now, if you want."
"Oh you know what I want…"
Malik smiled as Bakura crushed their lips together, pushing them both back onto their bed. Malik growled slightly as Bakura and he fought for dominance, their towels falling away and the sensation of damp skin on damp skin arousing both. Bakura ended up on his back, with a proud Malik straddling his hips, violet and chocolate eyes locked together.
"You're certain there's not someone else?" Malik enquired, his voice hot. Bakura rolled his eyes.
"Malik, no one can beat your hot, tight, sexy body... Besides, the others are no good for conversation." Malik narrowed his eyes at his lovers joke and punched his chest lightly. Bakura's hands quickly caressed their way up Malik's slim legs until the slender fingers traced patterns on tanned thighs. "And since when have you not trusted me?"
Bakura had to stop himself grimacing at the words that seemed to sting his mouth. Of course Malik trusted him, and he was about to throw it back in his face.
"Hmm… What can I say?" Malik felt Bakura's fingers move closer to his arousal. He breathed deeply.
"You can scream my name." Bakura countered.
Malik quivered slightly in anticipation, biting his lip and regarding Bakura, spread out under him, damp white hair in disarray over the pale sheets rumpled at his sides, deep brown eyes clouded in lust, and the muscular pale chest heaving with the feeling of having his lover so close.
Bakura loved having Malik at his command like this, secured by the sexual promise. He loved to please Malik, usually more than he liked to please himself, and he knew Malik felt the same way about him, but the bronzed other needed a bit of reconciling. Smirking, his quick digits found their goal and stroked up Malik's aroused length gently, the blonde head falling back and a soft moan emanating from the pink lips. Bakura repeated this, and as he expected, Malik's head soon tipped back to eye him in warning. Getting to the point, Bakura abruptly wrapped his hands around Malik and moved up and down sharply. Malik growled in pleasure and bucked his hips slightly, moving in time with the rhythm Bakura had set up.
Bakura suddenly left the member and instead grasped the slim hips. Flipping the other over, Bakura hovered on all fours over Malik, bending down to give him a rough kiss, before nipping his way down to the prominent collar bone, listening to the small gasps he managed to draw out of him. The pliant mouth soon found one of its favourite places and trailed a hot tongue over the slim, sensitive stomach. Malik's back arched as Bakura took his cock completely into his mouth, swallowing around the pulsing organ before trailing his tongue languidly over the moist skin. Malik groaned once more as his lover started a pace and expertly travelled his mouth over the length.
All too soon and stars exploded over Malik's vision as he came for Bakura, shouting his name. Bakura happily enjoyed the taste of Malik; the hot essence was satisfaction to him. Cleaning Malik completely, he was pulled into the tanned embrace were Malik tangled his fingers through the almost dry white hair and kissed him slowly, tasting himself and Bakura's unique mouth. Bakura placed his leg over Malik's and hugged the lithe body to him, inhaling his scent and feeling the perfect way they seemed to fit together.
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As it was a Friday, it was inevitable that Malik would be working. After a day spent in the gym, where Malik insisted was necessary for them to go, Bakura was on his way to the supermarket on his own, as it was late and his lover had gone to get ready for his night. Bakura never quite understood why Malik needed all that time to prepare himself, but hey, he thought the other looked great whatever. He was also grateful for this time alone.
Sitting down on a low wall, Bakura took a small book out of his back pocket. A diminutive flickering of guilt sped through his stomach as he looked at the object in his hands. He had never expected getting hold of Malik's cheque book would be that easy- but then, they were together, they trusted each other. The flickers of guilt turned into small waves as Bakura's slim fingers reached into his other pocket and pulled out a pen. Clicking the ink down, a sum of money was written out, and signed of in Malik's signature, identical to the real thing.
The trip to the bank was where Bakura's cool was tested. But the cheque was cleared for him instantly, and the money handed to him in $5,000 bundles. Often people bought things like cars for cash-only. Bakura was not suspected.
The suffocating feeling from last night was upon him again. Bakura slowly made his way around the supermarket with the money feeling like a lead weight in his bag. Stopping at the bakery section, he spied a packet of jam doughnuts. Malik's favourite – the way to his heart it seemed.
"Hey, Malik." Bakura called, walking in the front door of his apartment, after swiftly hiding the money in a small cabinet beside the sofa that was never used, and slipping Malik's cheque book back into the draw.
"Bakura!" Malik squealed, bounding into the room and leaping on him.
Sucking him off this morning had definitely put him in a good mood, Bakura concluded.
Reminding himself to act normal, Bakura returned the beaming smile and kissed him lovingly.
"You look great!" Bakura said, holding Malik at arms length.
Malik giggled and twirled around for Bakura to see.
"They sent me my outfit while you were out; you know how I like to get ready in front of my own mirror." Malik gushed.
Malik had a spacious dressing room at the club, but couldn't resist giving Bakura a preview of his outfits before the shows. It was almost a tradition that Malik got completely hyper before his performances. Tonight, Malik was wearing a lot of shiny violet and black. Tight black trousers looked sprayed on his legs, and were finished with purple high-heeled boots. Violet and black material criss-crossed his torso and he was adorned with his favourite gold jewellery, his make up carefully applied, and his hair preened to perfection. Overall, Malik looked utterly stunning, and nothing much was left to the imagination.
"I got you a present." Bakura said, and Malik smiled widely.
"What is it, what is it?" Malik asked happily.
Bakura bent down and whipped the box of doughnuts out, presenting them to his lover. Malik laughed and jumped on Bakura, bringing them both to the ground, and giving him a passionate kiss.
"Gods Bakura, I love you so much!"
Inside the smoky club, Bakura took his drink from the barman with a wink and found his seat near the front of the stage. He came to see Malik as often as he could, and always enjoyed the performances immensely. The club was packed tonight. It always seemed to be more so when Malik was performing. The lights dimmed and spotlights directed themselves on the ceiling. Two black silk streams fell from the roof, and the music started at a low pitch. Anticipation settled, and an array of notes sailed around the crowded room before Malik was there, spinning down the silk to land on the stage in one fluid motion. A pause, and the music kicked in, Malik started dancing, soon being joined on the stage by other performers dressed in white, none out-shining Bakura's lover, whose energy and sensual movements captivated the eye.
The combined routine was well rehearsed and seemingly effortless, hips and bodies moving in time, until two of the white dancers picked up Malik as though he was royalty and set him on the club floor off the stage. Malik smiled seductively at the man in front of him and proceeded to give him a lap dance, gracefully plucking the twenties out of the waving fingers and tucking them down his tight black trousers.
Bakura was captivated by Malik's show, although it annoyed him to an extent that these other people were touching what was his, it was something Malik loved. Soon, said dancer was twirling his way over to where Bakura was seated. Giving him a wink, Malik dropped to the ground beside his chair, to immediately right himself and roll his hips in Bakura's direction, flicking his blond hair, he straddled his lover, their hips gyrating together.
"Please, Sir," Malik whispered in one of Bakura's ears, before getting off him and turning to sit on him backwards, bending his head back to speak again, "meet me in my dressing room." A roll of the hips and Malik was straddling him once more, "I'll show you a good time." One last prominent thrust into Bakura's arousal, and Malik was off to find a new client.
How Bakura loved it when Malik did that.
Malik certainly did show Bakura a good time that night, though their screams were drowned out by the music from the main club, where other shows took place. Breathing heavily, Bakura pulled out of Malik, to a sound of disappointment. Pulling his personal dancer to his sweaty body, and the guilt Bakura felt was strong. The two lingered in afterglow, Bakura gazing thoughtfully into the other's flushed face, where the kohl smudged down his cheeks and the lipstick rubbed from his mouth, and he knew that Malik was still beautiful to him.
The next day passed too quickly. There was a sense of finality in the air for Bakura, but trademark excitement for Malik as he got ready for his next night out. Bakura sprawled out on the sofa flicking through the channels on TV but not really seeing any of it.
He knew he would have to leave Malik tonight.
He could not even bear to think of what would happen in the Royals got hold of his lover, and he couldn't bear to look at Malik after he would find out he stole from him. He knew that King was interested in Malik and would have any excuse to keep him locked up as some sick playmate, so by paying back the money and getting away from the city, Bakura knew this was the best he could do for Malik.
It might have seemed selfish, but Bakura had kept the secret of the money they both owed, and let the burden only be on his shoulders. He couldn't have told Malik about the money issues as he hated anything to do with their past life, and Bakura certainly did not want to trigger the depression that had affected the Egyptian during their withdrawal.
The only problem was that he loved Malik too much.
"How do I look?" Malik asked, his sandy haired head bobbing into Bakura's line of vision.
Bakura took in Malik's devil costume and smiled. As always, he looked great.
"Amazing." Bakura replied.
Malik beamed and fluttered his fake eyelashes around eyes that were outlined in black glitter.
"Thank you, love. I'll see you later then!" Malik bent down and pecked him on the lips.
"Hey, Malik?" Bakura called, stopping the figure that was about to bound for the door.
"Yeah?" Malik said, turning and plonking himself on the sofa next to Bakura.
"I love you." Bakura said simply, hugging the other to him. Malik smiled, Bakura was reserved in his declarations of affection.
"I love you too. Not matter what." Malik responded seriously, giving Bakura a lingering kiss before leaping off the sofa and out of the door in a hyper rush.
Numbness seemed to spread over Bakura's body as he walked down the quiet night streets. He had left a few minutes after Malik, with a bag of spare clothes and the money over his shoulder. He had considered taking the photo of the two of them that stood on the bedside table. Taken before they had turned to drugs, the pair looked youthful and happy, Malik on Bakura's back, an insane grin on Malik's face as Bakura smiled with an equally maniacal glint in his eye. That would have been too painful. The silver frame remained where it was.
He had a couple of hours to kill, so Bakura headed to a bar he did not frequent. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Bakura saw many ladies in various stages of undress lounging around, some occupied with what was more commonly known as the 'scum' of the city. Bakura knew to be careful, but this place seemed alright. He walked up to the bar and ordered a drink, seating himself on a bar stool.
"Hey, sweetie, what's going on?"
A rather attractive red haired woman had taken the seat next to Bakura. Bakura wasn't in the mood for fuss, and his numbed state seemed to make him more cooperative.
"Nothing much. Just got some time on my hands." He replied coolly and quietly, not as unfriendly as usual, however, he was really not himself. Bakura's drink was set in front of him and he gratefully took a sip.
"Well, I have some spare time too. I know a great way to make it go faster." The lady said.
"I'm really not interested." Bakura countered. Was it just him, or was it suddenly very hot in this bar? He took another long gulp of drink. The woman did not look phased.
"Are you sure, sweetie? It will be worth your while." Seductive speech slurred together in Bakura's head, and his vision suddenly span around in a haze of colours.
"No… I… I…" Bakura tried to get the words out but his tongue felt heavy.
His whole body felt too profound for itself, and his mind was blacking out. The flash of red hair was the last thing he saw before he hit the ground.
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Ohh.. Poor Bakura :( Please review, and you'll make me happy, thank you for reading :)
