Disclaimers: I own it. Yes thats what I said. It is mine.
Yami B: The show, idiot!
Ak: Oh.don't own that. But I do own Yugioh pajamas! ^_^
This is Yaoi! Boyxboy love. Don't like, please leave. Also this has crossdressing in it.
Oh yeah.expect OOCness.
Well, on with the fic!
WHAT?! YAMI BAKURA'S A GIRL?!!!
Bakura kept darting glances at Malik who was currently taking notes in Physics. What the hell was it about that infuriating boy?! He was..pleasant on the eyes, Bakura admitted reluctantly but so was Seto. The attitude was a mirror image of himself which may be or may not be a good thing. All in all, Bakura was confused, something he didn't like to be. Sure, hand him a computer and he's a genius but give him a problem to deal with in everyday life and he becomes a complete dolt. Bakura took a quick peek at Seto, wondering just why he had fallen for the other boy in the first place. He was interrupted from his thoughts by a very familiar voice.
Bakura kept the glare on his face. Malik chuckled. "Still mad about earlier?" Seto, feeling jealous, sidled closer to them so he could listen in. Malik grinned cheekily. "I thought you liked it?"
"You kissed me you kisama! What did you expect me to do?!" Seto's eyes went round. Kissed? When? Seto began plotting ways to get rid of Malik. "You are ignorant."
"Touche, Riyu." Malik leaned closer to Bakura, lips skimming his and traveling to his ear. "Or should I call you Ryou?"
"NANI?!!!" Bakura yelled, earning the attention of the entire class which, thankfully, only included around a dozen considering it was an advanced placement course.
Malik laughed at the traumatized look on Bakura's face. "Don't be so shocked. Your not the only one with hacking skills. Lucky for you, my aibou has been sick. You won't get the Sennen Ring from me. Unless..." Bakura's brow twitched. Of course, there was an alternative. "You go on a date with me and just maybe, if you satisfy me which," Malik licked Bakura's earlobe, "I do believe you will."
"You know I'm a guy and you still want to?" Bakura asked dryly.
"That just turns me on more. Your pretty as a girl but as a boy, I bet your downright irressitable."
"Hn."
"Ah. Your not into boys, are you?" Malik asked, clucking his tongue. "You don't know what your missing." A very, very light blush stained Bakura's cheeks. Malik, however, caught it. "You are!" Seto kept his growl low, not liking the whispered conversation that he couldn't hear. "Good. I was thinking I was going to have to rape you."
"Rape me? You could only try, kisama."
Malik pouted. "Kisama? Can I help it if I murdered my father?"
Bakura blinked. "What?"
"Surely you read about Marik's father being killed." Bakura nodded. "I did it. Don't tell me that doesn't turn you on in the least bit? The thrill of taking one's life." Bakura kept silent, not willing to depart with that information. "Ah, but I know you do Bakura. You see, I remember you from my past in Egypt." Bakura's eyes flashed. "I see you do too. Thats why you feel as if you know me, because...you do." Malik shrugged.
"My partner...." Bakura said, more to himself than to Malik. So..that was the mysterious connection. His memory was still fuzzy but perhaps Malik could help him find it out.
"Yes. I will help you."
"How did- Never mind. Our Sennen Items. So, you must know why I'm here."
"Of course, Bakura." Malik smiled winningly. "Why don't we ditch the rest of our classes? Spend some time...catching up."
Seto had stayed quiet for long enough. The billionaire walked forward, arm going around Bakura's waist. "Love, is he bothering you?" Seto glared daggers at Malik, just waiting for the yami to speak. Lucky for both of them, Malik didn't say anything. Seto placed a kiss on Bakura's neck, nipping him roughly, a bruise appearing.
Malik raised a delicate eyebrow. "I seem to be interrupting something. Riyu, we will speak later."
Bakura didn't respond for he was holding in the moans of pleasure that threatened to erupt from Seto's marking of his flesh. Pain was pure bliss for him. But, just as quickly as he began, Seto stopped in mid-suck. Bakura held down the whimper that almost escaped. Seto flushed at the glazed brown eyes, mistaking the desire for anger. "I'm sorry Bakura. He looked like he was bothering you."
"Hn." Bakura rubbed his neck where three tiny bruises formed. This was new. Usually ~he~ did the marking, not the other. Bakura glanced at the agitated genius. It was only to drive Malik away. It was nothing more but did...Seto enjoy it as much as he, himself, did? Bakura sighed, resuming the charade of Seto's girlfriend when the bell rang. Getting the Sennen Rod was going to be much harder than he first expected. Malik was a worthy adversary who wouldn't hesitate to go kamikaze should the Rod or its owner, Marik, be threatened. Malik was interested in him, sexually most likely. Bakura could take the Rod by seducing Malik. Bakura snickered. Bakura the Seducer. That wasn't a title he ever thought he'd have but it was the only option. The Rod would be his.
Seto and Bakura went to their usual spot outside of the cafeteria. Seto absently touched the bruises on Bakura's neck. "I..I didn't hurt you did I?"
"No Seto. I've been hurt worse."
Seto frowned. He didn't like the thought of anyone hurting his-okay, not his but he was making progress-Bakura. Seto's rational thoughts floated on the breeze as he ran his hand through the silken, platinum strands of hair. His fingers twirled in the spikes, surprised that they were so downy- smooth. Bakura was stiff during the sensual treatment, unsure of how to act. He was wonderfully delighted yet his stomach knotted in nervousness. Just ~why~ was Seto behaving like this? Was it just another act? There was a new emotion flickering in the cerulean orbs that were currently studying his face languidly.
Bakura's heart sped. Why was Seto getting so...close? Seto's lips, only inches from his own. A kiss? Seto leaned in, lips just barely brushing against Bakura's. Seto was shocked that Bakura's lips were so soft, velvet even. The emotions were electrifying, traveling on electrons from Bakura to Seto and back again. Seto brought his hands to Bakura's cheeks, tilting the yami's head so he could deepen the kiss.
Seto flicked his tongue across Bakura's lips, sliding it inside the warm caverns of the akutenshi's mouth. He pressed his knee against Bakura's thigh, holding him in place, straddling his hips. Bakura's eyes snapped open. What the hell?! Seto..was aroused? Bakura paniced. He..he didn't want this! Not now! (an:...he's ooc here. ) Bakura bit down hard on Seto's tongue, tepid blood trickling. (an:thats more like him!) Seto persisted, holding Bakura still. If anything, the blood caused Seto to become more adamant.
'No! Not like this!!!!' Bakura shouted into his mind. 'Please! Stop!' Bakura could feel his hikaris' link open, the overwhelming magnitude of his fear reaching all the way to Domino City. He had to contain his fear. Bakura struggled to leave the strong grip but to no avail. Seto was weighing down too much on his body, which was thirty pounds lighter than the billionaire's. "Stop," Bakura whispered.
"Why would I do that? I'm finally taking what I want," Seto breathed, reaching down for another kiss. "Dont deny this Bakura. I know you want it too. I can feel it," he growled huskily, hand snaking down to the edge of Bakura's skirt, hand clutching the organ he found.
Bakura could feel tears rolling down his cheeks. (omg..that was really ooc) "Seto, no."
Then, Seto was off of him. Bakura peered up to see a very angry Malik, rubbing the knuckles of his fists which were darkened with blood. Seto wiped his busted lip, blinking in uncertainy. He glanced at Bakura, unsure of the tears in his eyes and then at Malik but before Seto could say anything, Malik was leading Bakura away.
'What just happened?' Seto asked himself. 'What'd I do to deserve to get hit? Bakura..' he stared after the dissappearing forms.
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Thanks for reviewing! ^_^ Means oodles to me! :P
Yami B: The show, idiot!
Ak: Oh.don't own that. But I do own Yugioh pajamas! ^_^
This is Yaoi! Boyxboy love. Don't like, please leave. Also this has crossdressing in it.
Oh yeah.expect OOCness.
Well, on with the fic!
WHAT?! YAMI BAKURA'S A GIRL?!!!
Bakura kept darting glances at Malik who was currently taking notes in Physics. What the hell was it about that infuriating boy?! He was..pleasant on the eyes, Bakura admitted reluctantly but so was Seto. The attitude was a mirror image of himself which may be or may not be a good thing. All in all, Bakura was confused, something he didn't like to be. Sure, hand him a computer and he's a genius but give him a problem to deal with in everyday life and he becomes a complete dolt. Bakura took a quick peek at Seto, wondering just why he had fallen for the other boy in the first place. He was interrupted from his thoughts by a very familiar voice.
Bakura kept the glare on his face. Malik chuckled. "Still mad about earlier?" Seto, feeling jealous, sidled closer to them so he could listen in. Malik grinned cheekily. "I thought you liked it?"
"You kissed me you kisama! What did you expect me to do?!" Seto's eyes went round. Kissed? When? Seto began plotting ways to get rid of Malik. "You are ignorant."
"Touche, Riyu." Malik leaned closer to Bakura, lips skimming his and traveling to his ear. "Or should I call you Ryou?"
"NANI?!!!" Bakura yelled, earning the attention of the entire class which, thankfully, only included around a dozen considering it was an advanced placement course.
Malik laughed at the traumatized look on Bakura's face. "Don't be so shocked. Your not the only one with hacking skills. Lucky for you, my aibou has been sick. You won't get the Sennen Ring from me. Unless..." Bakura's brow twitched. Of course, there was an alternative. "You go on a date with me and just maybe, if you satisfy me which," Malik licked Bakura's earlobe, "I do believe you will."
"You know I'm a guy and you still want to?" Bakura asked dryly.
"That just turns me on more. Your pretty as a girl but as a boy, I bet your downright irressitable."
"Hn."
"Ah. Your not into boys, are you?" Malik asked, clucking his tongue. "You don't know what your missing." A very, very light blush stained Bakura's cheeks. Malik, however, caught it. "You are!" Seto kept his growl low, not liking the whispered conversation that he couldn't hear. "Good. I was thinking I was going to have to rape you."
"Rape me? You could only try, kisama."
Malik pouted. "Kisama? Can I help it if I murdered my father?"
Bakura blinked. "What?"
"Surely you read about Marik's father being killed." Bakura nodded. "I did it. Don't tell me that doesn't turn you on in the least bit? The thrill of taking one's life." Bakura kept silent, not willing to depart with that information. "Ah, but I know you do Bakura. You see, I remember you from my past in Egypt." Bakura's eyes flashed. "I see you do too. Thats why you feel as if you know me, because...you do." Malik shrugged.
"My partner...." Bakura said, more to himself than to Malik. So..that was the mysterious connection. His memory was still fuzzy but perhaps Malik could help him find it out.
"Yes. I will help you."
"How did- Never mind. Our Sennen Items. So, you must know why I'm here."
"Of course, Bakura." Malik smiled winningly. "Why don't we ditch the rest of our classes? Spend some time...catching up."
Seto had stayed quiet for long enough. The billionaire walked forward, arm going around Bakura's waist. "Love, is he bothering you?" Seto glared daggers at Malik, just waiting for the yami to speak. Lucky for both of them, Malik didn't say anything. Seto placed a kiss on Bakura's neck, nipping him roughly, a bruise appearing.
Malik raised a delicate eyebrow. "I seem to be interrupting something. Riyu, we will speak later."
Bakura didn't respond for he was holding in the moans of pleasure that threatened to erupt from Seto's marking of his flesh. Pain was pure bliss for him. But, just as quickly as he began, Seto stopped in mid-suck. Bakura held down the whimper that almost escaped. Seto flushed at the glazed brown eyes, mistaking the desire for anger. "I'm sorry Bakura. He looked like he was bothering you."
"Hn." Bakura rubbed his neck where three tiny bruises formed. This was new. Usually ~he~ did the marking, not the other. Bakura glanced at the agitated genius. It was only to drive Malik away. It was nothing more but did...Seto enjoy it as much as he, himself, did? Bakura sighed, resuming the charade of Seto's girlfriend when the bell rang. Getting the Sennen Rod was going to be much harder than he first expected. Malik was a worthy adversary who wouldn't hesitate to go kamikaze should the Rod or its owner, Marik, be threatened. Malik was interested in him, sexually most likely. Bakura could take the Rod by seducing Malik. Bakura snickered. Bakura the Seducer. That wasn't a title he ever thought he'd have but it was the only option. The Rod would be his.
Seto and Bakura went to their usual spot outside of the cafeteria. Seto absently touched the bruises on Bakura's neck. "I..I didn't hurt you did I?"
"No Seto. I've been hurt worse."
Seto frowned. He didn't like the thought of anyone hurting his-okay, not his but he was making progress-Bakura. Seto's rational thoughts floated on the breeze as he ran his hand through the silken, platinum strands of hair. His fingers twirled in the spikes, surprised that they were so downy- smooth. Bakura was stiff during the sensual treatment, unsure of how to act. He was wonderfully delighted yet his stomach knotted in nervousness. Just ~why~ was Seto behaving like this? Was it just another act? There was a new emotion flickering in the cerulean orbs that were currently studying his face languidly.
Bakura's heart sped. Why was Seto getting so...close? Seto's lips, only inches from his own. A kiss? Seto leaned in, lips just barely brushing against Bakura's. Seto was shocked that Bakura's lips were so soft, velvet even. The emotions were electrifying, traveling on electrons from Bakura to Seto and back again. Seto brought his hands to Bakura's cheeks, tilting the yami's head so he could deepen the kiss.
Seto flicked his tongue across Bakura's lips, sliding it inside the warm caverns of the akutenshi's mouth. He pressed his knee against Bakura's thigh, holding him in place, straddling his hips. Bakura's eyes snapped open. What the hell?! Seto..was aroused? Bakura paniced. He..he didn't want this! Not now! (an:...he's ooc here. ) Bakura bit down hard on Seto's tongue, tepid blood trickling. (an:thats more like him!) Seto persisted, holding Bakura still. If anything, the blood caused Seto to become more adamant.
'No! Not like this!!!!' Bakura shouted into his mind. 'Please! Stop!' Bakura could feel his hikaris' link open, the overwhelming magnitude of his fear reaching all the way to Domino City. He had to contain his fear. Bakura struggled to leave the strong grip but to no avail. Seto was weighing down too much on his body, which was thirty pounds lighter than the billionaire's. "Stop," Bakura whispered.
"Why would I do that? I'm finally taking what I want," Seto breathed, reaching down for another kiss. "Dont deny this Bakura. I know you want it too. I can feel it," he growled huskily, hand snaking down to the edge of Bakura's skirt, hand clutching the organ he found.
Bakura could feel tears rolling down his cheeks. (omg..that was really ooc) "Seto, no."
Then, Seto was off of him. Bakura peered up to see a very angry Malik, rubbing the knuckles of his fists which were darkened with blood. Seto wiped his busted lip, blinking in uncertainy. He glanced at Bakura, unsure of the tears in his eyes and then at Malik but before Seto could say anything, Malik was leading Bakura away.
'What just happened?' Seto asked himself. 'What'd I do to deserve to get hit? Bakura..' he stared after the dissappearing forms.
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