It came the next day—the stethoscope gilded in rose gold. Bakura signed for it and tore open the box. Bakura examined the stethoscope, running his fingers up and down the rose gold fittings and enjoying the smooth touch of the gold beneath his fingertips. It was prettier than the one he was going to steal, so he supposed it was okay that Malik made him wait an entire day before he got to use it. With a grin on his face Bakura marched to the bedroom where Malik was smoothing down the comforter as he made the bed.
Bakura snorted. He'd always thought bed-making was a stupid, useless habit and he was about to show Malik exactly why—they were about to trash those crisp sheets and carefully laid out blankets, and all the pillows were going to end up in a heap on either side of the bed.
"It came in," Bakura purred, giving Malik a lidded, seductive stare.
Malik turned around, looking at Bakura with the stethoscope around his neck and laughing.
"What's so damn funny?"
"You really did want to play doctor? Like really? I thought you were joking, but I guess we could if it's something you're into."
"That's not what we're doing at all!"
"Do I need to call you Doctor Ishtar? Am I your nurse or your patient?" Malik pressed himself close to Bakura's chest and ran a finger down his bare skin. "The glasses are a nice touch, but you need more than a shenti if you really want to get into character."
"I don't want to play doctor!" Bakura grumbled as he shoved Malik down to their mattress, yanked off his shenti and glasses, and crawled on top of Malik.
He set the stethoscope down so he could hold Malik's face and kiss him without smacking him in the face with the tip of the device. His tongue swirled its way into Malik's mouth and he tugged at Malik's shirt. Malik helped him pull it off, bucking his hips to unbutton his pants.
"Then why—move, I can't strip with you weighing me down—why the stethoscope? You clearly intend you use it in bed."
"I want to hear your heartbeat! There? Are you happy?" Bakura growled, his cheeks on fire.
"What?" Malik laughed, still not understanding.
"I want to hear your breath." Bakura grabbed the device, toying with the gold again. "That's your life. I want to hear your heartbeat because that's your ib."
"Oh…oh, Bakura." Malik's eyes brightened and his lips parted into a tender smile that twisted into a smirk as Malik flipped them and stole Bakura's stethoscope. "Me first."
"Hey, dammit, this was my idea!"
"Don't worry, I always make sure you get your turn." Malik winked.
Bakura didn't want to admit it, but Malik looked cute with his golden hair falling to each side of his face as he leaned over with the stethoscope and placed the circular tip to Bakura's chest. He didn't want his heart to beat fast, did not want Malik to know just how fast it often pounded when Malik was nearby, but there was no hiding it as Malik's smile returned the more he listened.
"This is actually pretty cool. One of your best plans yet." Malik poked Bakura in the ribs and he squirmed, pretending like the gentle prod didn't tickle and he was annoyed at Malik's pestering instead.
"You're such a pest."
"Oh? Am I a pest? Well, if I'm so bad then I suppose I can keep this. I can't imagine you'd want to listen to the ib of a pest."
"Gimme." Bakura reached out and pulled the fittings out of Malik's ears.
Malik giggled and rolled onto his back, careful about how he landed. Malik opened his legs wide, creating an inviting V for Bakura to lie between as he leaned over Malik and pressed the stethoscope to Malik's chest. Bakura felt his cheeks stretch and his nose crinkle as his face split into an enormous grin. The sound of Malik's breath reminded him of the phantom waves people claimed to hear inside a conch shell. It was soothing to listen to, and something about it made Bakura hold his own breath, as if he didn't need to breathe as long as Malik continued to do so. Malik's heartbeat was a steady background in Bakura's ears, and his eyes fluttered closed as he kissed Malik's sternum.
"I wonder what would happen to your heartbeat if I did this." Bakura angled his hips down and forward, grinding against Malik's body.
"I don't know." Malik reached up, pulling a bottle of lube from beneath the pillows. "Let's add this and find out?"
"Lube hidden under the pillow? Were you planning on un-making this bed so soon after you made it?"
"I know you see a made bed as a secret challenge, so I wanted to be prepared."
Bakura grabbed the bottle still in Malik's hand. He pulled Malik's arm closer so he could ghost his lips across Malik's knuckles and then down Malik's wrist, lingering against his pulse point. Malik sucked in a deep breath. The sound of it rasped in Bakura's ears through the stethoscope. Bakura flicked his tongue against Malik's pulse for a moment before pulling the lube away from him and saturating their cocks with the silky, silicon gel that was much better than the flax or almond oil he'd had in Egypt.
Bakura moved the stethoscope around like he'd watched them do in the shows. Each time the pad settled against Malik's chest, Bakura hitched his hips and slid his cock against Malik's. Malik sucked in breath after breath from Bakura's languid ministrations. His heartbeat thudded in Bakura's ears. Bakura removed the ear fittings and slipped them into Malik's ears.
"You're getting quite worked up. Listen."
Bakura slid against Malik faster. He wrapped his fist around their cocks and squeezed them together. They slid in and out of his hand in slick, fluid motions. Malik set the stethoscope aside and twisted his fingers through Bakura's hair, pulling him down to Malik's chest.
"You need technology? You can hear it like this."
"Yes. I must be doing a good job." Bakura nuzzled against Malik's chest. He pulled back enough to keep sliding their cocks together.
Now Bakura was panting, puffing for each breath as his cock beaded up at the tip with precome.
"I need to sit up," Malik whispered, signalling that his back was hurting from lying flat with Bakura's weight on him for too long.
Bakura shifted so that Malik could sit up. He grabbed the lube, poured more onto Malik's cock, and impaled himself as he sat in Malik's lap.
"Bakura," Malik moaned. His voice was husky with desire. He grabbed Bakura's waist and guided him up and down on his thick, gleaming shaft.
Bakura wrapped his left arm around Malik's neck, careful of his back. With his right hand he gripped himself again. The feeling of being stroked and Malik's thickness inside him made Bakura toss his head back and groan. His eyelashes fluttered as he continued to rock, and stroke, and sigh in pleasure as he bobbed up and down on Malik's dick.
"I'm close." Bakura's eyes stayed shut and he gasped through his mouth as he began to tremble.
"Wait." Malik reached over and re-equipped the stethoscope. He held it to Bakura's chest and used his other hand to help Bakura stroke himself.
"Malik!" Bakura whined.
His orgasm coursed through his body, wracking him with shudders. When it faded, Bakura could only curl against Malik's chest, rocking lightly to keep the motions going between them, but too tired to properly ride him.
"That was fun to hear." Malik laughed as he pressed against Bakura to encourage him to lie down. "But I think it might be more fun if you hear it for yourself."
He slipped back into Bakura after they repositioned. Bakura stole the stethoscope again, fascinated at how loud Malik's heart was as he rammed into Bakura's body. Since he was now on his back, he didn't mind shoving his hips up into the air, timing each pop of his body to rise up and meet Malik's thrusts. He clenched his ass, hugging Malik's cock with his body and making sure he was tight. His reward was an increase in the pounding in his ears.
"Ah! Ahh! Ahhh! Bakura!" Malik cried out in orgasm. He slowed down, stopped, and lowered himself onto Bakura's chest.
"You're right. Don't really need this, as loud as your heart is pounding." Bakura dropped the stethoscope to the floor so he could wrap his arms around Malik and hold him close. "It was still fun, listening to all that life course through you as you screamed out my name."
"Don't get egotistical about it. You called out my name, too." Malik pressed his nose to Bakura's, rubbing them together in an Egyptian kiss.
"I sure as hell did scream out your name. I was having a blast while I did it, too."
"You're impossible." Malik kissed him.
Bakura combed Malik's hair behind his ears so the loose strands would stop tickling his face. "Hey Malik?"
"What do you want this time?"
"How about we take a shower?"
"Yes. Good. I like where this is going."
"Then get on your motorcycle."
"You still have my attention. You know I love riding on Death."
"And get more frozen yogurt."
"Bakura. Two days in a row?"
"I went to the doctor. He stabbed me in the arm with a needle. It was awful. I need ice cream to recover again." Bakura mocked a pout.
"I don't even show sympathy to people when they're being sincere, let alone your fake-ass bad acting." Malik punctuated the statement with a playful bite to Bakura's collarbone. "We can't just go out for dessert every night."
"Why not? Who could physically stop us? No one from the Shadow Realm or the Great Fields will appear to punish us for our crimes. You could say that we're...stone cold criminals?"
"Are you done being dramatic?" Malik asked.
"Guess you're right. I shouldn't be so dramatic—" Bakura held out a hand, as if blinded by a bright light. "Oh wait! Behold! 'Tis The Pharaoh! He is silently judging you for adding cheesecake bites on top of your ice cream! Ishizu is beside him. Her arms are crossed and she's frowning at those extra strawberries."
"You clearly don't know how much Ishizu loves dessert."
"Well then, since we have your sister's blessing—shall we be on our way?"
Malik leaned closer, lips hovering over Bakura's mouth. "Under one condition."
"What's that? More back rubs? I could massage every inch of you until you're writhing and begging to be inside me."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, all that. That's great. But what I really want…"
"Yeah?"
"What I really, really want…" Malik paused again.
"Spit it out, Malik."
"Is for you to put on real clothes."
"Tyranny!"
"Those are my conditions. Take them or leave them." Malik kissed his forehead and pushed himself up to go take a shower.
Bakura followed him to their bathroom. He crashed against the door frame as if he couldn't carry all the burdens heaped on his shoulders (the burden of wearing shirts).
"Clothes, bah! I guess I have no choice. The things I do for love—and double chocolate frozen yogurt."
AN: They lived happily after after! Thanks for reading!