Hello again, oh loyal reviewers! ^_^ Well, I have to admit, I'm really enjoying writing this - and I hope you guys like it too, coz the ideas are still flowing freely at the moment!
I usually have trouble with fluffy stories, and they die after the second chapter... but not this one! Woo-hoo!
Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, and please tell your friends about me too! ^_^' Oh, what a cheap self-promo-hog I am!
This chapter, we get to see... well, that'd be telling ^_^
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Yami sat on his throne, watching Yugi sweep the floor. Every so often, when the guards weren't looking, Yugi would flash Yami a shy little smile before returning to his duties, singing to himself as he did so. As Yugi's voice carried across the room, Yami sat back, enjoying the ringing of the notes in his ear. He sighed contentedly, knowing - after yesterday - that Yugi had at least a slight attraction to him. After all, he hadn't resisted or even flinched - if anything, he seemed to have enjoyed it.
Yugi glanced up and sent another smile the Pharaoh's way, his eyes sparkling as he did so. 'Every time he does that' Yami thought 'I fall a little deeper. How can he bewitch me so?'
The spell was broken by Hiroto and Jou for the second day running as they burst into the room, this time with a white-haired, tanned teen between them, who was kicking and spitting and cursing for all he was worth. The two threw him to the floor, winding him, and Hiroto addressed Yami.
"Pharaoh! We found this rat -" At this he kicked the boy in the ribs. "-sneaking around outside. We believe him to be a friend of Bakura's."
Yami began to speak, but was cut off by a voice from the window. "Oh, I wouldn't say that was entirely accurate."
Everyone turned to look at the owner of the voice. Sat in the window was another teen who also had white hair, though his was spiky whereas the prisoner-to-be had long straight hair. "Really Malik Ishtar, how many more times must we go through this?" The white-haired boy flopped from the window onto the floor in a single graceful motion.
The captive - Malik - looked up and shot the other boy a dirty look, though his amethyst eyes sparkled as he did so. "Why did you tell them my name?" he asked, pouting.
The boy rolled his eyes. "You don't get to be a famous tombrobber by keeping anonymous you know. Besides…" The boy smirked. "You know you love hearing me say it - or scream it." He purred the last part, and Malik's tanned cheeks tinged slightly pink as he remembered their past… experiences.
Hiroto and Jou both shot eachother a glance. "Bakura!"
Bakuras smirked and curtsied mockingly. "The one and only. So tell me…" Bakura gestured to Malik. "Are you going to let him go easily, or do I have to humiliate you again?"
With a roar, all the guards in the room - seven, including Jou and Hiroto - rushed forward at Bakura as one, Malik forgotten. Bakura's hand immediately reached into a pocket, grabbing a rock approximately the size of his fist. Taking a quick sidestep away from the nearest corner, Bakura threw the rock straight into the crowd. Jou fell to the floor dazed as the rock hit him on the forehead.
"Phew… I was actually quite worried the rock wouldn't be able to stand up to that thick head of his!" Bakura laughed at his little joke before dodging the quickest and closest guard's sword. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with sharp objects?"
The guard slumped to the floor as Bakura's concealed dagger ran into his stomach and diaphragm. "How clumsy of me…" Bakura taunted, before sniggering and bounding over to his next lone target. As Bakura landed in front of the guard, he suddenly froze and emitted a high-pitched feminine scream. All the other guards slowed down, confused by this. The guard Bakura was closest to stood still with a stupid look on his face, trying to work out what in Annum's name Bakura was doing. And that was his downfall.
Bringing his fist back, Bakura smiled sweetly and whispered "Fooled you!" In the next instant, the guard was lying on the floor, his nose exploded across his face, and Bakura was holding his fist and cursing fluently in several languages.
The four remaining guards decided to seize this opportunity and rushed at Bakura again. Bakura looked up and made eye contact with all four simultaneously, holding their attention so that they didn't see the powder he'd slipped into his hands.
Malik grinned as Bakura walked over calmly, a large smirk adorning his face. Standing up and meeting Bakura halfway, ignoring the screams of the guards - whose eyes felt like they were on fire - he slipped his arms around Bakura's waist. "Still got it then," he commented.
Bakura nodded, and he locked his chocolate-brown eyes with Malik's glistening amethysts, which were currently full of admiration and adoration. "You really need to learn to not get captured so easily…" he softly whispered. "A tombrobber's no good if he's dead."
Malik hung his head and nodded slightly, and Bakura put a finger under his chin and tipped his head up again with a smile. He'd moved his head closer, and now the two white-haired boys could feel the heat from the other's lips on their own. "That doesn't mean I don't enjoy rescuing you though," Bakura whispered.
Malik, whose hands were still around Bakura, pulled him closer, and Bakura responded by crushing his lips against his partner's, a rough kiss like only raw passion can grant. He didn't even wait for Malik to part his lips before he slipped his tongue into Malik's mouth, instead forcing his way in, an act of total domination that he knew Malik loved. Grinding up against Malik, using his full body to kiss, Bakura felt the room around him disappear, and suddenly his whole world was just him and his love.
Malik pulled away, their lips making a gentle smacking sound as they parted, and gazed into Bakura's eyes. He absolutely adored them - he'd happily sit and gaze at them all day long… if Bakura ever gave him the opportunity. The superior thief was… Well, he didn't like his imagination getting further than he did - which made him a *very* exciting lover. Malik gently stroked Bakura's cheek with the backs of his fingers, leaning forward as he did so. Slipping one hand onto Bakura's chest, he purred into his ear, "How about we go somewhere more… private?"
Bakura smirked and kissed Malik again. When he was satisfied - for now, at least - he dragged Malik over to the window. "I swear to Ra, if you get caught again and I have to deal with this -" Bakura gestured downwards. "-myself, you'll get no fun for a week!"
Malik seriously doubted Bakura could last that long - but then again, why bother finding out?
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Well people, did you like it? If so (or even if not) hit the lil purple button down there and tell me! Next chapter we get to see what Yami and Yugi were doing while all this was happening - notice how they weren't mentioned? Will be angsty and fluffy, and I might even throw in a lime if I feel it appropriate!
And what about the Bakura x Malik bits then? Thankyou to Yuen for suggesting it, I particularly hope you enjoyed it!
I actually enjoyed writing about them, I was gonna make their role somewhat minor, but... hey, you guys call it - do we want an almost totally Yugi\Yami story, or do we want lots of Bakura\Malik too? *gets very kinky idea* Hehe... that could be used later, if the right result comes in...
Anyways, please review, and see you again next chapter!
I usually have trouble with fluffy stories, and they die after the second chapter... but not this one! Woo-hoo!
Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, and please tell your friends about me too! ^_^' Oh, what a cheap self-promo-hog I am!
This chapter, we get to see... well, that'd be telling ^_^
*~*~*~*~*~*
Yami sat on his throne, watching Yugi sweep the floor. Every so often, when the guards weren't looking, Yugi would flash Yami a shy little smile before returning to his duties, singing to himself as he did so. As Yugi's voice carried across the room, Yami sat back, enjoying the ringing of the notes in his ear. He sighed contentedly, knowing - after yesterday - that Yugi had at least a slight attraction to him. After all, he hadn't resisted or even flinched - if anything, he seemed to have enjoyed it.
Yugi glanced up and sent another smile the Pharaoh's way, his eyes sparkling as he did so. 'Every time he does that' Yami thought 'I fall a little deeper. How can he bewitch me so?'
The spell was broken by Hiroto and Jou for the second day running as they burst into the room, this time with a white-haired, tanned teen between them, who was kicking and spitting and cursing for all he was worth. The two threw him to the floor, winding him, and Hiroto addressed Yami.
"Pharaoh! We found this rat -" At this he kicked the boy in the ribs. "-sneaking around outside. We believe him to be a friend of Bakura's."
Yami began to speak, but was cut off by a voice from the window. "Oh, I wouldn't say that was entirely accurate."
Everyone turned to look at the owner of the voice. Sat in the window was another teen who also had white hair, though his was spiky whereas the prisoner-to-be had long straight hair. "Really Malik Ishtar, how many more times must we go through this?" The white-haired boy flopped from the window onto the floor in a single graceful motion.
The captive - Malik - looked up and shot the other boy a dirty look, though his amethyst eyes sparkled as he did so. "Why did you tell them my name?" he asked, pouting.
The boy rolled his eyes. "You don't get to be a famous tombrobber by keeping anonymous you know. Besides…" The boy smirked. "You know you love hearing me say it - or scream it." He purred the last part, and Malik's tanned cheeks tinged slightly pink as he remembered their past… experiences.
Hiroto and Jou both shot eachother a glance. "Bakura!"
Bakuras smirked and curtsied mockingly. "The one and only. So tell me…" Bakura gestured to Malik. "Are you going to let him go easily, or do I have to humiliate you again?"
With a roar, all the guards in the room - seven, including Jou and Hiroto - rushed forward at Bakura as one, Malik forgotten. Bakura's hand immediately reached into a pocket, grabbing a rock approximately the size of his fist. Taking a quick sidestep away from the nearest corner, Bakura threw the rock straight into the crowd. Jou fell to the floor dazed as the rock hit him on the forehead.
"Phew… I was actually quite worried the rock wouldn't be able to stand up to that thick head of his!" Bakura laughed at his little joke before dodging the quickest and closest guard's sword. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with sharp objects?"
The guard slumped to the floor as Bakura's concealed dagger ran into his stomach and diaphragm. "How clumsy of me…" Bakura taunted, before sniggering and bounding over to his next lone target. As Bakura landed in front of the guard, he suddenly froze and emitted a high-pitched feminine scream. All the other guards slowed down, confused by this. The guard Bakura was closest to stood still with a stupid look on his face, trying to work out what in Annum's name Bakura was doing. And that was his downfall.
Bringing his fist back, Bakura smiled sweetly and whispered "Fooled you!" In the next instant, the guard was lying on the floor, his nose exploded across his face, and Bakura was holding his fist and cursing fluently in several languages.
The four remaining guards decided to seize this opportunity and rushed at Bakura again. Bakura looked up and made eye contact with all four simultaneously, holding their attention so that they didn't see the powder he'd slipped into his hands.
Malik grinned as Bakura walked over calmly, a large smirk adorning his face. Standing up and meeting Bakura halfway, ignoring the screams of the guards - whose eyes felt like they were on fire - he slipped his arms around Bakura's waist. "Still got it then," he commented.
Bakura nodded, and he locked his chocolate-brown eyes with Malik's glistening amethysts, which were currently full of admiration and adoration. "You really need to learn to not get captured so easily…" he softly whispered. "A tombrobber's no good if he's dead."
Malik hung his head and nodded slightly, and Bakura put a finger under his chin and tipped his head up again with a smile. He'd moved his head closer, and now the two white-haired boys could feel the heat from the other's lips on their own. "That doesn't mean I don't enjoy rescuing you though," Bakura whispered.
Malik, whose hands were still around Bakura, pulled him closer, and Bakura responded by crushing his lips against his partner's, a rough kiss like only raw passion can grant. He didn't even wait for Malik to part his lips before he slipped his tongue into Malik's mouth, instead forcing his way in, an act of total domination that he knew Malik loved. Grinding up against Malik, using his full body to kiss, Bakura felt the room around him disappear, and suddenly his whole world was just him and his love.
Malik pulled away, their lips making a gentle smacking sound as they parted, and gazed into Bakura's eyes. He absolutely adored them - he'd happily sit and gaze at them all day long… if Bakura ever gave him the opportunity. The superior thief was… Well, he didn't like his imagination getting further than he did - which made him a *very* exciting lover. Malik gently stroked Bakura's cheek with the backs of his fingers, leaning forward as he did so. Slipping one hand onto Bakura's chest, he purred into his ear, "How about we go somewhere more… private?"
Bakura smirked and kissed Malik again. When he was satisfied - for now, at least - he dragged Malik over to the window. "I swear to Ra, if you get caught again and I have to deal with this -" Bakura gestured downwards. "-myself, you'll get no fun for a week!"
Malik seriously doubted Bakura could last that long - but then again, why bother finding out?
*~*~*~*~*~*
Well people, did you like it? If so (or even if not) hit the lil purple button down there and tell me! Next chapter we get to see what Yami and Yugi were doing while all this was happening - notice how they weren't mentioned? Will be angsty and fluffy, and I might even throw in a lime if I feel it appropriate!
And what about the Bakura x Malik bits then? Thankyou to Yuen for suggesting it, I particularly hope you enjoyed it!
I actually enjoyed writing about them, I was gonna make their role somewhat minor, but... hey, you guys call it - do we want an almost totally Yugi\Yami story, or do we want lots of Bakura\Malik too? *gets very kinky idea* Hehe... that could be used later, if the right result comes in...
Anyways, please review, and see you again next chapter!