By OtakuChild
DISCLAIMER: Malik and Bakura do not tear each other's clothes off and do the nasty on the cartoon, so it is obvious that I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Here it is: The final chapter.
Chapter Five: Awakenings
Malik's POV
I dry
my face, making sure the redness in my cheeks is gone.
He saw
it, I'm sure. DAMMIT! I don't want him to know! I know he doesn't feel
that way! He's probably got some Playboy magazines stashed somewhere.
Anyways...
I'm now
in the living room. Bakura gives me a look that I can't read. "Sit," he
says, and he's gesturing to the couch, so I sit. It's really the only thing
I can do. I'm nervous as Hell. My palms are sweating, my heart is going
flippity-flop, and there's butterflies in my stomach. I don't like this.
I stare
at the floor, because at this point in time, I can't look Bakura in the
face without giving something away. He sits, and inches closer to me.
Flippityflippityflippity.
Gods,
I think he can hear the pounding in my chest. He clears his throat.
"Malik,
it really did work. I hate smoking. Now. It's weird, but it's true. I feel
better. Cleaner, kinda."
It sounds
strange coming from him. This is a side of him that I've never seen before.
He's
not done yet.
"I suck
ass at this, Malik, but...well, thank you for forcing me to kick the habit.
I know it was bad for me...geeesh, this sounds really stupid...but I know
you hated it...oh man..."
I don't
mean to sound dumb right now, but he's acting absolutley adorable. I smile
at him, and he gives me this goofy grin. What's gotten into him? Wait!
His face is turning red!
Is he...is
blushing?
But why
would he be blushing?
Unless...
Does
he...
Does
he like me, or love me?
No. I'm
just kidding myself. I've got to be.
He takes
a deep breath.
"I...I
want to know, Malik...why did you do this? Help me quit, I mean. Why?"
Uh-oh.
I can't
lie to him. He sees right through me, every time.
But I
can't tell him!
I do
believe I am royally screwed.
Bakura's POV
Oh shit.
Why am
I doing this?
I'm just
setting myself up for pain. I mean, he'll probably say something like how
it's easier to split rent or something. I'm sure of it.
And I'm
blushing! God dammit! I don't blush. Sunburn, yes. BUT I DON'T BLUSH!
But wait!
Malik was blushing, I think, before he ducked into his room.
No, of
course he didn't. I'm just hallucinating. It's probably from the hypnosis
or something.
But wait!
I think he's doing it again. Now I know he is!
Malik
is blushing!
But
why?
Could
it be?
Wait.
Let him talk.
And then
brace yourself for the rejection.
Just
hear him out first.
Malik
takes a breath.
And what
he says next takes me completley off guard.
"Well...I
was gonna kick you out...butIcouldn'tdoitbecauseIthinkyou'rehotandyourevilandit'sreallysexyandI'minlovewithyou."
Malik's POV
Oh. My.
God.
I can't
believe I just said that!
He's
dumbfounded. I knew it.
Without
thinking, I turn and bolt for the door in my room. Before I can make it
he's tackled me to the floor.
Great.
He's probably gonna kick my ass.
But something
isn't right here. He's not beating me up. And I'm crying.
I hate
when I do that.
I scrunch
my face to try and hide my tears. A hand snakes around and grabs my shoulders.
"Don't
move," he says. And he stands up.
And then
he picks me up.
Now I'm
completley confused.
He carries
me to the couch and sits me back down, and I hide my face in my hands.
"Look
at me, Malik." he says, his voice is gentle. Something is amiss.
I have
no choice but to look at him as he takes his hand, and tilts my chin up
to face him.
"I want
you to repeat what you just said, only slower."
Oh shit!
I'm crying again!
I close
my eyes. "I said...I said..." I take a deep breath and try to calm my voice,
because it's shaking and threatening to crack.
What
is wrong with me? I've never acted like this around anyone, ever. Hell,
I've never acted like this alone.
"You
said..." Bakura's gaze is unmoving.
"I said
that I couldn't kick you out, because...because I-I..."
"You
what?"
"I fell
in love with you."
Silence.
I can't take it anymore, and I struggle to break free. But he grabs my
wrists.
"NO!!"
I hear myself scream. "LET ME GO!!" I thrash harder.
"DAMMIT
MALIK YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!!!" He pins me to the couch.
"Why?
Let me go, please!" I hear myself say, and my voice sounds hollow. "Why
won't you let me go?" I break. To Hell with this. I start crying, all-out
crying.
"Just
sit still for a minute!" He won't let go, and it's scaring me. I'm seriously
starting to panic.
"BAKURA!!!
LET ME GO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING???" Oh yeah, full panic attack rising now.
"JUST
CALM DOWN!!!"
"NO!
LET ME GO!"
"MALIK,
CALM DOWN!! I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU!!!" His tone is desperate now.
In my
struggling I feel something fall on my face. I stop for a minute to see
what it was and where it came from.
It's
a tear, and it's not my own. I open my eyes and look up.
And see
that Bakura is crying too.
"Malik,
please calm down. I don't want to hurt you, honest I don't." He fights
back more tears. "I...I just...I don't know what to do when you freak out,
and I didn't mean to scare you, but I don't know how to calm you down,
and then you started to panic, and...oh Ra, I'm so sorry...Malik...just
let me..."
And he
kisses me, a soft, feathery kiss, a kiss that I thought Bakura never had
in him. He gently wipes my tears away.
"Don't
cry, Malik. I love you. Please don't cry. I don't like it when you cry.
It makes me sad to see you upset. You...you mean the world to me."
And he
lifts me up and kisses me again, this time, with more passion. I melt into
his arms. I never, ever thought he'd reduce me to Jello. Slowly, the kisses
heat up, and hands are going to places unmentioned. Before I can register
anything my shirt comes off. He stops, and looks me in the eye.
"Are
you sure...? I'll stop..."
WHAT???
Are you insane?? I'll kill you if you leave me hanging like this!
Nobody,
I repeat, NOBODY, gets me horny and leaves me for dead.
"No,
keep going. I want to keep going."
That
stated, he picks me up, carries me to his bedroom, slamming the door with
his foot. He practically throws me onto the bed.
And that's
all you need to know for right now.
Bakura's POV
Wow.
Oh man...um...
Wow.
I'm having
a hard time trying to talk, and...
Wow.
Geez,
when it comes to...stuff, Malik is good.
But
I'm off topic now.
He loves
me.
Malik
loves me.
He really,
really loves me.
I never,
ever thought he'd ever feel the same.
Maybe
it'll help me, I mean, I stumble and trip over my words whenever I get
all feeley-feeley.
Right
now he's sleeping soundly next to me, looking so peaceful. He's beautiful.
His skin
is so soft. So is his hair. It's like there's this childlike innocence
about him, and even with all he's been through in life, he never lost that
innocence. I think that's why I started to fall for him in the first place.
I've
never felt so happy, or complete.
I'm glad
I found him. I'm sick of being evil all the time. Now don't get me wrong,
I love being evil, but I need to be able to let myself go sometimes,
not just around Ryou. Besides, Ryou's usually off somewhere with Skuld(1).
I'm never
going to let him go. Ever.
Malik's POV
I wake
up in a bed, and a room that is not my own, rather sore. In a sleepy stupor
I wonder how I got here and why I'm not wearing clothes, and then it all
comes back to me.
Bakura.
We did
the wild thing!
He loves
me! Bakura is in love with me!
YAAAAAY!!!!
Before
I drifted off Bakura said something about childhood innocence or something
like that. I think he thinks that I'm innocent, in some weird way.
I don't
think so, though sometimes I do get all giddy, like a little kid. Maybe
that's what he means. Oh well. I'm too lazy and happy and relieved all
at the same time to think about it. I roll over and snuggle closer
to Bakura, who seems to be off in his own little world. Gods, he's so warm.
He notices the fact that I am awake, and pulls me even closer, if it's
humanly possible.
Bakura's POV
He's awake.
He's also pulled himself rather close to me. Perfect.
I pull
him closer.
"Why
hello there," I murmur. I run my hands through his platinum hair, and plant
a kiss on his forehead, a kiss that he is more than eager to return.
I study
him intently. Those eyes, a shade of purple that can be bright lavender
when he's happy, or a dark and sultry violet when he's angry, or passionate.
I could stare into those eyes for all of eternity, if need be. They have
an exotic slant to them, and long, dark lashes. His high cheekbones just
make the rest of him that more exotic. And his smile, gods, he has a irresistible,
infectious smile. It pulls into a cute little frown when he's dissatisfied
with something, and, just as quick, can turn into one hell of a sexy sneer.
He's
perfect. And he's mine, all mine. Malik has now crawled over so that he's
on my chest, and he's currently planting kisses on my cheek.
"I love
you Baby," he says. He flashes a grin.
"Love
you too," I say. He plants a kiss on my lips, and, without consent, pushes
his tongue in. I allow, and for the next ten minutes we do nothing but
kiss. He rests his head on my chest, and I absently stroke his hair.
"You're
something special, Malik." I say. He is. How he got through his childhood
without doing something horribly drastic, like drugs or self-mutilation
is beyond me.
Malik
murmurs somthing into my chest, and we both fall asleep.
I'll
never, ever leave him, as long as I live.
I know
I'll love him forever.
Woo! Finished! YAY!! Now time to work on 'Sicky.'
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