Insane
This is a Yu-Gi-Oh FanFiction. It will be a drama, hurt, angst and there will be YAOI and SMUT! So please if you don't like it, do not read it!
The story takes place after the end of Season 5.
Author's note:
New chapter yay!
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Arev
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Bakura
The next three days, Bakura was very cautious around Marik. The Blonde's expression has burned itself into his mind and caused him many confusing and turbulent thoughts. However, Marik was overall not in any strange mood what so ever, he was just being himself – crazy. They went to work together, ate together and nothing strange came up. The Egyptian was focused on other things it seemed. All evenings after Red Velvet Marik finished his work punctually and went straight back at his hotel. This was suspicious to him, since the Maniac never ended his work sharply on the second.
Bakura squeezed his eyes together as Marik once more, for the third evening in a row, closed his laptop, said good buy with a wide smile on his face and left the tent. What was this bastard up to? He glared at the tent's slit, Marik long gone. The sun was already gone and the artificial lights from outside were projecting luminous rays in the inside. He was glad nothing had happened these days, he was just not sure how to act or even react to any such situations. Marik probably didn't know himself, what he was feeling, or at least he didn't understand it.
On the next day, Kaiba called him and barked on the phone, they should work quicker, that he had no time to waste and blah, blah …. The Japanese was obsessed with finding out, how the hell the Pharaoh was back. He couldn't just accept the fact, that it was just fucking magic. He turned and flipped the pen in his fingers, as he looked over to Marik, who was engulfed with his laptop, typing quickly on the keyboard. For a person, who had lived in the tombs, away from technology throughout his child and teenagerhood, he was getting all this stuff impressively quickly. Bakura however, didn't really care for any of that damn tech, he just took it as a necessity, something he had to deal with.
The next call came late in the afternoon "Atem is awake, you can visit him. I am waiting for your reports till the end of the week.". Bakura stared at his phone once it went dead and turned to look at the Blonde. "The Pharaoh is awake." Marik stopped writing, his eyes twitched for a fraction of the second "well, good for him" and continued his typing. "Kaiba wants our reports at the end of the week." The Egyptian turned to face him "now, this is a great news, I love nothing better then giving Kaiba a report, the right way, that is". He flipped his head up and laughed manically. Bakura just observed him. "Wanna visit him today?". Marik stopped laughing abruptly "oh, I would just looove to visit Kaiba!" his eyes narrowed playfully as his smile turned more to a smirk. Bakura shook his head impatiently "stop joking around! I mean the damn Pharaoh". Now Marik's grin disappeared, his lilac orbs hardened "why should I!?" he spat. That was more of a statement than a question - that figured, but maybe there was some essential information they could find out. Bakura just nodded, lost in thoughts, he bit his lip finally saying "another time than.".
The Blonde stood up and approached his desk, leaning on it "I would much like to take you out on a dinner." he flashed his teeth, while Bakura wrinkled his nose "no, thank you!". He ignored the warmth, radiating from the Egyptian and tried to concentrate on his report. "You break my heart, Bakura." Marik stretched every word, pulling his whole sentence into sarcasm. He snarled, pretending the tanned man beside him was invisible.
Some minutes in silence passed, Marik didn't go away, so Bakura just kept on writing. He figured, if the idiot had something to say, he would eventually. "I am meeting Gabriel this night again." Bakura's fingers stopped in their actions as he curled them slightly. His jaw clenched, before he formulated his question "again?". He was not looking at the Egyptian, but he knew, he was being observed. Marik inhaled loudly and sat himself on the desk, stretching his defined legs, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "We met three times already." Bakura's eyebrows actually shot high in disbelief, only to furrow, as he processed the information. He turned to face the Blonde "three times? And you went without me?". His chest felt tight, as anger rose in him.
Marik was looking straight in front of him, he was tensed, his body stiff and he seemed to debate of what to say next. "Your assistance was not required.". Now Bakura rose form his chair, his eyes narrowed dangerously, his fists clenched "My assistance was not required?! I always have to be by your side, when you meet clients, Marik! Who the fuck decided, that I am not needed?". Marik locked his lilac eyes on him, a gentle smile appeared on his face "Gabriel …". He leaned towards the Egyptian, his rage shook through his body, as he spat his next words "how the fuck, can Gabriel decide that?!". The Blonde's eyes softened even more now "he seems to have some saying in all of this.". Bakura couldn't believe, what he was hearing. Marik was going out every night with that bastard and he didn't even know. Anything could have happened, anything!
"I can't let you go without me anymore!" the Egyptian smiled gently again "you have no choice. You are not wished for tonight.". He exhaled loudly, trying to control his anger "this is not in any debate. I am just coming!". Marik turned his whole body towards him, tilting his head to the side, leaning on the desk for support "I am sorry, my sweet Thief, but I have promised, you won't show up… and this guy has a lot of security around him, they will notice you, even if you try to sneak in.". "Fuck it Marik! I can't let you just go with some Phsychos … and fool around …!". He was so mad, Marik's overall calmness was bugging him so much, feeding his fury, to the edge of him wanting to destroy something.
"As I said, we have no choice …" before the Egyptian could finish his sentence, Bakura leaned towards him hissing through his teeth "I. Don't. Care!". Marik blinked several times, exhaling heavily "I can assure you, he is threatening me very well, he just fuc …". Bakura jerked back violently "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he shouted, shaking his head and closing his eyes, as his chest tightened once more. Trying to calm down whatever feelings were rising in him, he whisper finally "I don't want to hear that …".
Warm hands were placed on his shoulders, as he once again felt the dizzying warmth radiating from the Egyptian, who breathed out "Bakura ….", he looked up to observe these beautiful eyes, his throat was suddenly so dry. He swallowed and tried to calm down his quick breathing, his racing heart "Marik, I … ". The Egyptian pulled him, closing the distance between them, only to stop millimetres from his lips. Marik's hot breath brushed against Bakura's face, as his eyes almost flattered shut "Bakura …". He felt, how his body reacted immediately, as the warm hands slid down the length of his arms, to find their final resting place on his hips. Bakura's lids closed and his lips parted greedily taking Mark's. And once more, their tongues engaged in a never-ending war of dominance. They kissed deeply, passionately, they nibbled on each other, bit one another's lips, licked each other, moaned at the sensation, their hands in action observing every curve, every angle of their bodies.
Marik pushed Bakura on the desk gently, spreading his legs, only to pull him closer roughly, so that their fronts touched. Both of them were aroused and the friction was not enough, no matter what they did. He swung his arms around the Egyptian's neck, arching his back, to push himself even closer, their mouths still busy with devouring each other. His mind was already so blurred, so dizzy, that he couldn't really think straight. His body was acting on its own and all it wanted now, was the strong Egyptian in front of him, to embrace him, to take him, to make him his …
Marik Ishtar
He broke the kiss to look at the man in front of him. Bakura was ready, he was finally ready to give himself to him, here and now. Marik didn't wait any longer and buried his mouth into the white flesh of the Thief's neck, making him to shiver and moan in pleasure. He quickly unbuttoned the white shirt and brushed against the erected pink nipples "uhmm …. hah " played with them, as his mouth slowly followed to taste these beautiful peaks. Bakura's breath came out in gasps, his fingers curled and eased, pulling Marik's shirt, every time the Egyptian sucked on his erections, or used his teeth to tease them. While still pleasuring the man underneath him, his right hand found its way down between their fronts, gently squeezing the Thief's cock, who threw his head back, letting an erotic moan escape his lips "Mariiik ….".
Marik quickly undone all the annoying buttons, and zipper and belt, pulling everything down, so that Bakura's proud erection was free. Now they looked at each other, cheeks flushed, barely able to breath, mouths parted, sweaty – lilac eyes drowned in deep brown ones, blurred by passion, by desire, by unbearable longing.
Bakura leaned on his elbows, never breaking the contact, his abs squeezed and relaxed with every breath he took. Marik liked his lips, this was all he was longing for, for so long – this man, the only man, who ever drove him to his limits, no, even beyond them - he drove him crazy, mad, insane with burning desire. All his senses were sharpened, but only for him, his hands wanted nothing more, but to touch and tease that porcelain skin, his lips were thirsting to taste every possible corner on that ebony body he could find, his cock was twitching with desire to be buried inside him and give unimaginable pleasure… he wanted Bakura with every fiber of his being. He couldn't understand what was going on with him, what this sensation was, but he knew that once he tasted Bakura, he would never feel such extasy with anyone else.
He removed the Thief's pants and underwear completely, sliding them off of his legs gently, as if he was afraid the porcelain skin could break in thousand pieces. Once the clothes dropped to the flour, Bakura spread his free legs, revealing his most sensitive, most private parts of his body. The sun was setting at this very moment, flooding the tent in gold and orange and red, bouncing off of the white skin, making it almost shimmer. Marik stopped in his action to observe the man underneath him once more, now in his whole glory. Bakura's head was tilted to the side, his eyes narrowed with desire, his lips slightly parted, his chest bared, rising quickly up and down, and his legs widely opened, inviting him to do what ever he had in mind now. He liked his lips once more and leaned towards the Thief, reaching for his ear, whispering in it "I guess you couldn't find an answer to my question, Bakura …".
Bakura
Before he could answer, Marik's fingers brushed gently against his twitching hole, making all the reasonable thoughts that gathered in his mind, of why he let all this happen so easily scatter in million directions, replaced by the longing he felt from the start. He squeezed Marik's shirt in his fist, turning his head to the side "uhmmm… Marik… " the fingers reached his entrance closer and closer in circling motions, making his breath to come out in gasps and pants once more. The Egyptian was nibbling and liking his ear lobe, moaning from time to time in it, driving shivers through his body. Once the fingers reached the hole, they started rubbing it gently "hah…". He trashed his head, but got locked in place by the Blonde's other hand, still caresssing his ear.
And just before, he thought, he couldn't feel any more pleasure than that, one finger was pushed inside him, making him cry out. "MARIK!". "Shhhhh… relax, relax, my spring flower…". The digit inside him moved slowly now, circling, going in and out, making his mind go numb with pleasure. The Egyptian increased the pace and the depth, making him cry out again and again. His abs spasmed once more, he swallowed the saliva that was gathering in his mouth and running down his chin to look at the hand that was teasing him so sadistically. "Marik… please….". He felt how the Blonde smiled against his neck, as a second finger was pushed inside him. Bakura threw his head back and screamed in extasy, just a little more and he was going to cum. He dug his fingers into Marik's back, scratching it, his legs squeezed him, making the Blonde to gasp.
Bakura's closed eyes teared, he lost control over his body long ago, his hips moved against the fingers inside him, wanting to feel them even deeper. His back was arching every time the digits entered him, his muscles spasmed in sensation. He couldn't recognise his own voice, it come out in raw gasps, erotic moans, full of desire, full of the pleasure, he couldn't believe was possible to feel. He was crying out, opening up to the Egyptian fully, he was pleading him to continue, never to stop, he was calling his name over and over again. A hand turned his face up again, he opened his eyes slowly only to see a blurry image in front of him, but he knew Marik had this very expression on his face, the expression he was so … afraid of.
Before he could say anything, the Egyptian crushed their lips together, the fingers started moving even quicker, even deeper, touching this one spot every time. Bakura was at his limit now, he moaned in Marik's mouth and tried to turn his head to the side, in order to breath, but the Blonde didn't let him. A whisper vibrated in his ear "look at me, Bakura". He opened his teary eyes again and blinked several times to sharpen the image in front of him. Marik was leaning over him, sweaty, blushed, his lilac eyes full of desire, looking down on him, as if he was the only person in the world for him. "Bakura …" he whispered, "I want you to look at me, as you reach your climax, I want you to never forget this!". He was so beyond resisting anything now, that he just weakly nodded, between his moans and gasps. The Egyptian smiled and continued entering him with his fingers, his eyes fixated on him.
And finally, he reached his limit and came, his head arched back, his eyes squeezed shut, his muscled spasmed, he scratched Marik's back once more, as a cry of extasy tore from his throat. His thighs squeezed together, his body shook from the climax.
It took him quite some time to relax his muscles and slow his breathing. Marik had leaned over him the whole time. As he opened his eyes, he saw the Blonde's eye shut, he was still breathing quite heavily. "Bakura, what … just what did you do to me?". These mesmerizing lilac orbs stared at him now "I will never stop now!". His breath quickened again "Marik …" a phone rang and Marik jerked back "shit!"
He quickly searched for the device and answered the call. "Yes, I am sorry, … I will be there right no…. Yes, this won't happened again, … yes I promise …". Bakura straitened up and observed the tanned man's face, it was getting angrier and angrier. Once the call was done, Marik squeezed the phone in his hand so tightly, his knuckles turned white "I must go now…". Bakura nodded, he didn't know what to do or say after his performance, it was embarrassing as it was. The Egyptian looked at him once more observing his naked body, as if he tried to remember it as accurately as possible, debating, as it seemed, if he should say something. Eventually he turned on his heel and left the tent.
Marik Ishtar
He was in a fucking trouble. He was late for his date with Gabriel and he knew the bastard hated waiting. But Marik got lost, engulfed, devoured by his feelings right there in the tent, with him, with that Thief… He had cummed right after Bakura did, it was just impossible not to, having to feel this man underneath him, to see him in all his glory, … all his sensitive facets were revealed to him and that is more he had hoped for. He wasn't sure, of why Bakura had given himself to him so easily…
He was still damn hot, since Bakura's image was burned in his mind vividly. He smiled while, he ran, faster, and faster, as fast as his feet managed to.