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                                  *The Utmost Pleasure*

The two sat on the steps in front of Domino Station in silence. They were beginning to feel that uneasy feeling again. Neither one really knew why they were sitting in front of Domino Station with the other, when only hours ago they were trying to kill each other. Can feelings change this fast? Can one moment of rivalry and bitter hatred turn into one of, well…want?

   Both knew of their own feelings for the other, but shuddered when they thought about how the other felt towards them.

   Bakura was angry with himself for kissing Malik. Even though he enjoyed it thoroughly.

   Malik was angry because he allowed himself to be kissed by Bakura. Even though he so wished to be kissed by him again.

   Bakura glanced over at Malik, who was sitting only inches from himself. He sighed when he thought about how soft the Egyptian's lips were. Everything about Malik made Bakura want to be a different man; a man that Malik would like; a man that Malik deserved. Malik didn't deserve a man like him, a man without feelings or emotions, a man who could never love, even if he tried. No, Malik deserved someone better then that.

   "What's wrong?"

Bakura snapped his head up at the sound of the others creamy voice. Had he been staring at Malik the whole time?

   "Uhh…" Bakura shook his head a little. 'Smooth move dumb ass.'

Malik laughed a little, which only made Bakura blush more.

   "They should be here by now." Malik tisked, looking at his watch. It was 8:15, and it was starting to get dark out.

   Bakura thought for a minute. Mariku and Ryou are together, and now they're late. Humm….

   "Doesn't surprise me." Bakura mumbled. But, now that he was with Malik, he seemed to care less and less about what Mariku and Ryou were doing. Malik felt the same way.

   "Hey, there they are." Malik pointed to a blue Honda civic that pulled up on the corner.

   Ryou and Mariku got out of the car and walked over to Malik and Bakura. Ryou's hair was looking rather messed up.

   "Sorry guys we uh…got lost."

   "Save it." Malik shot at him.

   Bakura laughed at the look of horror on Ryou's face. Evidently he thought Bakura was going to beat him.

   "Ease up Ryou." Bakura told him, slapping him on the back. He couldn't help but find it amusing that his hikari was so paranoid.  

   "Where do you guys wanna go?" Malik asked.

   "Don't care." Mariku said, absently running his fingers through Ryou's silky white locks.

   "Well, I 'v got the perfect place." Malik smiled mischievously as he began walking down the street. "You coming?" He called back to the rest of them.

 Quickly, Bakura caught up to him, and Mariku and Ryou trailed along behind.

They walked through downtown Tokyo for a while until Malik came to the place where he wanted to go.

   "Uhh…Malik, why are we here?" Mariku whispered to him. "Remember, Ryou's with us."

   "He'll be fine. Besides, he's got to become a man someday." Malik said back to him.

   Bakura and Malik walked in, hesitantly followed by Ryou and Mariku.

   "Where are we, Mariku?" Ryou asked, staring up at him.

   "Uhh…" 'Damn you Malik.' "Just…stay close alright? And don't touch anything."

Loud music could be heard from the other room, and there were a lot of men waiting around them.

   "This should be interesting." Bakura said to them, looking down at Ryou. He was looking forward to what his little hikari's reaction to this would be.

   "Yea, well I'm just hoping this doesn't scar him for life." Mariku muttered worriedly, still clinging to Ryou like an overprotective parent would.

   "Ok, come on guys!" Malik yelled over the noise. The four boys made their way into the less crowded room and sat down at the bar.

   Mariku held Ryou tight in his lap, not wanting to think about how much he was going to regret this later.

   "What are we doing?" Ryou asked, looking up at him with a youthful innocence.

   "N-Nothing." Mariku answered nervously.

   "Hey, the show's starting." Malik told them all. They had front row seats. Bakura rested his arms on the table, as they watched four girls walk out on the bar. They were wearing nothing but see-through silk.

   Ryou's eyes went wide as one of the girls came up to him and lowered herself down, spreading her legs.

   Both Bakura and Malik were trying their best to stop from laughing at the look on Ryou's face.

   Mariku quickly put his hands over the boy's eyes.

   "Oh, come on! Don't spoil his fun!" Bakura ripped Mariku's hands off Ryou's eyes. The girl on the bar giggled at their actions as she crawled closer to Ryou, until her breasts were only inches from his face. Ryou extended his hand, only to have it slapped by Mariku.

   "Heh heh, this is great." Malik chuckled to Bakura. Bakura nodded his head in emphatic agreement as they sat back and watched the show. It was…mildly interesting.

   The girls went to their poles and began their choreographed routine, rubbing up against each other, and pulling their clothes off, until there were four naked girls on stage. Many of the other men and women in the bar were now hooting and hollering, even Malik and Bakura decided to join in the fun. However, Mariku was struggling to keep Ryou from running onto the stage.

   A few hours later, Malik and Bakura decided that it was time to leave, before Mariku killed somebody, which was something that he had refrained from doing for a while, but they didn't want to start up a nasty habit again.

   Stepping out of the nightclub, Malik and Bakura couldn't stop laughing at how much Mariku was overreacting, they had never seen him act so protective.

   Both Malik and Bakura began to ease up. They were no longer uncomfortable around each other. They walked together, talking about random things until they arrived back at Domino Station where Malik left the motorcycle.

   "Now look." Malik said sternly to Mariku. "Don't keep us waiting. You guys can have sex on the yacht. It'll be better then in the car…again." He walked over and mounted his motorcycle, with Bakura behind him. "We'll meet you there!" He yelled as he sped past them.

   Mariku turned back to Ryou. He would do as he pleased. He didn't have to listen to Malik, however, having sex on the yacht did seem rather appealing to him.

   "Ok, get in, let's go."

Ryou smiled at the dark Egyptian. Mariku was an animal; Ryou knew what he was thinking. And truthfully, he couldn't wait. He hopped in the car and Mariku drove straight to Domino Port.    

* * *

   Bakura stood next to Malik on the bow of the yacht, cool air blowing his hair in his face. The two stood in silence watching the Tokyo skyline passing by them.

   Bakura noticed Malik shiver, and without even thinking he came up behind the boy, and wrapped his arms around him, slowly sliding his hands down Malik's well-built arms. Malik smiled at the feel of the others body up against his. He loved the way Bakura's body felt. They were like two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. Bakura brought his lips to the Egyptian's neck, making a trail downward.

   Malik fell into each tender impact, moving closer to Bakura with each warm kiss. Roughing it up a bit, Bakura nipped on the tender flesh of Malik's neck, causing a moan to be torn from Malik's lips.

   He smiled, for some reason, he didn't know why, but he loved bringing Malik pleasure, and he wanted to give him more. Bakura moved his hands under Malik's shirt, running his hands up and down Malik's trim stomach.

   Malik closed his eyes, and basked in the warmth that Bakura projected. He couldn't imagine being with anyone else. Even his desire to be with Mariku seemed to have vanished. His breath caught in his throat as Bakura began to suck lightly on his neck, causing his skin to tingle.

   Bakura's hands moved out from under Malik's shirt, and started to pull it off of him. As much as Malik wanted to continue, he turned around and grabbed Bakura's hands.

   Bakura pulled away and looked at him curiously.

   "Maybe we, should take this inside." Malik whispered softly to him, breathing rather heavy.

   Bakura smiled wickedly as he nodded his consent. Malik took him by the hand and lead him to the master bedroom of the yacht.

   The room was dimly lit with low lights and a few candles. It had a very, Egyptian feel to it; it even smelled like lotuses. Bakura took in a deep whiff of the sweet smelling air as he looked around the room.

   Malik let go of his hand and walked over, sitting down on the bed and removing his shoes.

   Bakura's heart fluttered. He had Malik exactly where he had wanted him for the longest time. But there was just something that he had to know first.

   "Malik," He spoke softly as he moved over to the bed and sat down next to him. "Do you…still hate me?" He questioned, not really knowing if he wanted to hear the answer.

   Malik tilted his head to one side, he didn't think Bakura would asks something like that. He thought that Bakura hated him, so why would Bakura want to know that?

   "I, no, I don't hate you." He muttered. "Actually, I'm kinda startin' to like you." Blushing slightly, Malik moved closer to him and placed his hand on Bakura's leg.

   To Bakura, the Egyptian never looked more irresistible. Everything about him seemed to be amplified tenfold. His beautiful tan flesh seemed to glow, as did his striking amethyst eyes as they stared deep into his own chocolate ones. He brought his hand up and ran it through Malik's silky creamy-blonde hair. It was so soft; Bakura gently tugged on it, bringing Malik's face closer to his. Malik felt Bakura's warm breath play across his face.

   Bakura couldn't hold on any longer, he wanted to kiss the boy again so badly. He locked his lips onto Malik's, bringing his other hand to Malik's face, tracing his fingers over the smooth skin, feeling every contour and studying everything about him. This time, Bakura wanted to deepen the kiss, and nothing was going to stop him.

   Malik moaned softly when Bakura brought his hand down to his leg and caressed it softly. Bakura brought his tongue out and traced it across Malik's lips. Malik responded, parting his lips slightly allowing Bakura to enter. Without hesitation, Bakura placed his other hand on the back of Malik's head, entangling his fingers through Malik's hair, and pushed himself in closer to Malik sliding his tongue into Malik's mouth.

   Malik welcomed the invasion with a soft moan of pleasure that made Bakura smile, as he tasted Malik for the first time. Something that he wanted to do for quite a while.

   The two fell back on the bed, Bakura on top, eagerly moving his hands up and down Malik's sides as he subdued the younger boy's lips once again with a powerful kiss.

   Malik panted softly as he felt the weight of the other on top of him. They were so close, their bodies pressed so tightly together that each could feel how turned on the other was.

   Malik sat up slightly, so that Bakura could easily remove his shirt. Once it was off, Bakura removed his own shirt and lowered himself back down on top of Malik, kissing his way down from Malik's jawbone, to his neck, and down to his collarbone, lightly sucking on the supple flesh.

   He brought his hands to Bakura's back, as Bakura continued to kiss his way down. Malik's nails dug into the flesh of Bakura's back as he arched his own back, making his body even closer to him.

   Bakura hissed slightly at the feel of the other's nails digging into his back, but his hiss turned into a whine when Malik began to undo his pants.

   "Malik…" Bakura moaned.

Malik smiled at the sound of his name issuing from Bakura's mouth. He continued to unbutton Bakura's pants until they could be easily slipped off.    

   Now that Bakura's pants had been successfully removed, there was nothing between Malik and him except Malik's own pants. A problem, which Bakura soon solved as he nearly ripped them off the boy. Malik smiled at the others eagerness.

   Their bodies were pressed firmly together, bare flesh on bare flesh. Bakura nearly whined at how soft the others skin was, Malik was torturing him as he moved his hands slowly up and down Bakura's back, trying to cover every inch of him.

   Just to bring Bakura into another bout of torture, Malik wrapped his legs around his waist, pulling him in even closer, until he rubbed up against the older boy, causing him to cry out. It was amazing to Bakura that someone could bring him this much pleasure, yet at the same time be torturing him nearly to death. It seemed that no matter how far they went, no matter what things they did together; Bakura would always want more. It was never enough that he could kiss Malik, although it was heaven every time their lips met. It was never enough for him to hold Malik in his arms, even though he nearly melted every time Malik's body was next to his.

   He wanted to claim Malik, take him, and have the boy crying out from under him. The mere thought of it was enough to make Bakura want to whine. He wanted to bring Malik the utmost pleasure, while at the same time, satisfying his own carnal desires.

   Bakura brought his lips down once more to Malik's, subduing them with a heated kiss. He loved kissing those soft, delectable lips. Malik seemed to be perfect, in every way.

   Teasing him, Bakura softly bit on Malik's bottom lip, Malik opened his mouth, and Bakura captured the moment, gently pushing his tongue in, reveling in the wonderful flavor yet again.

   He couldn't take it anymore. He had to have him; he needed Malik, more then he ever remembered needing anything. The feeling of Malik's naked body brushing up against his was just too much.

   With Malik's legs still wrapped tightly around him, Bakura seized the opportunity and forced himself into the boy.

   "Bakura!" Malik cried out, digging his nails into the flesh of his tormentor. Malik's eyes started to fill with tears. The pain of what was happening was almost too great to handle.

   Bakura pulled Malik up to himself, until both were sitting up on the bed. Malik still had his legs wrapped around Bakura, which kept the two firmly together.

   He could see that he was hurting the young Egyptian, with the look of agony on his face. But this was to be expected…not for long though. What is now pain, will soon turn into pleasure.

   Bakura's arms wrapped around Malik's neck, as he pulled himself in even closer, he felt Malik's body shudder under the immense pain. He so wished that he could do something to alleviate the aching torture that he was putting Malik through.    

   "Hush…sweet." Bakura whispered in his ear, trying to comfort him. He then bit softly on the delicate lobe. Malik whined with a mix of pain and pleasure as he felt Bakura drive himself in even deeper.

    Bakura could feel the nails of his lover piercing his back, but he could hardly pay attention to it as he basked in the feeling of himself inside Malik. It was perfect, Bakura could no longer think clearly; his mind was on a clear path to nirvana.   

   "Bakura…please…it hurts." Malik groaned into his ear.

Bakura responded by kissing his way up Malik's neck and reaching his destination; Malik's lips. Bakura silenced his pleas for mercy when he clamped his lips down hard on Malik's.

   Malik kissed him back, as Bakura thrust himself in deeper. Malik pulled away from the kiss, and moaned out loud. This time the feeling was one that he had never experienced before. It was no longer painful, but unbelievably pleasurable. He felt every muscle in his body relax, as Bakura continued to pound into him. Malik cried out, not with pain, but with sheer ecstasy.

   Bakura smiled at the sound of Malik crying out. It sounded so good to hear, now that he was the cause of Malik's pleasure.  Bakura slowly lowered Malik back down on the bed, and he pressed his body up against his again, lightly sucking on Malik's taunt flesh as he continued to push himself deeper into him.

   Malik's brilliant purple eyes were hazy and milked over with passion. His body was on fire, and his seances were heightened. Every little touch, every little contact sent his body shivering. He wanted to return everything that Bakura was making him feel. So he wrapped his arms around the slender boy, arching up into the other, giving Bakura everything he had.

   Bakura gasped at the feel of the other, forcing himself up against him. He almost had to pull out, the feeling of pleasure almost too great. But he couldn't bring himself to it, he never wanted to pull out, he never wanted to let go.

   Malik's breathing was heavy, he felt as if he had been under water for the longest time and he was struggling against some unrelenting force that was keeping him from surfacing. Bakura was that force, Bakura left him gasping for air as the two moved simultaneously, with Bakura's hips grinding up against Malik's purposely, giving Malik all that he could.

   Malik welcomed the feeling with a groan, pushing back, and drawing Bakura in deeper. He felt as if he would be torn in two, the force that Bakura was using made his head spin. Malik's eyes were half shut; he tilted his head back, gasping for air.

   Bakura just stared at the boy who was beneath him. He was…so pure and flawless, the perfect picture of seduction. His hazy violet orbs, watery from nearly crying stared back at Bakura, causing Bakura's heart to jolt. Bakura couldn't believe the things that Malik was making him feel. Not just the physical; although it was amazing; but the feeling in his heart; a heart which had been stone cold and careless for centuries. Malik made his heart melt.

   Malik gave Bakura a weak smile, he was in heaven right now, and it was all because of Bakura. He took in a deep breath when Bakura griped him tightly by his waist and started pounding into him.

   "A-ah!" He screamed out, not knowing how much more of Bakura he could take in. His hands wrapped firmly around Bakura's arms as he steadied himself, preparing for what would come.

   Bakura eased the beautiful boy by bringing his hand to Malik's face, coming in for another sweet kiss.

   He ran his tongue along the parted lips, tasting them in their fullest. Bakura couldn't help but smile at the expression on Malik's face. He was so glad to be giving him this much satisfaction.

   Taking hold of Malik's hands, Bakura raised the boy's arms over his head and rested them on the bed.

   "Now you can't get away." He whispered possessively, licking up Malik's neck, roughly biting his jawbone.

   "I…didn't plan on it." Malik wined, as he lifted his head back, exposing more of his neck.

   "Good, because I want you forever." Bakura lifted his head up and looked right into Malik's eyes. Malik's lips moved up into an unmistakable grin before Bakura conquered them again. He couldn't stand being away from them for any amount of time.   

*Sweat drop*  Is it just me ::pulls on shirt collar:: or is it hot in here, ne?

Malik: Oh my god!! I wanted to be on top!! Uhh…I mean…ok, I'm just gunna go now. ::Grabs life size Bakura plushie and runs off::

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Hopeless Case ^_^

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