I held my breath, my fists balled and my jaw tense. The spaceship's rockets sputtered, and I almost screamed, but I remembered Bakura telling Kek that the intro credits showed the vessel already in space. I had wondered what the big deal was, and now I knew. The spaceship, with both lovers inside, became a glimmer in the sky and I finally released my breath.
"I thought you said this had a happy ending?" I scowled at Bakura during the funeral scene.
"It does."
"Charlotte was dead."
"She'll become a vampire," Bakura said.
"How do you know?"
"I know."
"But how do you know?"
"She has to." Now Bakura's jaw tightened. "That's how I know."
"Ha, you, an optimist." I grinned, relaxing against the sofa again. "But I suppose you always were."
"Pffft, whatever." Bakura crossed his arms over his chest.
"You're like D. You're not so bad- you just dress badly." I yawned, reaching my arms over my head.
"Suck my ass." Bakura flipped me off and I laughed.
I leaned over and kissed his nose. It scrunched up the moment my lips touched his skin, and I'd be lying if I'd said it wasn't endearing. So endearing, in fact, that I found myself reaching up and cupping his face so I could ease in and kiss him properly. Bakura melted against me the second I touched him. I suddenly had no breath. It was like I was freefalling with him, and it was more exhilarating than the fastest motorcycle. We pulled back, gasping for air. I blinked, my entire body burned inside and out, and I didn't want to stop at kissing.
"I'm going to get ready for bed." I gave him a coy smile and stood up to get one of the bags from my shopping trip as I went into the bathroom.
I changed into night clothes; I wanted to surprise Bakura. Perhaps I would have walked out naked, had we been alone, but I didn't want to chance an awkward moment if someone wandered to the kitchen in the middle of the night. Not that it really mattered, I could hear Ryou swearing from his bedroom despite the closed bathroom door.
I grabbed one of the condoms I'd bought and fussed with the wrapper, rolling it over my cock and then readjusting my loose sleeping pants. I will never not hate these things- the condoms, the pants were my favorite. I slipped a small bottle of lube into my pocket as well. Ready as I was going to get, I went back to the sofa where Bakura was already dozing. He opened his eyes the moment I drew near and smiled at me.
"You look cute in your pajamas."
"Shut up." My toes toyed with the carpet threads, just for an excuse not to look at Bakura.
"Guess I should use the bathroom, too," Bakura muttered.
I watched him go and then lay on my side on the sofa. Slipping my hand in my pants, I stroked myself to stay hard, but I didn't really need the help. I was extremely hard and extremely eager for what was going to happen next. My stomach twisted as I waited. I couldn't tell if he was taking a long time, or if I was being impatient. When the door opened and the bathroom light turned off I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming finally you asshole! I licked my lips, more nervous than I'd ever admit.
A single lamp was the only light source in the room, enough to keep me from panicking. Bakura's hair looked especially ashen in the dim lighting and it was gorgeous. He only wore boxers and a tank top. Good. They weren't staying on for long, and I didn't want to fuss with zippers or buttons.
"Do you want to lay on the outside of the couch?" Bakura asked.
"I'm good." I patted the space in from of me. "Why don't you lie down?"
Bakura didn't argue- amazing, I know. I helped pull him down, making sure we were spooning with his back against my chest. I massaged his top shoulder, pressing small kisses into his hair. Bakura shifted a little, nudging backwards against my bulge and I gave a rough exhale at the sensation.
"I wanted to thank you for the kitten."
"I don't need flowers." Bakura snorted.
"But how will I figure out what type you like?" I snickered, my fingers gliding down to his ribs and teasing him. "If I don't…" I slipped my fingers under the band of his shorts. "... experiment."
Bakura breath hitched. He squirmed as I toyed with the sensitive skin below his waistline. I slowed my breathing, forcing myself not to rip his clothes off and shove him to the carpet below.
"This isn't as special as a kitten, but I did find out something interesting about you today and I thought I could incorporate that into my thank you."
"Ah, this is good." Bakura ground his ass against me again. "Don't stop. Please don't."
"I won't. I won't," I whispered against his ear, sucking on the lower lobe for a moment.
I couldn't take it anymore. I slid the tank top off of his chest first, and then pulled his boxers down. I tugged the blanket over us to give us some privacy in case we were interrupted, but I doubt we'd need it. My fingers flicked the buttons down my own top lightning fast and I yanked my pants down around my ankles, kicking them off. Undressing sideways on a couch wasn't ideal, but I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't care. I grabbed Bakura again, soaking in the warmth from his back. I traced the random scars that curved around his shoulder blades or down his lats. I felt tethered to Bakura at that moment, my fingers brushing old, countless wounds. So weird, how I always felt like our souls could brush against each other. My mouth was hot against his flesh, up his shoulder, up his neck. Bakura cooed like a love bird, and I lifted up his leg, ready to start.
"Fuck," I swore when I realized the lube was crumbled up with my pants at the other end of the couch.
"Pants pocket?" Bakura laughed with a mischievous leer in his voice.
"Are my schemes so easy to read these days?"
"No, but I'm used to working with you." Bakura sat up and fished out the little bottle, passing it over to me before getting back into position.
"Thanks." I grabbed the bottle and held it in my left hand as my right continued to explore Bakura's body.
I waited until he was squirming against me again before I poured some of the gel on my fingers. Bakura moaned at the sound of the cap popping. Good. He was as impatient as I was. I reached between his legs and prodded until I found his asshole. I pushed one finger in and eased it in and out at a moderate pace. The way Ryou and Kek yelled, I figured I didn't have to be too cautious with Bakura. However, I didn't want to be reckless either. I made sure he was clenching around my finger before adding a second.
I thought of flowers. Not that I wasn't absorbed in the moment. I was lost to the moment, and lost in the aura of warmth radiating from Bakura's skin, and the way he whimpered as I kissed his spine and buggered him with two fingers. Roses were too damn cliché, how fucking amateurish of Kek. Bakura should have something extraordinary. Irises? Orchids? Bird of Paradise? No, I think he needed something red. That was his favorite color.
Bakura reached back and grabbed at my hip. I could tell he was ready, so I let the moment sweep me away and poured the water-based lube onto the condom. I had to shift around to get into a position that would let me penetrate. The couch was a shit idea, but we didn't have a bed so I was going to make this work, dammit.
"Fuck." Bakura gasped when I slipped inside of him. "Oh fuck."
I wrapped my top arm around him and used my bottom forearm for leverage. It was a position that forced me to go slow, so I was out of my element, but Bakura threw his head back and moaned like he was in heaven and that made my chest swell.
"Bakura," I whispered into his hair again. "I love you."
A choking sound escaped Bakura. He clutched at the fabric of the sofa. I didn't want to let go, it felt too good to hold him, but I allowed my hand to slip down to his cock so I could stroke him.
"Marik!" Bakura shouted.
Hearing my name like that, it was like pouring gasoline over my head and striking a match. Fuck, it was hot, and I was burning because of it. It encouraged me to hike my hips a little faster. For a second, the memory of Kek behind me on the floor flashed back into my thoughts, and I gave a little grunt as my belly tightened again. Didn't help that Kek was screaming down the hall even as Bakura was screaming my name.
It would have been fun to try and outdo them again, but not tonight. Tonight I was focused on one thing- Bakura.
"I love you," I whispered again, winded as the pressure in my groin brought me to the brink. Fuck, I hope Bakura was close because I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Malik!" Bakura half-cried, half-gasped.
He reached down to the floor where a box of tissue sat near the couch and bunched several sheets in his hand. His moans rose into the air, and he came trembling against me and oh gods was it a good feeling. I let go of his cock after he was spent and clutched his hip so I could press a little deeper into his body.
"Bakura. Bakura. Bakura- ohhh, oooohhh, ooooooooooh shit!" I called out as I came myself.
All the tension evaporated out of my body. My arms snaked around Bakura again as we both sighed in relief.
"I need to clean up," I muttered against his back.
"Ngh, me too," Bakura muttered.
I grinned as an idea came to me. "Want to take a shower with me?"
"Yeah." Bakura twisted around in my arms so he could steal a kiss.