Big warning on this chapter, this is why it's rated like it is! Yaoi lemon! Now read if you dare! hehe

"Good morning!" Malik yelled, pouncing on the bed where Bakura had been sleeping."Get up, come on, let's go! Geez you're so slow Bakura!"

Bakura growled. "What time is it?"

"Ummm, seven!" Malik sang, almost proudly.

"Why in the bloody hell are you waking me up this early? And how did you even get in?"

"Ryou let me in! Marik came to pick him up and he remembered you said you needed gas in your car so he brought me over to drop me off for you!"

"Or get you out of the house for them," Bakura groaned but Malik didn't seem to catch his implication. "Why did he come get Ryou so early? There's no school today,"

"He wanted to spend as much time with him as he could. He really likes him." Malik said nonchalantly.

"Yeah, alright, so what are we doing today?" Bakura asked, realizing that Malik was straddling his lap. Playfully, he grabbed his waist and flipped him so he himself was now on top. He actually blushed a little at the sight below him; Malik's shirt was coming up a little, revealing his tan stomach, his perfect silky hair slightly strewn across his already tussled sheets and his hands we're still holding the blonde's waist.

"Hey! That's not fair!" Malik whined trying to flip him back over, but it was useless. He obviously didn't see the other's embarrassment.

"Answer my question," Bakura teased rubbing the bare stomach below him.

"Fine! What do you want to do?" He stopped struggling. He looked up at the boy above him and tilted his head to the side curiously. "Your hair is a mess"

"Well yeah, I just got up!" Malik laughed and petted the white strands of hair hanging above him. "Yet it's still soft." He smiled. Bakura was getting uncomfortable; the temptation alone was going to kill him. Malik sat up on his elbows and stared at the other with an entirely different look in his eyes. Bakura blinked and leaned down a little, getting closer and closer to Malik's lips-

At that moment, the door to his bedroom swung open and Ryou stood there in shock, Marik clung onto his waist kissing at his neck. "I just had to grab my phone and umm never mind ok, it's not important. We're going to leave now." Contrary to the current situation, Marik was trying to undress Ryou, tugging at the shirt he was so determined to keep down. Ryou shut the door and Bakura could hear footsteps down the hallway. Neither Malik nor Bakura moved until they heard the front door shut.

As soon as it did, Bakura jumped off his friend and was now standing at the end of the bed with his back to him. "Alright, let's get going!" He blushed harder.

"What's the rush? It's like you said, it's still early, come back to bed." Malik smirked and stood up as well, wrapping his arms around the other's waist. Unfortunately for Bakura, he was shirtless because he hated sleeping with shirts on, it was that simple. Before he could even reply the tan hands were exploring his bare chest, occasionally digging in his nails. Malik laughed at the reaction, he was trying not to move; he couldn't say anything. He was completely frozen in shock.

The blonde snuck in front of him and slowly began pushing him back to the bed, kissing at his chest while his hands wandered lower. Bakura himself was shocked at what was happening. His body was moving on its own; slowly backing to the bed, working at the other's shirt, pulling it over his head. He fell onto his butt on the bed and, without wasting time, Malik was back on his lap. He pushed him down and kissed at his neck, moving up and licking at his ear.

When he finally came back into reality, Bakura was rather displeased that he was once again on the bottom, so he flipped him over again with ease. Malik whined some more, losing that lust filled approach he had a minute ago. He laughed at the blonde. This can't be real, he thought. He leaned down, and pulled Malik up so his lips met his own.

This was what Bakura had been waiting for since he met the blonde, and it was everything he thought it would be. His heart was racing now, as he slipped his tongue into the blonde's mouth. He leaned more, letting the other fall back onto the bed and pressed him into it. Malik bucked his hips, grinding against Bakura, who smiled against his lips.

"Feisty," he breathed against his mouth. He then kissed down his jaw, biting and sucking as he went further. He suddenly stopped and sat up. "So let's get going?"

Malik looked shocked. "As if!" He pulled him back down, kissing him harder this time, more desperately and needing. Bakura laughed into it as he undid Malik's belt. The others hands were pulling at his own pants. Soon enough, they were both stripped down to their boxers, intertwined with each other; arms twisted around their bodies, hands lost in the others hair and their tongues dancing in perfect sync.

Most of all, their bodies were pressed tightly together, the friction alone making the flame between them grow. Bakura couldn't wait much longer; he wasn't sure Malik could either. In one smooth motion he had both of them out of their boxers and had the blonde turned over and on his hands and knees. He pressed himself to his backside, kissing his shoulders and the back of his neck. His hands explored the body beneath him, moving lower and lower… Malik shuddered at the touch. Bakura's hand wrapped around his length and he moved slowly, staying steady. He smirked when the other dropped his head, his breath speeding up and coming out in short bursts as he sped up as well.

Using his other hand he put 3 fingers into the blonde's mouth. "Suck," he said lustfully. And the other complied, stifling a moan. When he thought that was good enough, he pulled them out and entered him with one at first. He kept a steady pace with his other hand, making Malik forget the pain as he added one then another finger. The boy beneath him moaned again, louder than before. Satisfied, he stopped what he was doing with both hands and grabbed his hips and steadied himself.

Once again, he leaned over kissing his neck and softly biting at his skin before entering him. He dragged his tongue up to his ear sucking softly. Malik leaned back against his hips, signaling him to move. He started slow, still teasing his shoulders and neck with his tongue. He moved faster, waves of pleasure hitting both of them.

This was what Bakura had wanted. He couldn't believe he was here with this beautiful boy, doing this. He moved faster yet, continuing steadily. His mind went blank; he saw stars as he went on relentlessly. Malik was breathing unsteadily, head down with his fingers digging into the sheets. Shivers went up Bakura's spine as Malik cried his name as he finished, covering the bed below him. Bakura came right after, filling the other with warmth he wasn't used to.

Malik fell on his stomach and Bakura lay right next to him. Both of them we're trying to regain their normal breathing. "Well that's something we haven't done before," the blonde laughed.

"Yeah, no kidding." Bakura looked at the clock. "It's still really early, we can still go out."

"Can we shower first? We're kind of a mess," he blushed through his sweat.

"Get dirty while we get clean? Alright, come on," he smirked and grabbed his hand, pulling him off the bed.

"Not what I meant!" Malik whined but he went along anyway.

It was going to be an interesting day…..

End chapter 3! Hope you liked it! Tell me where you want it to go! Please? R&R, more to come!