Okay, SoWhatever, focus. You really need to pick up the pace. There's a bit of lime in this chapter but other than that nothing.
Thank you to Millennium-Memories (Even though your account is inactive I still wanna thank you! Haha, I never thought that Yami and Yugi would be the first to have a lemon, but hey, writing's weird like that.) for reviewing!
Hope you like!
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Malik took in a deep breath as he woke up, frowning as the scent of sand and musk reached his nose. Stiffening as he realized someone else was in his bed, holding him against their chest, Malik let out a scream. He jolted forward, pulling away from the man – because it had definitely been a man – and turning around. Pressing his back against the wall, doing his best to ignore the bruises that were aggravated at the movement, Malik blinked as everything drifted back to him.
Marik jerked awake at the sound of a scream, thinking that Malik was in danger. Just as he started to call the shadows, their whispers of torment and hate brushing against him eagerly as he looked around the room half-asleep. Eventually his eyes landed on Malik.
The younger had relaxed as soon as his half-awake panic had calmed, though he tensed at the sight of the lingering shadows. He bit his lip and stared at the bed, doing his best not to flinch when one of the shadows brushed against his skin. Why wasn't Marik calling them back?
Scowling as he struggled to reel in the shadows, Marik tried to figure out a reason behind why they weren't responding to him like they had used to. It was all he could do to not let them attack Malik. Marik grit his teeth and grabbed for Malik's hand, squeezing it as he glared at the swarming shadows. There was a shift in his mind and they jerked against the control but finally recede, though it doesn't feel like they were really listening to him, just biding their time. But for what?
When the shadows had disappeared, Marik finally chanced a look at Malik, who was staring down at their joined hands with an incredulous look. He smirked and brought the other's hand up to his lips, giving Malik's knuckles a lingering kiss.
A blush covered the other's face and he stared at Marik with wide eyes. What was the man doing? Malik found his reason to pull away when the sound of a phone ringing drifted through the door. He jerked his hand from Marik's and avoided the other's eyes as he crawled around him to get off the bed, shifting to keep his yami from seeing any of the bruises as his shirt slid up as a force of habit.
Marik narrowed his eyes at the stiff movement of his hikari and frowned. "You know hikari-pretty doesn't have to hide anything from me."
His choice of words earned him a strange look, but the ringing started up again after a short pause and Malik was out of the room. The minute the hikari had left the room, the shadows were back, leaping at Marik and trying to invoke some of his rage with whispers of Malik's father. Marik shook his head, ignoring the darkness and instead standing up and moving to pull on a shirt from the dresser. He discarded his old one on the floor, thinking that he would ask Malik where to put it later.
When he walked out of the room, he stopped to stare at the spot that Aswad had died, devoid anything but the lingering shadow that was trying to scavenge for any remaining blood. He looked around the apartment, his eyes set into a glare at the sight of shifting shadows in every corner of the room. What was causing them to act like this?
The thought was disregarded as Malik-pretty's voice drifted in from the kitchen and he thought of the vision he had been shown by Isis. His hikari had known a lot of pain since he had been gone, maybe he could find a way to help Malik ignore that pain. There was a smirk on his face as he walked into the kitchen.
Malik held the cordless phone to his ear, leaning against the kitchen table as he did so. "Hello?" He gave a small smile to Marik as he walked in, seeing the other in one of his shirts was kind of weird, but he was distracted by the voice on the line. "Huh? I-Isis? Is that you? Where have you been?!...I've missed you." Malik ended with a whisper, turning away from his yami so that it would be harder for the other to hear.
But Marik caught it, and blinked at Malik in surprise. The other pulled out a chair and sat down hard, leaning over the table and cupping the phone to his face. "Yes. No. No, Isis, I…Isis, Marik is back." There was muffled yelling from the other side of the line and Malik sat up straight, cutting Isis off. "No! Isis, he has his own body. He's better now, I swear." The younger's eyes flicked over to Marik for a moment, red on his cheeks before he focused on the yelling still coming over the phone. "I am not just saying that!...He helped me with Dad." He murmured out his explanation and waited out the silence on the other line, nodding his head at the short reply. "Okay, I'll see you when you get back. I love you too, bye." He rushed through the last part before hanging up the phone and resting his head on the table.
Marik smirked and walked up behind Malik, leaning onto the chair he was sitting in and blowing a puff of air at the other's neck. He watched as Malik shivered but failed to lift his head. Huffing lightly at being ignored, Marik wrapped his arms around his hikari's middle, pulling upwards. After a moment of the constant tugging, Malik sighed and relented, standing up and turning around to face Marik, starting to ask him what he wanted.
Only to be met with the yami's lips. A tongue took advantage of his opened mouth and swept inside, brushing across his teeth. Malik felt like his mind had stopped working. His knees felt weak and he placed his hands on the edge of the table to help hold him up. The kiss ended with Marik pulling away, and moving to suck on Malik's jaw. "You know we didn't really finish last night."
Was it hot in here? The air conditioning must have broken again. Malik couldn't seem to find air to breathe, he was panting roughly. "Y-Yeah."
Marik chuckled and moved to his hikari's neck, sucking on it gently. Biting back a moan, Malik jerked his hips forward and leaned even more on his hands to keep him standing. The yami hummed, his hands reaching down to unbuckle Malik's pants as he continued to pepper the other's neck with kisses.
His pants discarded on the floor, Malik was pushed back onto the table as Marik met his lips with another kiss. When they broke apart for air, Marik hovered over the other, smirking at him like a predator that knew he had caught his prey.
Their lips come together once more, and their tongues slip around one another, tangling together and stroking the other. The two moved in perfect harmony, both twisting and turning as if they could read what the other wanted. Malik moaned, his eyes closed and his hands wrapped around Marik's neck to keep him close, not that the other would want to pull away.
Distracted by the kiss, Malik didn't notice the hand drifting down towards his boxers until Marik had reached inside them and gripped his member. The hikari pulled away from Marik's lips with a gasp, his head falling back against the table with a moan.
"Holy Ra…" Malik cried out as the other twisted his hand as he slid up towards the base, and he saw Marik smirking down at him while he squirmed. "Marik!" His voice went up an octave as the hand tightened before sliding back down, a nail trailing over the vein on the bottom.
"I love it when Malik-pretty screams my name." The younger arched his back from the table, a pool of heat gathering in his stomach and his hands gripping Marik's shoulders.
The yami watched as Malik's head fell back against the table, his mouth open in a silent scream. "M-Marik!" His name is called out in a high-pitched cry as he roughly brought his hand back up the other's erection.
Malik suddenly remembered the need to breathe, and he sucked in a breath as Marik picked up the pace. His treatment was on the edge of pain, but it felt so good. The ringing of the phone cut through his haze of pleasure and before he could think of ignoring it, Malik automatically grabbed for it and pressed talk. Realizing what he had done after the fact, he closed his eyes and held the phone up to his face, not wanting to hang up on whoever at had called the least convenient time.
Marik gave an annoyed grunt, not pausing in his movements, and Malik let out a groan. "Hel-" He had to clear his throat to get it back to normal, "Hello?"
"Hey, Malik! It's Yugi!"
"Yugi!" Malik's voice is a strained squeak as Marik dropped the other's boxers and trailed his tongue across his member.
There was a short pause before Yugi spoke up again. "Uh…I just finished talking with Bakura and Ryou and they're coming over to my house around noon so we can talk about what's happening. Can you make it?"
"I-I, oh, Ra! Yes!" Marik had spread his hikari's legs wide, giving him more than enough room to play, and had taken Malik completely into his mouth.
He heard a short conversation on the line before Yami's voice carried over the phone. "Hello, Malik, mind putting Marik on?"
Malik closed his eyes and shook his head, not coherent enough to realize that Yami couldn't see him. Catching on quickly, Marik spoke up loud enough for the man to hear, causing Malik to let out a scream and almost drop the phone at the vibrations. "Kinda busy, Pharaoh."
He gave a disapproving hum and Malik bit his lip to keep from crying out again as Marik went back to sucking. "That's what I thought. Look, I'm just going to tell Yugi that you were playing a video game, got it? See you at noon."
The line is disconnected and Malik let out a whimper as his yami tailed his teeth across his erection. A hand joined the mouth already surrounding him with liquid heat and he lost the ability to think straight. "Marik!" Feeling something inside him snap, Malik squeezed his eyes shut tighter and he thrust his hips forward, his toes curling as he came inside Marik's mouth.
The older swallowed and licked his lips, pretending not to notice the out-of-breath boy watching his every movement. When he finally met the other's hooded eyes, there was a delectable blush painting the other's cheeks. He let out a purr. "Malik-pretty is the most gorgeous thing on the planet."
Malik frowned a little, even though he was still riding the waves of pleasure drifting through him, it didn't mean he didn't notice the odd way Marik spoke. "Not that I don't enjoy the compliment, but why are you talking in third person?"
He chuckled in reply and pulled Malik into a kiss that had him all but forgetting what he had just asked. Marik smirked and licked at the other's lips as he broke away. "Marik has to get hikari-pretty cleaned up, noon is in an hour."
"Huh?" Malik blinked, still in a slight daze. "Oh…yeah."
"Yeah." The man's smirk widened and he shifted his arms under Malik before lifting, the boy now held in his arms bridal style. The younger gave a startled 'eep' and squirmed out of Marik's arms, not realizing that the minute the other's hands weren't occupied they were a dangerous weapon. Malik was sent skipping out of the room with a yelp, his hands cupping his still naked backside, a pale red mark on one side. Chuckling lightly, Marik followed the hikari out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom.
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Ryou woke up to a slight pressure on the side of his neck. His body was molded into another's and he felt warm and content. He blinked slowly, letting sleep hold on to him as long as possible. Humming lightly, Ryou curled in even closer to whoever he was cuddling with.
There was a low chuckle in response. "I see someone's finally awake."
He looked up, still half-asleep, and saw Bakura staring down at him with a fond smile. This was wrong. Bakura hated him, didn't he? Ryou quickly sat up, frowning in confusion as the man followed.
Arms were wrapped around his waist from behind and a nose buried in his neck, giving him an idea at what could've woken him up. "Bakura? What are you doing?" Had the man gone to bed without his shirt on? Ryou's eyes trailed down, only stopping when the sheets blocked his view.
"What does it look like I'm doing? You always have the most delicious smell when you wake up after sex." What?! Ryou's mind scrambled, trying to bring back memories of ever even thinking about having sex with his yami, blushing deeply as Bakura traded out his nose for his lips and starting to press kisses on his skin.
The hikari bit his lip, his head involuntarily tilting back to rest on Bakura's shoulder as the man sucked and nipped at his neck, feeling every touch go straight to his groin. Bakura chuckled again, this one a little more predatory. The arm that wasn't wrapped around Ryou's waist came forward and started to trail across his chest, nails dragging and sending shivers down the younger's spine.
Ryou groaned, pressing back against the yami, barely even believing what he was doing. What had changed between them? A hand dipped below the sheets and Ryou thrust-
The boy cried out as he toppled from the bed, the sound of a ringing phone echoing through the room. He stared in mortification at the floor, a red blush covering his face. It was a dream? He had just had that kind of dream about Bakura? Sure, he had known for a while that his feelings for the other were stronger than just 'we shared a body for a few years, so I guess we're close', but that? He peeked over the side of the bed, finding Bakura's face buried in the pillow he had fallen asleep on last night. Ryou's blush deepened. Well, this sucked.
The phone started ringing again after a short pause, and he jerked. Ryou reached up to the bedside table, quickly hitting the talk button before the noise woke up his yami. "Hello?"
"Oh! Hello, Ryou! I was getting worried that I wouldn't be able to reach you. This was my third time calling, and I was sure that I had the number right, but…"
Letting out a small laugh, Ryou ran a hand through his hair, stopping once he realized it was still pulled back into a ponytail from last night. Would this blush never go away? "I'm sorry, we were still asleep."
"Oh. This late? It's almost ten. You're always such an early ris-oh, so, um, you had a late night then?"
"What?" Ryou stiffened as he realized what Yugi was assuming with his teasing voice. Wasn't the smaller supposed to be innocent? "No! No, Yugi, it isn't like that! My relationship with Bakura isn't anything like your's and Yami's!"
There was a small squeak on the other line. "What do you mean by that?"
Ryou's brow furrowed at the slight panic in Yugi's voice. "Nothing. I was just saying that you and Yami are closer."
"Oh! Right, yeah, totally! I knew that!"
"Okay…" He blinked at the quick answer that Yugi gave, realization suddenly dawning on him. "Wait, so you and Yami-"
"Come over at noon!" There was a short pause after Yugi's outburst, before the boy coughed and continued. "I mean, we need to talk about everything that's been going on, and what we're going to do, so…"
There was a growing itch at the back of his throat, and Ryou felt a sudden rush to end the conversation so he wouldn't start coughing. "Yeah, we'll come. See you then."
"Bye!" Apparently Yugi felt the same urgency to hang up, because he didn't offer more than that before Ryou heard a click signaling the end of the call.
The hikari put a hand to his throat, trying to massage the itch out of it, knowing that if he breathed too deeply he would start coughing. Placing the phone back in its charger, Ryou stood up and glanced down at Bakura. There was a peaceful expression on his face that made the other look so much younger, and he couldn't help but think that he'd like to see it more often. Ryou shook his head, turning to walk out of the room before he did something he would regret. Dark brown eyes followed his progress out.
Even though he wasn't willing to take out a sign that Bakura might care even a little bit, there were a few strands that were pulled too tight and making his head hurt. Ryou tugged the hair tie out before combing his fingers through his hair as he entered into the kitchen.
Ten minutes later and Bakura walked in to the smell of eggs, toast, and bacon. Even though he had been up since the phone had started ringing, the welcoming scent that filled Ryou's room had caused him to stay for as long as possible. He let out a frustrated breath at seeing Ryou bustling around the kitchen. "What are you doing?"
Not catching the icy tone in the voice, the younger turned and smiled brightly at Bakura. "I wanted to thank you for helping me last night, so I made us some breakfast."
"You shouldn't be up. You're sick." He scowled as Ryou turned away from him to focus on the stove again.
The younger shrugged, transferring a couple of pieces of bacon from the pan to a plate covered in a paper towel before bringing the plate to the table. "It's only a little cold. Besides, we have to be at-" He broke out coughing, covering his mouth with his arm. After a moment, Ryou swallowed back any remaining coughs, not wanting to prove Bakura right, and turned back to the stove. "-at Yugi's in an hour."
He could feel the glare directed at his back, and he forced his hand to remain steady as he flipped an egg. Even though he had covered the worst of his illness from everyone, it felt like Bakura could see through all of it.
"You aren't going." Ryou tensed at the words, hearing Bakura walk to the table and grab a piece of bacon before sitting down.
He placed two eggs on separate plates, along with two pieces of buttered toast, turned off the stove, and moved to set them on the table. "Yes, I am." There was a stubborn note in his voice that matched the fierce one in Bakura's and he felt a small prick of pride in himself as he sat across from his yami.
"No. You. Aren't." Each word was punctuated and filled with deadly intention, and Ryou grit his teeth to keep from curling in on himself.
"Yes. I. Am." It took everything in Ryou just to match up with Bakura, how was he going to win this argument?
The other blinked once, slowly, wondering what had caused Ryou to grow a backbone. Bakura looked at the plate placed in front of him before focusing on his hikari again. It didn't seem like he was sick to anyone else, but there was something seriously wrong with his hikari and he needed to keep him safe until it was fixed. "No. And that's final."
"Since when do you get to decide what I do and don't do?" Ryou kept his voice steady, even though he was struggling not to cower at the sight of the glare focused on him.
Bakura couldn't find an answer. This was ridiculous. He stared down his hikari, not willing to let the younger know he was struggling. If he had just had sex with Ryou like he had wanted, then he would've had some leverage, and maybe the other would've been too exhausted to even try fighting, but…
There was silence for a few minutes before the younger sighed, picking up his fork and lightly stabbing at his egg. "The way I see it, either I go alone and make up some reason as to why you're aren't there that everyone will know is a lie or you can come with me."
The yami brought a hand up to his face, squeezing the bridge of his nose. He needed to stop thinking about Ryou like that, it would only end up making things worse. "Fine. I'll let you go."
"R-Really?" He had won? A smile worked its way onto his face and he leaned over the table to press a light kiss on Bakura's cheek. "Thank you, Bakura."
He turned all his attention to his plate, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear as a blush burned across his cheeks. There had been no reason for him to do that, so why had he? He didn't even know if Bakura liked him that. He was such an idiot.
Bakura scowled, focusing on his own plate as well. He was sure Ryou hadn't meant anything by the kiss, so it was better to just discard it. However much he wanted to reach over the table and pull the boy in for a real kiss, he held back, instead letting his frustration out by tearing apart his breakfast.
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Ugh, with work and college starting and Youmacon (Eep!) I've just had so much to do that this was put on the backburner.
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