Proloque

Of all the places for him to choose for the two of them to meet, this had to be the least expected. If the temperture of the nightclub in which he was in was any indiction of how warm it was outside, then it had to be like a firestorm in the middle of February.

He was glad he had dressed right for the occassion in a black silk shirt unbuttoned to the waist, and skintight black leather pants. He sneered angerily at all of those that looked upon him with approval, knwing that he only cared for one to see him in such a way. He quickly scanned the sea of gyrating bodies in the smoky nightclub to find the person he had come there searching for.

He found him within moments in the midst of the dance floor, dancing to the beat of the music. He licked his lips at the sight of him, he looked as deliciously sinful as always. He had always been able to turn him on with that supple, slender body of his, which he knew he loved to show off to his chagrin.

He hated anyone else looking at his lover.

He had been passive once upon a time, but lifetimes of seperation and torment had made him stronger and his lustful cravings even more fiendish than before. It angered him to no end to watch his lover dance like he was he was out there, in his white shirt that fell just above his navel and tight brown pants that left nothing to the imagination.

Sensing that his lover had arrived as promised, he left the dance fllor to meet him where they had planned days before. He wasn't particular about being discreet himself, but he knew it was best to meet him in the shadows where they could have their way with each other if they so desired.

He smiled to himself, feeling himself get hard just from the thought. It had been lifetimes, it seemed, since the two of them had been together in that way and his body ached just from the thought of seeing him again.

He has always had this effect on me from day one, since the day we met...I desire him as much today as I did so long ago, maybe even more...he smiled blissfully as he leaned back against the club wall and waited.

He did have to wait long as his purserer found his prey, his smoky eyes clouded with lust and rage as he walked over to him.

"Malik...how dare you prance around out there like some kind of little slut? You are only allowed to parade around like that for me." he growled at him.

Malik smiled seductively at him. "I do so like this side of you, Bakura...so demonic and dangerous. You really should punish me for what I've done." he told him.

Bakura smirked. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? I should inflict the worse kind of pain imaginable on you, but I can see that the mere thought has gotten you aroused already." he said.

"I have waited lifetimes to be with you, Bakura. I know you want me as much as I want you." Malik said.

"I despise a creature that can only use his mind for feeble thoughts. I am a man of action and I will decide whether you will get what you want or not." Bakura said.

The two men's eyes met as Bakura walked up close enough to Malik that he could feel his breath on his face. Gasping in anticapation, he moaned loudly into Bakura's mouth as his lips were claimed in a fevered, passioante kiss. Malik cried out loud as Bakura bit down viciously on his lower lip, sucking on the pool of blood that arose from the unexpected wound.

Malik weaved his fingers into Bakura's long white hair as the taller boy crushed his body to his, devouring his mouth and slipping his hands into his pants to stroke his hardening length with a bruising grasp...this is what I have waited for for so long, Malik thought. Being here with his lover Bakura now only brought his memories in force, of the days the two of them had met for the first time...