Have another update. You guys waited long enough, you deserve more.
This chapter was such a bitch to write, though. I was just in the mood to write creepy shit, and I seriously wanted to skip this chapter and start working on chapter 28 bc creepy shit happens, but I had to get this one done. I restarted the rough draft like 5 times because I was just not happy with what was coming out.
Then I realized I was in the mood for creepy shit because I was listening to horror movie soundtracks. So I put on some sexy jazz to see what would happen and busted this baby out in 3 or 4 hours.
Also, don't ask me how this works. It directly contradicts what I've written about Bakura feeling things before. Let's chalk it up to fanfic magic ig? Idk man the powers that be want them to fuck is anyone actually going to complain about ghost asshole mechanics?
Bakura was sitting on the bed when Malik, who had to climb back inside the house through Isis' window, opened the door to his bedroom. Their eyes met from across the room, and a grin spread over Malik's face as he slowly and deliberately closed the door, making a show of locking it. As soon as they heard the tumblers click into place they began undressing in unison. Malik threw his shirt over his head and kicked off his pants, falling onto the mattress in an unceremonious heap in his attempt to rip his jeans away from his socked feet. He expected Bakura to laugh at him but when he looked up he saw Bakura was having his own problems; his hoodie and shirt were on the ground in a translucent pile, but he hovered a few inches off the ground, apparently unable to keep himself from slipping through the floorboards in his haste.
When they were both naked, Malik breathing a little heavier than normal after his struggle to rid himself of clothing, Bakura retrieved their go-to mouth shaped masturbator from the top drawer of Malik's bedside table. Malik studied it in his hand for a moment before sitting up and holding up a finger to make Bakura wait. "Hold on. I want to try something new."
Bakura turned to him, raising a brow. Malik just smirked and grabbed the box containing all his other toys from the bottommost drawer, setting it on the bed in front of him and lifting the lid. Inside laid the regular treasure trove Bakura continued to tease him about, but he was only interested in two things. He pulled out the bullet vibrator, the one Bakura had used to mimic his tongue their first time, and a thick dildo he'd never had the courage to use on himself. He held the dido up for Bakura to inspect.
Bakura eyed it hungrily and pinned Malik with a grin. "My blowjobs not satisfying enough for you?"
Malik shook his head, putting the box away. "Oh, they're plenty satisfactory," he said with a purr, leaving it unsaid that he would much, much prefer it if Bakura was using his actual mouth. "No, this is for you."
The look Bakura gave him was the most confused he'd never seen the spirit. "Me?"
"Yeah. I mean…" Malik felt his face warm a touch at Bakura's searching gaze. "You've given me two blowjobs and I haven't done anything for you in return, so I figured I might as well offer… I mean, it's possible, right? If you concentrate on touching it, you should feel it…?" He left his question hanging, looking from the dildo to Bakura.
Bakura pursed his lips. "I usually can't feel things. I mean, when I pick something up, I know there's something in my hand, but I wouldn't be able to tell you what it's made of, or if it's hot or cold or whatever. But if you still want to try..." He trailed off with a shrug.
Malik nodded and got up to make room for Bakura. "I'd like to try."
Bakura stuck his tongue out at him. "How gracious of you." He laid himself down on the bed, slipping through the bedding and mattress about an inch before righting himself with a growl. Looking up at Malik, he tucked his arms behind his head, spread his legs, and licked his lips.
Malik shivered at the hungry stare, crawling onto the bed and settling himself between Bakura's legs, just as Bakura had done their first time. They shifted a moment to ensure a comfortable and practical position, then Malik grabbed the lube from the top drawer. Bakura shook his head.
"I don't need it."
Malik raised an eyebrow, looking at Bakura, then at the dong in his hand. It was long and thick, much bigger than Malik himself preferred. "You sure?"
"Pretty sure. I'm expecting it to go through me anyway."
Malik rolled his eyes, putting the lube on the table top where they could still access it easily when it was Malik's turn. "You are going to try and, uh, keep yourself solid, right?"
Bakura snorted, beginning to look impatient. "Of course I am. I haven't had a good dicking since I died."
"Alright." Malik sighed, dropping his tone to something huskier when he next spoke. "Bakura, I want you to close your eyes."
Bakura smirked and did so with a small wiggle. Malik picked up the bullet vibe and turned it over in his hand, debating whether or not to turn it on; the vibrations might stimulate Bakura more, somehow, but the feel of it would be more realistic if it was off. Ultimately deciding it was better to leave it off he leaned over Bakura, one hand holding his weight to the side of Bakura's head. He caressed the tip of the vibe along Bakura's the curve of Bakura's top lip. He saw it slip through him, just a touch, but Bakura still gasped.
Malik's eyes widened in surprise. "Can you feel that?"
"Yes," Bakura said, his voice already soft and breathy. He sounded just as surprised as Malik felt.
Malik grinned. Maybe this would work… "Good. I want you to relax and imagine this is my real mouth."
Bakura chuckled softly, and Malik knew he was thinking back to their first time, when Bakura had told him to do the exact same thing. It hadn't been that long ago, maybe three weeks, but comparing their relationship back then to now made it seem like a life time ago. Back then he'd thought it was silly, but it had worked. Keeping his eyes closed and imagining Bakura's tongue in the places Bakura touched him with the lubed up bullet vibe had been just enough to realistically picture Bakura licking his way down his stomach. He hoped stealing Bakura's idea and using it on him worked for his ghost as well as it had for him.
He kept the vibe at Bakura's mouth for a few moments, massaging against Bakura's lips and trying his best to mimic the movements of light, teasing kisses. He watched Bakura's reactions with bated breath, feeling triumphant every time Bakura moaned, or squirmed, or furrowed his brows, or moved his lips as if to return the kiss. It was fascinating, and oddly arousing to watch, and Malik could continue to 'kiss' Bakura all night, but he was eager to see how the rest of his body reacted.
Pulling the vibe away from Bakura's lips, Malik dropped it down to Bakura's throat, dragging it up one side and then down the other. Bakura groaned in protest initially, and Malik saw his eyelids flutter, but he kept his eyes closed and tilted his head back to give Malik more room. Malik trailed the vibe to Bakura's ear, tracing the shell of his ear before sliding it back down to his throat. He wished he had something that could pinch Bakura so he could simulate bites, too. He had a feeling Bakura was the kind of guy who appreciated biting.
He drew his hand down further, teasing over Bakura's chest with the vibe; first up and down the valley between his pecks, then his left nipple. As he alternated circling Bakura's nipple and rubbing the tip and the side against the transparent brown nubs he leaned over his ghost and blew softly on the right, not sure if Bakura could feel it or not but wanting to experiment all the same. By Bakura's sharp, manual inhale, and the way he arched his back, Malik assumed he could.
He switched sides, teasing the right as he blew on the left. Bakura bit his lip and whined, his facial features scrunched in pleasure as well as concentration as he tried to keep himself solid enough to feel Malik's ministrations and keep from sinking into the mattress.
"You look cute like that," Malik said, flicking the vibe against Bakura's nipple the way he would if he was using his tongue. Bakura gasped, a hand digging into his cropped silver hair, his brows stitched together as he forced himself not to open his eyes.
"Don't ruin the immersion, hypocrite."
Malik chuckled, drawing the vibe away again, down the flat of Bakura's stomach, appreciating the sight of his abs and Adonis belt along the way. He curved the vibe away from its straight path when he reached Bakura's belly button, diverting it to his hip, trailing it all the way to the area where his thigh and hip met. Bakura whined, his transparent belly quivering as Malik brought the vibe back up to his belly button, then down again, mirroring the path he'd just taken on the opposite side. This time he shifted it through the neatly trimmed hair above Bakura's erection, leading it close to the base of Bakura's cock as he connected the circle.
Bakura moaned, and Malik had to bite his lip to keep from moaning with him.
"Fuck, I didn't think this would actually work," Bakura said as Malik began circling the vibe around the head of his cock, his head falling back and his eyelids fluttering again. The hand that wasn't currently tugging at his own hair reached out, instinctively searching out Malik's hair to grab onto. Malik moved his hand away just in time, narrowly avoiding another burn as Bakura's fingers closed around empty air.
"God damn it," he heard Bakura cuss in a whisper, but Malik could only grin. Bakura reacting like he was getting a real blowjob was high praise for a ghost who claimed not to be able to feel anything.
When Bakura dropped his hand, his fingers twisting into Malik's sheets, Malik returned his attention to Bakura's cock. He slid the side of the vibe up and down Bakura's shaft, his mouth watering as he imagined his own tongue leaving broad licks against Bakura's hot, sensitive skin. He circled the head again, then fell back to the shaft, running the tip along the underside ridge. Malik figured the only thing that kept Bakura from screaming out was shock; his chest heaved with shallow, forced breathing, his mouth wide open with airless, manual panting. It was erotic to witness, and Malik wanted to see if he could make Bakura come even more undone.
Pulling the vibe away an inch so as to not ruin the immersion he said, "Lift your hips a little."
Bakura grumbled softly, intelligible, but did as he was told, shifting his legs higher and opening himself wider to Malik.
For a moment, all Malik could do was stare, overwhelmed with a desire to dive face first into the feast before him. He wanted to swallow Bakura's cock and thrust his fingers into his ass and make Bakura cum screaming his name, nails digging into his hair. He wanted to lick, and suck, and bite, and taste, and he wanted to feel Bakura's body, hot to the touch and firm with muscle, writhing underneath him and begging him to go faster, harder, deeper.
He was shaken from his trance by an impatient whine of his name that made goosebumps erupt all over him. He glanced up, his eyes meeting Bakura's gaze. His eyes, so soul crushingly black, stared back at him, hazy with lust, confusion furrowing his brow, impatience tugging his lips into a kissable pout. Malik swallowed, his free hand touching the scarred over kiss Bakura had left him, to remind himself what would happen if he gave into his desires.
"Sorry," he mumbled, shaking his hair out of his face. "I spaced out."
"More like you got distracted with fantasies."
Malik raised an eyebrow. "How do you figure?"
Bakura grinned, tongue poking out. "I just know."
Malik smirked back. "Well, you were right."
"Oh?"
"Mhm…" He returned the vibe to Bakura's cock, his eyes half lidded as he watched Bakura's lips form an 'O' shape. "Want to know what I was fantasizing about?"
"Fuck yes," Bakura hissed out, fingers digging deeper into Malik's sheets. Malik noticed he was beginning to sink into the mattress.
"I was imagining you," he enunciated the word with an upward stroke. "And me," another stroke.
Bakura hummed, not bothering to keep his eyes closed anymore. His eyes were fixated on Malik, an endearing smile curling his lips.
"I had you on your back," Malik went on, voice husky, arousal peaking as he vocalized his fantasies. "Your legs around my waist, and I was fucking you senseless. You couldn't make one snarky comment because I had your pretty mouth moaning all sorts of delicious things in my ear."
"Malik…"
Bakura's voice was so needy it was like they were actually fucking. Malik had to steel himself to keep himself from flopping on Bakura then and there. They held each other's gazes, moving in unison; Bakura sat up, and Malik leaned forward, and their mouths hovered centimeters apart. Bakura was the first to move, shifting forward to connect their mouths. Malik pulled away, their lips brushing ever so slightly as he did so. It hurt, like taking a sip of coffee before it had cooled down enough, but it sent sparks shooting through him all the same. They continued to stare at each other, their eyes drifting from each other's eyes to their mouths, both forcing themselves not to give in to their instincts.
"Malik," Bakura said again, and his voice was like honey. Malik had never liked his name more than in that moment. "Fuck me."
"God, I want to," Malik murmured back. Bakura smirked and laid down, legs spreading wide and inviting again.
Malik inhaled and tossed the vibe over his shoulder. He'd wanted to try and simulate a rim job, drive Bakura wild and make him beg for more, but how could he deny his ghost what he so obviously needed? He grabbed the dildo, lining it up with Bakura's asshole and massaging experimentally. Just like the bullet vibe at Bakura's lips, the dildo passed through him without any resistance, but Bakura still bit his lip and squirmed. Malik, feeling more confident, pushed the dildo further into Bakura's transparent, shimmering body, this time feeling a little resistance as Bakura focused his energy in that area.
His first thrust was shallow, investigational. He pulled out slowly, watching Bakura's face for a reaction. His ghost's eyes were closed again, teeth scraping against his bottom lip. He wasn't sure how Bakura could feel it, but he wasn't about to question something that made Bakura look so delectable. He pushed forward again, sinking the dildo further into Bakura's ass, slowly pulling out again. Once he was sure Bakura would stay solid enough he picked up the pace, easing into a steady rhythm.
Bakura gasped, harsh and automatic, an ingrained reflex from a life lost long ago against the pavement. His hands flew to his face, dragging upward, his fingers raking into his hair. His eyes shot open, gaze once more catching Malik's. He grit his teeth, lips curling into an erotic snarl. Malik didn't need to be told what to do; he got a better grip on the dildo and began thrusting faster, deeper.
"Fuck! Yes! Yes! Malik!" Bakura called, eyes squeezing shut again as he let his head fall back. His body didn't rock in time to Malik's thrusts, and there wasn't any resistance when Malik slid the dildo in past the hilt, and for one terrifying second Malik wondered if Bakura was faking it this entire time. He glanced down at Bakura's erection, standing tall and thick and oh so agonizingly tempting, and decided it didn't matter if he was faking or not. He was hard, Malik was hard. As long as they both came he didn't care if what they were doing was just elaborate roleplaying.
He pumped harder, feeling his arm beginning to tire but refusing to stop. Bakura lost all ability to form coherent words; all that came out were half formed syllables, intelligible cries that vaguely resembled Malik's name. Bakura's hand found his cock, jerking quick and clumsily, and Malik couldn't draw his eyes away from the site. His free hand twitched at his side, eager to grab Bakura and bring him to completion with his own hand. He curled his fingers around the sheets, forcing himself to stay still.
It only took about a minute longer before Bakura was cumming. His back arched, high and dramatic off the bed, his face twisted and scrunched into that erotic snarl Malik was beginning to love. There was no semen, just like the last two times, but Bakura continued to work himself, and Malik continued to thrust until Bakura's cock was limp and Bakura fell back to the bed. With a content sigh he finally let himself sink into the mattress, disappearing into it.
Malik smiled and rolled his eyes, flopping down into the space Bakura had just occupied. He caressed his fingers lazily up and down his own cock, his balls tight and aching for release after Bakura's shameless display.
Bakura emerged from the floor a few moments later, hair mussed in a telltale way and shimmering that warmer shimmer. He grinned at Malik, who grinned back and nodded to his cock, red and needy. "Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Aren't you going to return the favor?"
"Hmm, I don't know." Bakura crossed his arms and rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he settled down beside Malik. "I have given you two blowjobs, and you've only made up for one of them. I was never great at math, but if I'm counting correctly that means you still owe me one."
"Don't be an ass," Malik whined. He'd meant to growl, but he was starting to get impatient, too. He wrapped his fingers fully around himself, still stroking slow and lazy. "Please?"
"Hmm…" Bakura's eyes dilated as they watched Malik's hand. "I suppose you can owe me two…"
"I'll owe you five, just make me cum."
Bakura laughed and grabbed the masturbator. He coated it with lube and got to work, slurping up Malik's cock eagerly and making the medium cry out. Malik was so worked up from fucking Bakura that he didn't even last a full minute before he was orgasming, hands gripping the headboard behind his head for support, his eyes never leaving Bakura's face.
When he was finished Bakura tossed the masturbator aside and they lay down on their backs beside each other, Malik still panting heavily, red in the face. Bakura was wearing a satisfied grin.
When Malik's breath returned, he covered his face and laughed, startling Bakura. It was mirthless and unhinged, and Bakura sat up just to stare down at him.
"What the fuck?"
Malik just shook his head, not moving his hands. "This is just…so weird."
Bakura stayed silent, waiting for him to elaborate. He did after a moment, this voice coming out more deadpan than before.
"I'm fucking a ghost. My ghost, the one I should be trying to help cross over." The knowledge that he didn't view his and Bakura's relationship as simply work buddies anymore hit him like a sack of hammers, forcing the breath from his lungs and making his eyes sting. How could he, when their desire was palpable? How could he ever think there was nothing between them after the way Bakura has said his name? How would he possibly let this man, dead or not, slip through his fingers after the way Bakura had looked at him tonight? After Bakura had tried to kiss him multiple times?
How could he possibly help Bakura pass on now?
Bakura misinterpreted him. "To be fair, I have said that I don't want to cross over."
Malik lowered his hands, tempted to tell Bakura that's not what he meant, but the words died in his throat. Honesty would only hurt them both in the long run. He swallowed, took a breath, and played his part, the role destiny had assigned him.
"I should be trying to change your mind, not indulging you with sex."
Bakura just sighed, unfazed. He crossed his arms behind his head. "I am the one who talked you into this."
"I never should have let you."
Bakura frowned, not looking at him. They were silent, the glorious spell that held them enraptured with each other broken. Malik got up, shimmying back into his boxers before sitting back down, back facing Bakura. Bakura didn't move, but he could feel his eyes on his back, and he scowled knowing Bakura was looking at his damned birthmark.
"You know what sucks?" Bakura asked at length.
"What?"
"Feelings."
Malik glanced over his shoulder at him. Bakura averted his eyes, staring at the wall. "They're so fucking complicated. Relationships, too. After my family died I lashed out at anyone who tried to get close to me. I didn't want any friends. I hated all my foster parents. I shared an apartment with three other poor people out of necessity, but barely spoke to any of them when we weren't drinking. The only kind of relationships I wanted were sexual ones. Friendship I didn't understand. Sex I did. I could always tell when my hook ups started catching feelings, and I'd leave before they tried to turn it into something more."
Bakura rubbed his face. Malik watched him, afraid to speak, afraid that any noise or movement would make Bakura shut down and clam up again.
"Even in death it's fucking complicated. I mean, it was easy the first few times. My mediums seemed to hate me as much as I hated them, and all they ever wanted to talk about was passing on. But I don't know how I feel about you. You piss me off with passing on this and afterlife that, but at the same time…Fuck, you make me happy." He made a fist in his bangs, resting his forehead against his wrist. "I want to make you happy, too, and that terrifies me. Every day I find myself wanting to get closer to you. Physically, yeah. Fuck, I would kill to be able to kiss you. But, you know, mentally, too."
He sighed, long and forlorn. "I'm so fucking stupid. I thought that if I could turn our relationship sexual things would pan out like they did when I was alive. I'd just…stop feeling things for you, because then it would just be about the sex, and I never confused sex with lo- other relationships."
Malik's breath hitched.
"But that just made it worse. These feelings, whatever they are, have gotten stronger and…Fuck." He put his face in his hands. "I think you might actually make me pass on."
Malik stared at him, his heart breaking a little more with every word. It was torture, seeing Bakura agonizing over his feelings so much. He wanted to wrap Bakura in his arms and murmur reassurances into his hair, but he couldn't. Not just because a single touch would burn him, but because he knew that if Bakura ever found out his blossoming feelings were requited, it would just hurt him more. It would make his passing even more difficult than it already was, and Malik would not be the one to delay his departure from this realm one more time.
Malik had accepted Bakura's challenge. Malik swore that he would be Bakura's last medium.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and blinked the stinging sensation from his eyes. "That's my job, Bakura."
Bakura looked up, his face falling dejectedly. Then he turned away again, crossing his arms, hugging himself. "I know."
Malik picked at a stray thread on his boxers. "If it's any consolation, I enjoy spending time with you, too. I'll miss you…when you-"
Bakura rounded on him, anger searing in his black eyes. The temperature dropped several degrees, the sudden chill making goosebumps appear on Malik's skin again. "Don't you dare pretend like you liking me carries the same weight as me liking you! You're not going to pass on if you like me!"
"…Sorry."
Bakura just shook his head and went silent. Malik sighed, then forced himself to speak, even though he just wanted to apologize and reassure Bakura his feelings were welcome, and returned.
"I just don't understand why you're so reluctant to pass on, Bakura. Your afterlife will be amazing, and you'll be so much happier than you are here."
"How do you know?" Bakura glared at him in a way Malik hadn't seen since they first met. "How do you know it'll be amazing? Have you seen it?"
Malik was silent, at a loss for words. "Well, no, but-"
Bakura spat. "That's what I thought. You have no idea what's waiting for me on the other side, do you? For all your talk you're just as clueless as I am."
Malik bristled, turning to they were properly facing each other. "So is that the real reason you don't want to pass on? You're scared of what's on the other side?"
Bakura narrowed his eyes and said nothing more as he faded from sight. Malik growled and punched the pillow he'd been propped against. "You can't keep disappearing like this whenever you don't want to talk about something, damn it!"
Silence was his only response. He bit back a sob, equal measures frustrated and distraught, his fingers tracing the raised outline of the kiss shaped burn forever scarring this thigh.
Was Bakura faking? Who knows! Will we ever find out? Who knows!
