Where the Sun Don't Shine
Rated: NC-17 (Really, seriously, I know I suck at rating. But this one. Trust meeeee)
Warnings: Stalking, masturbation (I just want you all to know, writing that actually hurt me a little on the inside...) Thiefshipping, and Shameless FLUFF
Characters: Yami Bakura and Marik Ishtar, with minor Ryou Bakura
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Taking a sharp inhalation, Bakura slid underneath the couch. He'd told Marik that he'd be out running some errands, so that the blonde would have the house all to himself. Marik's eyes had lit up with excitement, and all Bakura could do was attempt to hide the smirk that had been tugging at his lips.
Oh, there was an errand to do, but it was inside this house, and had everything to do with his roommate. The Egyptian had once let slip that he sun-bathed naked. Marik had then attempted to justify his hobby, hoping to repair the damage.
But no repairs could be made, and Bakura's curiosity had been sparked. That was why Bakura had decided to do this. He never saw Marik sneaking off, so the only sensible solution was that Marik did it when they weren't home. After all, they lived near no town, so Marik could easily go out on the back-porch and relish in the sunlight.
And today, Bakura could relish Marik's body.
Pulling his long, snowy white hair fully underneath the couch, Bakura focused on the sound of feet hitting the carpet as Marik awoke for the day. He heard the boy yawn, before the blonde made his way into the kitchen, presumably fixing him some cereal. On the inside, Bakura cursed the Gods.
All curses flew out the window, however, as he saw what Marik was wearing.
Bakura's throat immediately dried up as he saw Marik sit on the carpet, wearing a shirt that was to big and hung off his shoulders, and for some reason that Bakura really didn't want to know about, Marik was wearing panties.
Girl panties.
But Bakura wasn't going to say he wasn't enjoying the view.
Marik sat cross-legged on the floor, legs spread wide and allowing Bakura to each and every muscle moving throughout the boy's leg, along with the slight bump that a girl wouldn't have had. Running a tongue over his lips, Bakura had to fight the urge to jump and just take Marik on the coffee table.
He hoped this would be worth the wait.
When Marik had finished eating, he deposited his bowl in the sink and headed towards the back porch. Opening the door, the Egyptian stepped out into the warm September air. He could hear bird-calls, and a few late cicadas still causing disturbances in the surrounding woods.
"Mm, I'm so glad Bakura left," Marik mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. Bakura watched avidly as the t-shirt rose tantalizingly, showing half of Marik's panty-clad ass for just a moment, before covering it once more. It finally hit him though, what Marik said. Frowning slightly, Bakura couldn't really decide, just yet, whether or not to be offended.
The blonde stepped fully out onto the wooden porch, and became surrounded in a halo of light. Each strand of his golden hair seem to come alive as it broke apart, floating around his creamy, caramel skin. Bakura bit his lip, and slid from underneath the sofa.
Skirting around the furniture, Bakura snuck to the drapes while Marik still had his back turned. Positioning himself around the curtains, Bakura curled the fabric in a little around him, to where Marik wouldn't see him, but he could see Marik.
Smirking, Bakura was ready for the show to begin.
Marik made a small little humming noise as he lifted his t-shirt up slowly, running his fingers along his abs and showing off his golden body to the lurking albino. Bakura felt his breath quicken as the boy lifted the shirt completely off of his body, twirling it around his head a little before letting it drop to the ground.
Next, Marik slipped his fingers into the waist-band of his panties. Bakura mentally urged him to remove the last article of clothing. Marik, however, seemed to have different ideas, seeing as he gripped the front of the panties and shifted them a little, rubbing it against his cock. A moan burst from Marik's softened, pink lips, and Bakura had to bite back his own call.
Shit, he'd just wanted to see Marik naked! But this... Bakura felt his hand traveling downwards, rubbing softly at the already-forming tent in his jeans.
Bakura? A voice in his head whispered, and Bakura froze, realizing that his Host, Ryou, was speaking to him through the link. Bakura, I feel funny. What're you doing in my body?
Bakura felt slightly panicky, and he swiftly took his hand away from his boner. He had to fight ever urge, though, as he saw Marik slip a finger into his panties, stroking his own cock in a teasing way. It was at that point that Bakura realized that he was panting, just from seeing Marik's face twist in such a way.
Fuck, Ryou! Go back to sleep! I have business to take care of! Bakura commanded his light-half. His panic must've shown through, however, because Ryou surfaced. He hadn't taken control of the body, but he had come close enough to the surface to see what was going on.
Oh my! Ryou cried, Isn't that your little friend Marik? He looks... Well... If you'll excuse my French he looks... Damn.
Bakura mentally snarled at Ryou, and he felt jealousy rise up within him. Why the hell did Ryou have to go and ruin everything?-! Here Marik was, giving a strip-tease in fucking panties for Christ's Sake, while he touched himself. Bakura would never get another chance like this!
Go away, Ryou, Bakura growled inwardly, watching as Marik began to slowly lower the hem of the panties. You go the fuck away right fucking now or I'll whip out our penis and then leave the body, so it looks like you were jerking off to Marik!
Bakura smirked as he could hear Ryou's link trembling with fear and embarrassment. When he finally receded, Bakura returned to stroking himself, watching as Marik ever-so-slowly lowered the cotton undergarment that had blocked Bakura's amazing view.
Feeling his breath hitch in his throat, Bakura decided that touching himself through the jeans wasn't enough. Scrabbling frantically at the button and zipper, Bakura never let his eyes leave the sexy tanned teen before him.
Marik turned his back on Bakura, and strutted over to one of their lawn chairs. There was a purple and a blue one; and you can guess which one belonged to who. Marik promptly lay back in his purple chair, hands running up his body to shove his mass of hair away from his face.
"Mm," Marik mumbled, and his hands slid lower. The left one gripped his cock, and Bakura bit back a groan as he watched Marik slowly move his hand up and down the shaft, one hand cupping his balls. Bakura's eyes became lidded as he pulled out his own erection, rubbing at the swollen length as he watched Marik do the same.
Marik stopped stroking for a moment, and Bakura paused too, genuinely confused. He ached to start pumping again, but he wanted to see Marik doing it at the same time. So, with plenty of effort, Bakura resisted touching himself, in favor of watching Marik's plump ass going into the air as he reached for something.
Bakura was surprised when the blonde resurfaced, a bottle of lube in hand. Realizing where this was going, the albino had to bite his lip hard to avoid moaning out in pure bliss. He longed to touch his cock, but yet again fought down temptation.
Instead, he focused on the fact that Marik was putting lube one finger, before transitioning it to his ass. Bakura let out a breathy moan that was almost audible as he watched Marik slowly rub circles against his entrance, before finally entering his finger. The boy began moving his finger in and out as he gripped his cock, moving them in synchronization.
More moans burst from Marik's lips, and Bakura began stroking himself again, moving in time to Marik. He watched as the Egyptian's hips bounced back and forth, pushing into his hand and pushing back onto his fingers, attempting to achieve that one, blissful moment.
Bakura was working for a much similar goal, hand moving in a blur as he watched Marik through a haze, loving the way the Egyptian's back arched, and the way his neck curved as his mouth fell open, panting out words of encouragement that Bakura's mind couldn't even process at that moment.
It was just him. Marik. Everything about him. That stupidity. That ignorance. That ability to be the one and only person that Bakura didn't want to kill. It was all just Marik. Infuriating, sarcastic, controlling, sadistic, annoying... Beautiful Marik.
Finally, he saw Marik reach a fever-pitch, and new the blonde was about to finish.
"Ah," Marik moaned, "ah," Bakura pumped faster, "B-Bakura!" Marik cried, releasing his seed all over his hand. Bakura came too, with a groan and a softer whisper of 'Marik', before what the blonde said fully hit him.
Feeling shock ripple through him, he stared as Marik turned soft, lavender eyes in his direction, and a sleepy smile spread over his tanned face.
"Did you enjoy the show, Bakura?" Marik laughed, and Bakura froze, before peeking out from behind the curtains.
"You... You knew?-!" Bakura demanded, rising to his feet, and completely forgetting that his dick was still out in the open, as his pants were undone. Marik noticed, however, and smirked.
"Of course I noticed. Bakura, you never run errands," Marik replied, rising up and gliding towards Bakura. The albino felt momentarily stunned as he looked into Marik's eyes, and the boy placed a hand on each of Bakura's cheeks(A/N: Face cheeks, dammit) , pulling the albino in closer. "Really, you should've come up with a better excuse."
"Why... Why did you-?"
"You really are an idiot, aren't you?" Marik smirked. "I did it because I. Love. You." Marik leaned in, crushing his lips to Bakura's for the first time. Bakura groaned, and returned the favor, wrapping his arms around Marik's back and crushing the boy into him.
Damn.
Shut up, Ryou.
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I'm going to Hell and I deserve it! T.T (Btw, in case you're confused, Marik doesn't really wear girl panties. He did it to fuck with Bakura... Wait... Mentally fuck with Bakura. He MIND FUCKED HIM... There's no way of saying that without it sounding perverted...)
Y'all probably won't believe me cuz of how much I seem to be writing it lately, but... I really don't enjoy writing smut. So why do I keep doing it? Because staying up for three days straight is NOT A GOOD FUCKING IDEA. My brain is fizzled out... Ugh. Hopefully, I'll pass out tonight, sleep for about a day, and then come back and write on one of the real stories I have going on. I'm not even posting this on Tumblr, since this is pretty damn mature...
Oh yeah, if you've read Marik and Bakura go to Censored Town, it's slightly based off of that. Marik says he tans where the sun don't shine, and Bakura was wondering when the heck he did that? Well, kinda rolling off of that, but without that actually story...
However, I couldn't write something like this in Abridged characterization. So~
By the way, for those of you who enjoy gore, I'll bring it back, probably, in the next chapter. Unless I do something stupid and fluffy... I really wanna get away from smut. I feel like such a pervert writing it... Seriously. Describing Marik's ass and skin was not fun. I like Marik and Bakura as characters; I don't think either of them are 'hot' or 'sexy', and writing them as such is weird. (I winced visibly so many times whilst writing this... My dad thought I was watching Two Girls One Cup, that's how bad it was.)
And no bugging me because Ryou cussed, and liked seeing Marik in panties. Ryou is a SIXTEEN YEAR OLD MALE (well... probably older in this story. I dunno.) he has hormones and other things, and I'm sure he would've cursed, if he had enough screen-time. xD
Please review and see-ya. (I'm still not really sure on my capabilities of writing smut/sex/anything like that, so~ yeah. And I still think of roosters every time I write cock.)