Dlbn: I'm back, bitches! Did ya miss me? 3
Nbld: Sorry for the long hiatus! We simply lost inspiration for a bit, but now it's BACK!
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Marquis Amon: Nothing can ever be perfect for these guys, but it's close to it for now, at least. They have to be lighthearted, considering the circumstances they're caught up in and all. More coming up!
VampirePrinssess: Even if he DOES go after Bakura, he'll just get his ass beat XD Poor Marik's like "damn, I have a freaking twin" at that point XD Poor Ryou, so innocent and not wanting to be involved in conflict ;)
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000
Thankful for Yami and Ryou having as insatiable sexual appetites as Bakura and I, I snuggled up against the white-haired male as we lay together on his bed, completely naked and covered by a thing blanket. He ran his fingers through my blonde hair as we lay there, just enjoying one another's company. Our friends were likely to be busy until later, so we had all the time in the world between rounds to relax. I both heard and felt Bakura sigh underneath me.
"What is it?" I wondered, tilting my head up to look at him.
"Just thinking." Bakura muttered.
"About?"
"This whole thing with your father." He sighed. "He really has it out for me, doesn't he?"
"Yeah…you're not…you know…scared…are you?"
Bakura pulled me closer. "Afraid of him and his drunken army? No." He stated. "Of what he could do to you…yes…" The last part was half-whispered, but I caught it anyway.
I leaned up and kissed his bottom lip. "Don't dwell on that, okay? You'll drive yourself crazy. I'm safe, Bakura. I have you…"
Bakura's fingernails lightly dug into my hip. "Damn straight you do." He stated. "And don't you ever forget it."
"Forget what?" I smirked. "I think you may have to remind me about what I'm not supposed to forget."
He pulled me closer until I was on top of him, straddling his waist. I flushed, observing my limp member resting gently against his stomach; milky tan to creamy white.
"What?" he wondered.
"Nothing." I blushed, leaning down to kiss him. "Now are you going to show me, or am I going to have to drag it out of you?" I nibbled on his lower lip.
He moaned gently against me. A gasp escaped my lips as his fingers began gently prodding against my entrance; rubbing the puckered skin gently before pressing in slightly. I glided my hips back against him, making him slip a little further in each time and stopping him from moving too far out as well. he grabbed me gently by the back of the neck and pulled me down to kiss him. We rocked in synch together as our lips danced in a slow, steady rhythm. I felt him angle the head of his member to my entrance and moaned; sliding back to take the tip inside of my backside. He grunted and then moaned at the tightness inside. I waited until he was completely inside of me before raising up to my knees and using my hands on his shoulders for leverage. I rocked back against him, making him slip in and out of me at an even rhythm. His fingers dug into my hips, helping guide me up and down along his shaft. I moaned loudly as we moved together. His hips lightly thrust into me. His left hand left my hip and slid to my now erect member. He began gently pumping the shaft, massaging lightly at the head as he did so. I snapped my hips back a little too harshly and yelped. He held me still and thrust into me so I wouldn't hurt myself again.
"Mm…B-Bakura…" I moaned.
"Damn, Marik…" He muttered. "So damn tight…"
I flushed. "Um….I'm gonna…"
"Me…too…" He grunted.
I pushed myself up so that just my knees were supporting my weight. I bounced up and down quickly on his member, moaning as the angle change made him graze my prostate.
"B-Bakura…I can't…can't much…l-longer…"
"Yeah, me too…"
A few more thrusts and I collapsed back onto my hands and knees as an orgasm ripped through my body. White hot fluid seeped from my member onto Bakura's stomach, dripping down his still pumping hand. He didn't seem to moan as he continued thrusting up into me until he was spent as well. I gently and slowly slid off of him and flopped down at his side, where he used his left arm to pull me in close.
"I love you." He muttered, kissing my quickly on the lips.
"I love you too." I kissed back gently, before pulling away to lay back down against his chest and nuzzle him as I sighed in contentment. He wrapped both arms around me.
"They better not show up any time soon." He informed me. "I have another round in me…"
"Bakura!" I laughed. "Come on, three times is enough for one day."
"Never." He kissed my nose.
I chuckled. No matter what was going to happen in the days to come, as long as I had Bakura in my bed and my friends around, I'd be alright.
000
School the next day couldn't have been any more awkward. Ishizu and her friends had elected to sit with our group at the table. Bakura kept his one hand on my knee, acting like it was resting on his own, while we ate.
"So why are you sitting here again?" Yami wondered.
"I thought that since we're all on the same page now, we should at least try to be civil." Ishizu stated coolly, taking a sip form her carton of milk. "Besides, our table is currently being taken up by a bunch of Freshmen."
"So you got forced off of your own table and took ours because there was nowhere better to go?" I cocked an eyebrow. "Nice to know you actually like your little brother and his friends, Ishizu…"
She rolled her eyes. "Whether or not I like any of you isn't the issue here."
"Oh, come on Ishizu. At least try and be nice?" Serenity asked gently, taking the time from her usual staring at both Tristain Taylor and Duke Devlin; her brother's friends that were constantly vying for her attention; even beneath the watchful gaze of the blonde. (Who apparently wasn't bright enough to understand that they weren't keeping an eye on her just because her brother was their friend. Naïve little Joey. Even Kaiba had picked up on it once and, as Mokuba said, he was dumb as a doornail when it came to relationships).
"I am being nice." My sister countered.
"This is you nice?" Bakura snorted. "I'd hate to see what you're like when you're being rude."
She gave him a look that could kill. I resisted the urge to glare at her as a warning to quit it.
"Don't start a fight." I ordered Bakura, slapping his arm.
He glared at me, but I could see the mischievous sparkle in his eyes that gave away the humor behind the glare.
"Whatever you say, Marik." He taunted.
Mai rolled her eyes. "Men can be so immature." She commented.
Serenity giggled, hiding her laughter behind hands with pink painted nails. "You got that right!" She agreed.
Ishizu snorted. "They're not men, they're boys." She stated. "Men have more class."
Thief opened his mouth to provide a witty comeback, but was interrupted by the sight of my brother barreling over to our table; walking fast so as to not grab too much attention.
"Meeting. Now." Odion stated.
There was a tone of urgency in his voice.
"Serenity, Mai, hold down the fort." Ishizu stated, placing her palms on the table and rising. "
"Um…okay?" Serenity wondered.
"I'll explain later." Ishizu stated. "Boys, come on, please."
So as to not bring up suspicions anymore then we already were doing, we left at irregular intervals after my sister. Ryou and I left together.
"I wonder what this is about?" Ryou wondered. "Odion seems worried and rushed."
"I haven't seen him like this since mom…" I froze, not wanting to continue. I shook my head to rid myself of the thoughts that were going to bug me for the rest of the day.
Once we were in the hallway, Bakura took my hand in his. "Are you alright?" He wondered. "You look like you're going to pass out on me."
"I'm fine." I argued, taking my hand back and shoving both into my jeans.
It was nothing personal, but Ishizu didn't and couldn't know of our relationship until this was over, and the two of us holding hands definitely would have raised eyebrows on her end.
I half expected the police to be standing with Odion, ready to inform us of my father's death or something close to it. What I didn't expect to see was Noah sitting on a staircase, one leg propped up and leaning his chin on it. He perked up as we got close.
"Ah, there you are." He greeted. "I hope I didn't alarm anyone."
"Wait, this was your idea?" Yami wondered.
Noah nodded. "Yup." He chuckled.
"So what do you want?" Bakura wondered, propping an arm on my shoulders in an almost possessive, yet protective, gesture.
Ishizu didn't seem to notice. Or, if she did, she simply didn't think enough of it. After all, Bakura had done that to both Thief and Yami before, but there wasn't an air or protectiveness behind it like there was with me.
"I really don't want to alarm anyone, but there's been some…talk."
"Talk?" I wondered. "Of what?" I folded my arms over my chest, suddenly nervous and self-conscious for reasons I didn't understand.
"I'm not entirely sure what the situation is with your family, but my father was having a couple drinks with an old friend of his from what he called 'back in the day', which I think means before he met my mother, but…"
"Get on with it, Noah." Thief stated, crossing his arms over his chest. "What does this have to do with any of us?"
"Well father brought him to the house after they had dinner, you know, to meet the family? Well he got a phone call and went in the other room to answer. I thought it was a little suspicious, so I followed. He didn't spot me, thankfully, but…"
"Get on with it." Thief prodded yet again.
"Yes, um…Marik, what is your father's name?"
"Dad? Um it's Nidanka."
"Hm, that's what I suspected." Noah stated. "You see, it appears that my father's old friend knows your father."
"And what's your point?" Odion wondered.
I was surprised. I thought he had known and that's why he was so frantic. It seemed he was just as clueless as we were.
"Well I heard your names come up several times." Noah nodded at Bakura and me. "It appears my father's friend, Tsuki, really doesn't…
"Wait, Tsuki?" I wondered.
"You know him?" Noah cocked an eyebrow.
Ishizu rubbed her arms and looked away. I hated the pained look on her face.
"Let's just say we have a history with him…" I muttered.
"I kicked his ass at the mall when he was drunk and wouldn't keep his hands off of Marik…" Bakura muttered.
"And busted his head in with a lead pipe when he was at the Ishtar home…"
"I don't want to hear more about that!" Ishizu all but shrieked, breaking her normally calm exterior. She flushed and adjusted her necklace for some reason. "It was a horrid day."
Noah nodded. "I respect your privacy. I'm not my brother." He rolled his eyes.
He had to mean Kaiba. Mokuba was harmless as a fly. He got into trouble more often then not, and needed his brother to bail him out.
"Anyway," the young green haired teen went on, "I couldn't exactly understand all of what he was saying because he was muttering, and they had had something to drink earlier." He glared at Thief, daring him to say to continue one more time. "All I could gather was that they're planning something. I'm not sure what, but your father really isn't fond of Bakura. Tsuki neither."
"I kicked both their asses." Bakura sneered. "They're embarrassed, pathetic drunks."
I nodded. You couldn't argue with that.
"What are they planning?" Ryou wondered, swallowing thickly. "Did you catch any of their plan?"
"They're going to go after you." Noah stated. "I'm not entirely sure how, when, or where, but they're planning on it. He's coming over for dinner tonight again, since Mokuba and Kaiba were out of the house, and father wants them to meet him. I'll see if I can hear anything else if your father calls again."
"Why are you even telling us this?" Bakura wondered. "We don't exactly float in the same social circle, here."
Noah smiled sadly. "I don't have a social circle…father makes me spend all my off periods and my lunch in his office with him so he can keep an eye on me." He said. "I have no reason to withhold this information form you, but I can't tell my father, because I don't have the full story yet. But by the time I get it…I just don't want it to be too late, okay? I consider you guys friends…" He cleared his throat. "Sorry…"
"Whatever happens, we can take it." Bakura stated with a sense of finality. "So don't worry so much. Just get us any details you can."
"Okay." Noah stood. "I better go back to father's office before his meeting ends and he comes back to find me gone." He started to pass us, but stopped. "You're lucky to have Bakura, Marik. Most guys would have run the other way the moment trouble started brewing, boyfriend or not." He offered a small smile before taking off.
"What did he mean by 'boyfriend or not'?" Ishizu glared.
"I think he meant that even though Bakura and I aren't together, if anyone else was in his position, they'd head for the hills."
She glared. "That better be it…"
"Oh, what the hell crawled up your ass?" Bakura wondered. "I get what Noah said was…disturbing, but there's no reason to…"
"Shut up." She ordered him. "I just don't want my brother making a mistake…"
"A mistake?" Bakura growled. "I saved your brother's ass. Twice, and more literal the second time around. And you have the nerve to say that being with me would be a mistake on his part?"
"Helping one another is one thing. Dating is something else entirely!"
"Oh for Ra's sake!" I snapped. "What and who I decide to do are not your business, Ishizu." I sneered at her. "You're my sister. Not my mother, so stop trying to be." I stalked off.
"Marik, wait!" Bakura chased after me.
Ishizu stood still. I didn't have the heart to look back. I was afraid of what I'd see written on her face.
000
Bakura caught up with me out in the courtyard. He grabbed me by the wrist and forced me to stop running.
"Marik, stop!" He ordered. "Don't run away from me. Please?" He pulled me to him. "Relax, okay? Relax…"
I panted heavily as I leaned onto him for support. Luckily, this courtyard was on a side of the building that was unoccupied at this time of the day, due to most students having lunch. Our school really had a weird setup, keeping one wing closed at certain times of the day for cleaning and such. Why couldn't they just do that during normal class hours or after school?
"I can't relax…" I stated. "I…"
We gently sank to the ground, sitting on a patch of grass. I curled up against his side.
"What's wrong, Marik?" He wondered, running his fingers through my hair.
"I just…I'm so sick of the way she talks about you. After everything you've done for us, she still…"
"I have a reputation, Marik. There's no way around that." He whispered softly, as if scared of frightening me away. "Unfortunately, no matter what good I do, there are going to be plenty of bad things I've done to outweigh it. And unfortunately again, Ishizu has a mentality where once she's learned something about someone, that's all she can see in them. Am I right?"
I nodded. "Yeah, that's true. She's convinced that Kaiba and Joey's hatred for one another stems from some kind of sexual frustration."
Bakura chuckled. "I can solve that problem in two seconds flat. Go screw each other. You both get off and satisfy your needs. Sexual frustration dissolved."
I laughed. "Yeah, sex solves everything."
"Got you to stop being so nervous with me, did it not?" He kissed the top of my head.
I laughed. "Yeah…" I sighed. "I can't believe I said that to Ishizu…she must be devastated…"
"What makes you think that?"
"I don't need to see the look on her face to know that it hurt her. Me saying she wants to take mom's place."
"She knows you didn't mean it like that. I think, anyway."
I shrugged. "Who knows…I wish I hadn't said it…"
"I would've done the same if I were you." He confessed. "Honestly, I was about to tell her to stop acting like a mother hen, but you took care of that."
I glared but sighed, knowing he was right.
"Maybe I can go apologize."
"Alright." He helped me stand, pulling me in close by the waist.
"What are you doing, Bakura?" I wondered, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"What do you think?" He gently kissed me.
I flushed. "B-Bakura…"
"I just thought I'd try and cheer you up." He chuckled. "And since I can't do that around Ms. Fussy…"
I smiled gently. "Maybe…one day…you'll be able to…" I paused. "Bakura?"
"Yes?" He wondered.
"Do you think we're going to be ready to…you know…come out…? At all…?"
"You mean….make us public?"
"Yeah…?"
He flushed, looking away. "I don't know…I was thinking once we get this shit with your father and the other drunk settled…"
"Y-Yeah…That's what I was thinking, too…" I paused. "But how…?"
"Well, I was thinking something like I grab you and kiss you in front of everyone for no reason other then that I can. And even you won't know it's coming." He winked.
I laughed at him. "Oh Bakura…"
He chuckled. "I thought I could make you laugh. Come on. Let's go find Ms. Stick-Up-Her-Ass so you can apologize and feel better."
"Hey, that's your future sister-in-law you're talking about." I chuckled.
He stopped walking, staring after me. It wasn't until I started laughing and half-heartedly jogging back inside that he shook it off and followed me.