Title: Tainted Kisses
Disclaimer: Yugioh isn't mine. The song is Obession from .hack/sign
warnings: male x male
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deep in the night
far off the light
missing my headache
visions of light
sweeter delight
kissin' my loveache
how come I must know
where obsession needs to go?
how come I must know
where the passion hides its feelings?
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"My lovely, lovely whore," Yami no Malik breathes in my ear, tongue slithering against my neck. I moan as his hand snakes into my pants and holds onto my pulsating erection. I'm not even bothered by what he calls me. It is his pet name for me and I know it drives him wild to speak dirty. "That's what you are, Ryou. My wanton slut." Teeth latch onto the throbbing vein in my throat.
Suddenly, the door to the den opens and both of us pause in our actions to see Bakura leering at us with pure disbelief and disgust. The afternoon sun streams through the ajared door, reminding me of the outing that I had scheduled with my friends. "Those idiots are here. I suggest cleaning up. Now," he growls the last.
Malik abandons his quest in making me a trembling mess of orgasmic bliss to focus on Bakura. "Bakura, so nice to see you." I watch, unable to look away from the scene before me, my arousal departing. Yami no Malik is a siren, a vixen using his seductive wiles. Bakura's standing with his arms in front of his chest, glaring at Malik calmly. "Does it turn you on?" Malik touches the fly of Bakura's jeans. "To see me, taking your fragile hikari? Would you like to see more? To see me pound into him?"
Bakura snarls, grabbing Yami no Malik's hand and shoving him to the floor. "Dont you ever say that to me again. Stay away from Ryou or I swear, I will send you to the Shadows and you will not return this time!" My heart is filled with such love for Bakura. He's doing this for me.
Malik laughs, getting to his feet. "You can't stop us, Bakura. He needs me. He lusts for me." A bronzed shoulder shrugs. "You're in no position to stop us but...there might be something we can work out." He winks. "I'll tell you later. Ryou, I'll be seeing you."
He disappears and I'm left alone with Bakura. He shuts the door, ignoring my friends voices from the kitchen. "Twice in one day, neh? I'm beginning to think you're a nympho." He throws my shirt at me as he sits on the couch. "I don't understand you. What the hell makes you want that bastard? Why do you keep going to him?"
I finishing buttoning my shirt and stand at the window, watching Honda, Shizuka, Jou, and Mai play football though it was obvious the two men were more interesting in their girlfriends then the soccer ball they'd gotten from my porch. Otogi and Marik are seated on the swing, acting lovey-dovey. That means that Yami no Yuugi, Yuugi and Seto are the ones in my kitchen. "Does it really matter, Yami?"
"Of course it matters. You're letting him have his way with your body."
"Since when did you start to care?"
He's standing next to me, a couple of inches taller but other than that, our reflections in the pane are nearly identical. "You told me this morning that you didn't love him so why? That's all I want to know." He must think I'm as naive as I look.
"Because, I need him. I don't know why you're suddenly so interested in my business but I'm an adult. I don't have a use for you in my life anymore." Of course, I don't mean that. "You can't tell me who my friends can be, you can't tell me where I can go and you most certainly can't tell me who I can have sex with."
He nods, lips pursed and if this was any other man-spirit-I wouldn't have believed the emotions that I felt come from him. Was he hurt by what I said? "I know I can't control you anymore. You have your own life but I'm not going to let that fucker break your heart because no matter what you seem to think, you do care for him or you wouldn't keep crawling back to him."
"I don't give a damn about Yami no Malik!" I yell, frustrated. "I never have! You don't know what it's like to live loving someone that could never care for you in the same way you do them!" Tears unbiddeningly course my cheeks. Those traitorous drops has Bakura's face softening and I bet, I'm the only one in existence that knows that Bakura has a tender side. If only that gentle side that he rarely showed me meant something to the extent of love. I sniffle, continuing what I've wanted to say to him that I have for months, "When your heart is filled with so much passion and love for someone that you spend nights crying to yourself, that you cling to the sex you share with someone that doesn't deserve it..." I wipe the saline rivulets on the back of my hand. "I have to go."
Bakura doesn't stop me as I leave. I'm not surprised that Yuugi is shuffling from the door, blushing and looking adorable as usual. He laughs nervously. "I heard you shouting and I thought that Bakura might be hurting you."
"Not physically," I murmur. I shake my head, vanishing the oppressive cloud over my head. "So, is everyone ready?"
Yuugi grins. "Yup!"
Maybe, I can let my insecurities and depression disappear for now and be in the company of my friends.
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Short, I apologize. :) Review
Disclaimer: Yugioh isn't mine. The song is Obession from .hack/sign
warnings: male x male
~ ~ ~
deep in the night
far off the light
missing my headache
visions of light
sweeter delight
kissin' my loveache
how come I must know
where obsession needs to go?
how come I must know
where the passion hides its feelings?
~ ~ ~
"My lovely, lovely whore," Yami no Malik breathes in my ear, tongue slithering against my neck. I moan as his hand snakes into my pants and holds onto my pulsating erection. I'm not even bothered by what he calls me. It is his pet name for me and I know it drives him wild to speak dirty. "That's what you are, Ryou. My wanton slut." Teeth latch onto the throbbing vein in my throat.
Suddenly, the door to the den opens and both of us pause in our actions to see Bakura leering at us with pure disbelief and disgust. The afternoon sun streams through the ajared door, reminding me of the outing that I had scheduled with my friends. "Those idiots are here. I suggest cleaning up. Now," he growls the last.
Malik abandons his quest in making me a trembling mess of orgasmic bliss to focus on Bakura. "Bakura, so nice to see you." I watch, unable to look away from the scene before me, my arousal departing. Yami no Malik is a siren, a vixen using his seductive wiles. Bakura's standing with his arms in front of his chest, glaring at Malik calmly. "Does it turn you on?" Malik touches the fly of Bakura's jeans. "To see me, taking your fragile hikari? Would you like to see more? To see me pound into him?"
Bakura snarls, grabbing Yami no Malik's hand and shoving him to the floor. "Dont you ever say that to me again. Stay away from Ryou or I swear, I will send you to the Shadows and you will not return this time!" My heart is filled with such love for Bakura. He's doing this for me.
Malik laughs, getting to his feet. "You can't stop us, Bakura. He needs me. He lusts for me." A bronzed shoulder shrugs. "You're in no position to stop us but...there might be something we can work out." He winks. "I'll tell you later. Ryou, I'll be seeing you."
He disappears and I'm left alone with Bakura. He shuts the door, ignoring my friends voices from the kitchen. "Twice in one day, neh? I'm beginning to think you're a nympho." He throws my shirt at me as he sits on the couch. "I don't understand you. What the hell makes you want that bastard? Why do you keep going to him?"
I finishing buttoning my shirt and stand at the window, watching Honda, Shizuka, Jou, and Mai play football though it was obvious the two men were more interesting in their girlfriends then the soccer ball they'd gotten from my porch. Otogi and Marik are seated on the swing, acting lovey-dovey. That means that Yami no Yuugi, Yuugi and Seto are the ones in my kitchen. "Does it really matter, Yami?"
"Of course it matters. You're letting him have his way with your body."
"Since when did you start to care?"
He's standing next to me, a couple of inches taller but other than that, our reflections in the pane are nearly identical. "You told me this morning that you didn't love him so why? That's all I want to know." He must think I'm as naive as I look.
"Because, I need him. I don't know why you're suddenly so interested in my business but I'm an adult. I don't have a use for you in my life anymore." Of course, I don't mean that. "You can't tell me who my friends can be, you can't tell me where I can go and you most certainly can't tell me who I can have sex with."
He nods, lips pursed and if this was any other man-spirit-I wouldn't have believed the emotions that I felt come from him. Was he hurt by what I said? "I know I can't control you anymore. You have your own life but I'm not going to let that fucker break your heart because no matter what you seem to think, you do care for him or you wouldn't keep crawling back to him."
"I don't give a damn about Yami no Malik!" I yell, frustrated. "I never have! You don't know what it's like to live loving someone that could never care for you in the same way you do them!" Tears unbiddeningly course my cheeks. Those traitorous drops has Bakura's face softening and I bet, I'm the only one in existence that knows that Bakura has a tender side. If only that gentle side that he rarely showed me meant something to the extent of love. I sniffle, continuing what I've wanted to say to him that I have for months, "When your heart is filled with so much passion and love for someone that you spend nights crying to yourself, that you cling to the sex you share with someone that doesn't deserve it..." I wipe the saline rivulets on the back of my hand. "I have to go."
Bakura doesn't stop me as I leave. I'm not surprised that Yuugi is shuffling from the door, blushing and looking adorable as usual. He laughs nervously. "I heard you shouting and I thought that Bakura might be hurting you."
"Not physically," I murmur. I shake my head, vanishing the oppressive cloud over my head. "So, is everyone ready?"
Yuugi grins. "Yup!"
Maybe, I can let my insecurities and depression disappear for now and be in the company of my friends.
~ ~ ~
Short, I apologize. :) Review