Hey again everyone! I apologise for the massive delay in updating and what-not, but I've been quite spectacularly ill lately... and having finally been for a blood test, it turns out I have Glandular Fever! (Yes, DAU, it is official now, and don't EVER apologise for being mean again!) This means it's quite hard to write - specially when you run a fever and can't even see what you're writing - but it also means I've got little else to do for 5-6 weeks now!
Not that it's taken away my desire to be evil, of course. Check out this anonymous review I got...
Dude! (0_0) Your a guy? OMG! I THOUGHT YOU WERE A GIRL/WOMEN OMG! *says that 100 times in Jap., Chinese, Spainish, and American* OMG! (0_0) AND YOU LIKE GUYS AND GIRLS? EW! SO YOUR A FAGOT THAT SUCKS ON WOMEN'S TITS? OMG! YOU ARE ONE SICK GUY! AND YOUR SCREWING A 11 YEAR OLD THAT IS SO WRONG! YOU FREAK! AND HES YOUR BOYFRIEND? MY RA! PLEASE HELP THIS THING THAT ISN'T HUMAN. PLEASE! ANYWAYZ I STILL LIKE YOUR STORIES. *sigh* PLEASE ANSWERE MY QUSETIONS. -ah!
Ok, I have to ask two things: Firstly, who the hell taught you English? (And yes, it is English, not American) You thought I was "A women"? And secondly, was that little rant supposed to do anything other than make me nearly piss myself laughing?
I'll gladly "answere" your "qusetions" - in fact, I'll respond to the whole thing! ('Cause I'm nice like that ^_^) Yes, I do like guys and girls, it's not as unusual as you seem to think, and it is what enables me to write these stories which you say you like. Oh, and I have a "qusetion" about that - how can you like stories with what is going to be hardcore (pardon the pun) boy x boy action, but be so against the real thing? Anyways, yes I am a "fagot that sucks on women's tits", as you put it - or I would be if I'd ever gone that far with a woman anyway. What's so sick about that? I personally think it's sick that you feel you have any right to judge me when you know absolutely sod-all about me, what I believe in, what I live for or anything of the like!
And where in blue... *hell* did you get the idea I'm screwing an 11yr old? Or that he's my boyfriend? If you mean Hyfen, I think you SERIOUSLY need to re-read that part of my profile. He is a voice in my head. Got it? A voice. It is incredibly difficult to screw a voice in your head. I don't know about anyone else, but I feel that claim amounts to libel.
Now for the next bit: "Please help this thing that isn't human." If you actually spoke real English, you'd realise that you'd just called yourself inhuman. Saves me the job I suppose.
To be quite frank, I don't care if you still like my stories if you're gonna use review space to attack me. I have an email address for a reason, and it means I won't publicly humiliate you... probably. Feel free to keep reading, by all means. I just ask that in future, please keep your hypocritical, narrow-minded, inconsiderate views on me to yourself. This may come as a surprise, but I've heard it all before.
Phew... now that I'm done there (and believe me, I was being nice!), on with the *real* reviews!
In response to whether or not to use japanese words: I've decided not to in this fic, but I am now running another fic alongside this one (more details at the end) where I can use them and thus get it out of my system! ^_^
To everyone who said they can't wait for the lemons and limes: Thankyou so much! If ya's hadn't likd the little bits... I'd not have been able to bring myself to try the real stuff! Thankyou for the encouragement! *huggle for all*
To serendipity: Yeah, that was the point ^_^ Yami couldn't give a rat's arse for Jou or Bakura when Yugi's in his arms ^_~
To Anime-Crazi: Thankyou for smacking Jou, there's absolutely nowt wrong with scrawny British guys!
To Cyberkat: There ya go, you got your wish!
Now on with the fic!
*~*~*~*~*~*
Bakura and Malik lay next to eachother in Bakura's bed, wearing nothing more than Bakura's blanket. Malik was cuddled right up against his superior, his torso against Bakura's side, one arm around his shoulders and the other draped lazily across his chest, creating a semi-embrace, while Bakura had one arm under and around Malik, the other resting above his own head. With a contented sigh, Malik snuggled his head against Bakura's chest, feeling the warm ebb of sleep creeping over him. Bakura loved moments like these - he loved the feel of Malik's hair caressing him, the feel of Malik's soft skin against his own, sand on ivory, and the sound of Malik's gentle breathing. Most of all, he loved the way the whole thing felt so right. Tonight, however, he had to do what he most hated - he had to interrupt it.
"Malik," Bakura whispered. "Did you see what the Pharaoh did today?"
Malik sleepily shook his head against Bakura's chest. "…w's too b'sy watching 'ou…" he sleepily whispered in reply. When Bakura didn't continue like Malik expected, he opened one eye, and was met by a rather amused look on Bakura's face. Malik eased himself up onto one elbow to protest his innocence. "It was in an entirely professional sense!"
Bakura chuckled before continuing his tale. "When I was facing those guards, that slave fled to the corner furthest from me." Bakura smirked slightly. "He was terrified of me. And the Pharaoh, instead of fighting me or guiding his 'troops', ran to the slave's aid. A slave!" Bakura exclaimed.
Malik blinked sleepily, not quite catching on. "Maybe he takes care of his slaves… some Pharaohs have been known to."
Bakura, who had shifted to a sitting position once Malik had propped himself up, bowed his head and sighed. "Malik Ishtar… think back to the first time I rescued you."
*~*~*~*~*~*
They had been in the marketplace. Bakura had spotted Malik and his intentions with ease, and was amazed that the guards hadn't arrested him yet. He was so on edge and shifty. Of course, that hadn't been what had originally caught Bakura's eyes. There were many blatant thieves in the city of Thebes, and Bakura had long learnt to ignore them. If he hadn't, he'd have killed himself laughing several times over. No, what had attracted him was the fact that the boy was absolutely gorgeous. Delectable, in fact. His loose white sleeveless shirt hung on his frame like a finger beckoning Bakura, and his tight purple trousers left *very* little to the imagination. Coupled with the evident naivety of the boy - a naivety Bakura longed to exploit - the boy was a walking vial of sexual attraction. Bakura had decided then to follow him, abandoning his usual business.
Sure enough, the boy was caught on his first attempt. He'd tried to swipe a ruby necklace, and had made a very bad job of it. The stall's owner had called the guards, who had appeared almost instantly - perhaps they had been following him after all - and the boy had found himself in the grip of two of the biggest men in town.
The fracas was over in the time it took Bakura to throw two of his rocks. One in each hand. At the same time.
Gripping the boy by the wrist, Bakura dragged him out of the market and down into his secret hidey-hole. "Th… thankyou" the boy had stuttered. He kept his gaze fixed on Bakura, looking him up and down and up again, unconsciously licking his lips as he did so.
'So we like what we see, do we?' Bakura thought with a mental smirk. He couldn't blame the boy, to be fair - lots of people in Egypt had pretty much the same reaction. He clicked his fingers, grabbing the boy's attention. "What's your name, boy?" When Malik had responded, Bakura slipped an arm around him. "So… Malik, what is my payment for your rescue?" he purred, gently caressing Malik's leg. Bakura's voice and actions were practically dripping sex, and Malik was all too happy to pay up.
Afterwards, Bakura had offered to teach Malik all he knew.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Malik nodded. He remembered it all too well. He let himself drift in the delicious memories a moment longer before returning to the current issue of debate. "So what does that have to do with the Pharaoh?"
Bakura considered his words carefully. "You weren't the first thief I felt attracted to who's been captured… But you were the first I rescued. I didn't know it at the time, but there was more than a physical attraction there - something that made me willing to risk a lot just to rescue a stranger." He dropped down onto one elbow, facing Malik. "It would take a lot for a Pharaoh to abandon his troops just for a slave, regardless of how well he takes care of them."
Malik's eyes opened wide. "You don't think…?"
Bakura nodded. "I saw the look on his face when that slave dived into his arms. I saw him kiss the slave."
Malik's mouth hung open in a silent gasp, a look of utter disbelief written across his face. Slowly, though, the gasp became a sly, almost malicious grin, and his eyes took on a wicked sparkle. "Oh, but that is too perfect."
Bakura raised an eyebrow enquiringly, waiting for Malik to go on. "Don't you see? If a slave disappears from the palace, no-one will care… in fact, most of them probably wouldn't notice. Even if they did, they could just replace the missing slave easily enough. That is…" Malik's grin briefly verged on dangerous. "…unless the slave means something special to them."
Bakura laid down on his back, staring at the ceiling. This sometimes helped him think. "Go on," he said, chewing on his bottom lip.
"So… just supposing the Pharaoh's favourite slave disappeared? Who, aside from the Pharaoh, would care? And if a ransom note were to be found… well, the Pharaoh could hardly send the army out searching for a solitary slave. It'd look a little odd if he spent all that effort on a single, measly, worthless slave, don't you think? So, if the Pharaoh were to want to see his slave again - and, assuming you're right, he will - he'd have no choice but to pay the ransom, whatever it may be."
Bakura continued staring at the ceiling a while longer. "You know…" he mused. "That could be the single most daring plan in history." He sat up again, his eyes sparkling wildly. "We could demand anything! The riches of the Nile could be ours!"
Bakura suddenly grabbed Malik and rolled over, so that Malik was laid on top of him. He felt shivers of delight run up him as Malik's bare skin pressed against his. "I knew I took you as my apprentice for a reason," he said with a sexy smile playing across his lips.
Malik leaned down, feeling Bakura's chest rising and falling against his own, his hair creating a veil over the two boys' faces. "I thought it was because you love me," he said with a smile of his own.
Bakura gave Malik the satisfaction of smirking. He lifted his head up to meet Malik's slipping both arms around his lover as he did so. "Smarty," he whispered, before closing the distance with a kiss.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Well, firstly I apologise for the shortness of that chapter folks, but it can't be helped. If I took out the irrelevant stuff, it'd only be half that length! Hey, it was to show their plan, that's all, how the hell do I get 2000 words out of that???
Anyways, like I said at the top, I have another fic running alongside this one. The main pair is Seto\Jou (since I doubt I'm gonna fit them into this one), it's gonna be angsty and feature character death, but there'll also be plenty of fluff and lots of songfic chapters, which I - apparently - have a talent for writing. It also features Yami\Yugi and Ryou\Malik... at the beginning. Either ways, it's called One Last Breath, just click on my name at the top of the page and go check it out! (If you wanna, I can't exactly make ya...)
Whether you do that or not, please review this chappie anyways? I know there wasn't much fluff, but just wait for what it builds up to!
Ja mata ne, take care all!
Not that it's taken away my desire to be evil, of course. Check out this anonymous review I got...
Dude! (0_0) Your a guy? OMG! I THOUGHT YOU WERE A GIRL/WOMEN OMG! *says that 100 times in Jap., Chinese, Spainish, and American* OMG! (0_0) AND YOU LIKE GUYS AND GIRLS? EW! SO YOUR A FAGOT THAT SUCKS ON WOMEN'S TITS? OMG! YOU ARE ONE SICK GUY! AND YOUR SCREWING A 11 YEAR OLD THAT IS SO WRONG! YOU FREAK! AND HES YOUR BOYFRIEND? MY RA! PLEASE HELP THIS THING THAT ISN'T HUMAN. PLEASE! ANYWAYZ I STILL LIKE YOUR STORIES. *sigh* PLEASE ANSWERE MY QUSETIONS. -ah!
Ok, I have to ask two things: Firstly, who the hell taught you English? (And yes, it is English, not American) You thought I was "A women"? And secondly, was that little rant supposed to do anything other than make me nearly piss myself laughing?
I'll gladly "answere" your "qusetions" - in fact, I'll respond to the whole thing! ('Cause I'm nice like that ^_^) Yes, I do like guys and girls, it's not as unusual as you seem to think, and it is what enables me to write these stories which you say you like. Oh, and I have a "qusetion" about that - how can you like stories with what is going to be hardcore (pardon the pun) boy x boy action, but be so against the real thing? Anyways, yes I am a "fagot that sucks on women's tits", as you put it - or I would be if I'd ever gone that far with a woman anyway. What's so sick about that? I personally think it's sick that you feel you have any right to judge me when you know absolutely sod-all about me, what I believe in, what I live for or anything of the like!
And where in blue... *hell* did you get the idea I'm screwing an 11yr old? Or that he's my boyfriend? If you mean Hyfen, I think you SERIOUSLY need to re-read that part of my profile. He is a voice in my head. Got it? A voice. It is incredibly difficult to screw a voice in your head. I don't know about anyone else, but I feel that claim amounts to libel.
Now for the next bit: "Please help this thing that isn't human." If you actually spoke real English, you'd realise that you'd just called yourself inhuman. Saves me the job I suppose.
To be quite frank, I don't care if you still like my stories if you're gonna use review space to attack me. I have an email address for a reason, and it means I won't publicly humiliate you... probably. Feel free to keep reading, by all means. I just ask that in future, please keep your hypocritical, narrow-minded, inconsiderate views on me to yourself. This may come as a surprise, but I've heard it all before.
Phew... now that I'm done there (and believe me, I was being nice!), on with the *real* reviews!
In response to whether or not to use japanese words: I've decided not to in this fic, but I am now running another fic alongside this one (more details at the end) where I can use them and thus get it out of my system! ^_^
To everyone who said they can't wait for the lemons and limes: Thankyou so much! If ya's hadn't likd the little bits... I'd not have been able to bring myself to try the real stuff! Thankyou for the encouragement! *huggle for all*
To serendipity: Yeah, that was the point ^_^ Yami couldn't give a rat's arse for Jou or Bakura when Yugi's in his arms ^_~
To Anime-Crazi: Thankyou for smacking Jou, there's absolutely nowt wrong with scrawny British guys!
To Cyberkat: There ya go, you got your wish!
Now on with the fic!
*~*~*~*~*~*
Bakura and Malik lay next to eachother in Bakura's bed, wearing nothing more than Bakura's blanket. Malik was cuddled right up against his superior, his torso against Bakura's side, one arm around his shoulders and the other draped lazily across his chest, creating a semi-embrace, while Bakura had one arm under and around Malik, the other resting above his own head. With a contented sigh, Malik snuggled his head against Bakura's chest, feeling the warm ebb of sleep creeping over him. Bakura loved moments like these - he loved the feel of Malik's hair caressing him, the feel of Malik's soft skin against his own, sand on ivory, and the sound of Malik's gentle breathing. Most of all, he loved the way the whole thing felt so right. Tonight, however, he had to do what he most hated - he had to interrupt it.
"Malik," Bakura whispered. "Did you see what the Pharaoh did today?"
Malik sleepily shook his head against Bakura's chest. "…w's too b'sy watching 'ou…" he sleepily whispered in reply. When Bakura didn't continue like Malik expected, he opened one eye, and was met by a rather amused look on Bakura's face. Malik eased himself up onto one elbow to protest his innocence. "It was in an entirely professional sense!"
Bakura chuckled before continuing his tale. "When I was facing those guards, that slave fled to the corner furthest from me." Bakura smirked slightly. "He was terrified of me. And the Pharaoh, instead of fighting me or guiding his 'troops', ran to the slave's aid. A slave!" Bakura exclaimed.
Malik blinked sleepily, not quite catching on. "Maybe he takes care of his slaves… some Pharaohs have been known to."
Bakura, who had shifted to a sitting position once Malik had propped himself up, bowed his head and sighed. "Malik Ishtar… think back to the first time I rescued you."
*~*~*~*~*~*
They had been in the marketplace. Bakura had spotted Malik and his intentions with ease, and was amazed that the guards hadn't arrested him yet. He was so on edge and shifty. Of course, that hadn't been what had originally caught Bakura's eyes. There were many blatant thieves in the city of Thebes, and Bakura had long learnt to ignore them. If he hadn't, he'd have killed himself laughing several times over. No, what had attracted him was the fact that the boy was absolutely gorgeous. Delectable, in fact. His loose white sleeveless shirt hung on his frame like a finger beckoning Bakura, and his tight purple trousers left *very* little to the imagination. Coupled with the evident naivety of the boy - a naivety Bakura longed to exploit - the boy was a walking vial of sexual attraction. Bakura had decided then to follow him, abandoning his usual business.
Sure enough, the boy was caught on his first attempt. He'd tried to swipe a ruby necklace, and had made a very bad job of it. The stall's owner had called the guards, who had appeared almost instantly - perhaps they had been following him after all - and the boy had found himself in the grip of two of the biggest men in town.
The fracas was over in the time it took Bakura to throw two of his rocks. One in each hand. At the same time.
Gripping the boy by the wrist, Bakura dragged him out of the market and down into his secret hidey-hole. "Th… thankyou" the boy had stuttered. He kept his gaze fixed on Bakura, looking him up and down and up again, unconsciously licking his lips as he did so.
'So we like what we see, do we?' Bakura thought with a mental smirk. He couldn't blame the boy, to be fair - lots of people in Egypt had pretty much the same reaction. He clicked his fingers, grabbing the boy's attention. "What's your name, boy?" When Malik had responded, Bakura slipped an arm around him. "So… Malik, what is my payment for your rescue?" he purred, gently caressing Malik's leg. Bakura's voice and actions were practically dripping sex, and Malik was all too happy to pay up.
Afterwards, Bakura had offered to teach Malik all he knew.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Malik nodded. He remembered it all too well. He let himself drift in the delicious memories a moment longer before returning to the current issue of debate. "So what does that have to do with the Pharaoh?"
Bakura considered his words carefully. "You weren't the first thief I felt attracted to who's been captured… But you were the first I rescued. I didn't know it at the time, but there was more than a physical attraction there - something that made me willing to risk a lot just to rescue a stranger." He dropped down onto one elbow, facing Malik. "It would take a lot for a Pharaoh to abandon his troops just for a slave, regardless of how well he takes care of them."
Malik's eyes opened wide. "You don't think…?"
Bakura nodded. "I saw the look on his face when that slave dived into his arms. I saw him kiss the slave."
Malik's mouth hung open in a silent gasp, a look of utter disbelief written across his face. Slowly, though, the gasp became a sly, almost malicious grin, and his eyes took on a wicked sparkle. "Oh, but that is too perfect."
Bakura raised an eyebrow enquiringly, waiting for Malik to go on. "Don't you see? If a slave disappears from the palace, no-one will care… in fact, most of them probably wouldn't notice. Even if they did, they could just replace the missing slave easily enough. That is…" Malik's grin briefly verged on dangerous. "…unless the slave means something special to them."
Bakura laid down on his back, staring at the ceiling. This sometimes helped him think. "Go on," he said, chewing on his bottom lip.
"So… just supposing the Pharaoh's favourite slave disappeared? Who, aside from the Pharaoh, would care? And if a ransom note were to be found… well, the Pharaoh could hardly send the army out searching for a solitary slave. It'd look a little odd if he spent all that effort on a single, measly, worthless slave, don't you think? So, if the Pharaoh were to want to see his slave again - and, assuming you're right, he will - he'd have no choice but to pay the ransom, whatever it may be."
Bakura continued staring at the ceiling a while longer. "You know…" he mused. "That could be the single most daring plan in history." He sat up again, his eyes sparkling wildly. "We could demand anything! The riches of the Nile could be ours!"
Bakura suddenly grabbed Malik and rolled over, so that Malik was laid on top of him. He felt shivers of delight run up him as Malik's bare skin pressed against his. "I knew I took you as my apprentice for a reason," he said with a sexy smile playing across his lips.
Malik leaned down, feeling Bakura's chest rising and falling against his own, his hair creating a veil over the two boys' faces. "I thought it was because you love me," he said with a smile of his own.
Bakura gave Malik the satisfaction of smirking. He lifted his head up to meet Malik's slipping both arms around his lover as he did so. "Smarty," he whispered, before closing the distance with a kiss.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Well, firstly I apologise for the shortness of that chapter folks, but it can't be helped. If I took out the irrelevant stuff, it'd only be half that length! Hey, it was to show their plan, that's all, how the hell do I get 2000 words out of that???
Anyways, like I said at the top, I have another fic running alongside this one. The main pair is Seto\Jou (since I doubt I'm gonna fit them into this one), it's gonna be angsty and feature character death, but there'll also be plenty of fluff and lots of songfic chapters, which I - apparently - have a talent for writing. It also features Yami\Yugi and Ryou\Malik... at the beginning. Either ways, it's called One Last Breath, just click on my name at the top of the page and go check it out! (If you wanna, I can't exactly make ya...)
Whether you do that or not, please review this chappie anyways? I know there wasn't much fluff, but just wait for what it builds up to!
Ja mata ne, take care all!