Hello everyone, you are probably getting tired of hearing me yammer on and on, but I think it is the only way I get to communicate with any of you, but that is just how I feel. Anyways, I will shut up now and just get to the chapter. Enjoy! P.S. from where I am starting it might be easier to read the last paragraph or whatever so you understand where I am starting. Just a suggestion.
"I've..never been in this type…of situation," Ryou's breathing was already beginning to hitch as he became ever aroused by Malik's kissing and touching. He conceded to the sandy-blonde's touch and gently bit down on Malik's lower lip. Malik suddenly felt horrible for forcing himself upon Ryou and sat back. The fragile Hikari leaned in closer to him and cupped his face in his warm palm.
"Why have you stopped?" he said ever so innocently.
"I don't want to force you into anything you haven't done…to tell you the truth, I haven't done this before either."
"You know, Malik, it did feel good," he whispered in Malik's ear.
Malik grinned knowing that he had been given to permission to do as he pleased with his lover's body. Gently he picked at the buttons of Ryou's shirt. The silver-haired Hikari's breathing hitched as his torso was slowly exposed, and the shirt tossed to the ground. Malik delicately kissed Ryou's exposed skin, slowly working his way up to his neck. Ryou was enjoying this so much that he moaned softly for him.
Bakura had settled in Mariku bedroom and was currently leaning against the wall whilst Mariku was laying amongst the flurry of gold pillows. He glanced over at Bakura, and then looked away again.
"Can't you look at me now?" Bakura said in a deep and alluring voice.
Mariku floated up to the ceiling and quietly laid there. Bakura stared off for a moment and shook his head. "I hope Ryou doesn't burn the whole fucking house down…"
Mariku giggled in a scary girlish way. Bakura ignored the awkward sound and walked over to the unoccupied bed to lay down. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then releasing it slowly.
"Am I boring you?" Mariku inquired, looking down at the tomb robber laying just below.
"No, but what is there to do? Should I leave you in privacy?"
Mariku shook his head and thinly smiled, "No, I don't need my privacy. I'm glad you're here with me…" he said in a dull whisper.
Bakura nodded. He opened his eyes and looked up at Mariku. "I guess I am also glad…" he too whispered.
"Do you hate me, Boku?" Mariku said using a nick-name he had just thought of.
"Don't call me that." Bakura said sounding nothing other than serious, "If I hated you, would I have bothered coming here at all?"
Mariku shook his head yet again. "Come down here, would you?" Bakura kindly asked of Mariku. The tomb keeper dropped down onto the large bed next to Bakura who bounced slightly. Bakura had been observing Mariku for the last thirty minutes. "You don't seem happy. Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?" Bakura questioned in a low, mysterious voice, several thoughts and scenarios ran through his mind.
Mariku thought a moment. Bakura sat up and just stared at the sandy-blond male. Mariku just kind of tipped over and put his head on Bakura's comfortable lap. Bakura quirked a brow in confusion. The tomb keeper looked up at Bakura, looking oddly enough like a school girl at a slumber party.
"You're cute," Mariku said to break the awkward silence. "I don't get what you're doing, but fine…"
For some unbeknownst reason, Bakura slowly ran his fingers through Mariku's sandy-blond spikes. Mariku toggled his fingers around in the Bakura's silver bangs that were draped down his broad shoulders. "Wait…cute?" Bakura inquired, finally catching on to what Mariku had said.
"How is a sadist cute?" Bakura further questioned.
"Its easy, you just are." Mariku gave Bakura a strange and very girl-like look.
"Are you alright? You're acting like a girl," Bakura said discerning this sudden change. Mariku disregarded the remark and crawled around behind Bakura. He took his hair in his strong hands and took up french braiding the other's lustrous pale gray tendrils.
"What are you doing?" Bakura glanced back at the blithe male who was humming what sounded like an ancient egyptian melody. "Just braiding your hair." Mariku tied off the braid with a black silk ribbon stowed away in the pocket of his pants. He smiled as he watched Bakura finger the intertwined locks of his hair.
"How girl-like," the tomb robber commented. Mariku arched a brow,"Did I do it wrong? I don't know how I could of…" Mariku fingered Bakura's hair and searched for the problem area, but was unsuccessful. He wrapped his arms around Bakura's waist and laid his head on the theif's back.
"I thought I did an okay job."
"I guess so…but, not even Ryou can do a braid. It's a girl thing."
"I used to braid Ishizu's hair, back off." Mariku recalled.
"All right, all right," Bakura said, leaning back slightly against Mariku.
"I don't do girly things," Mariku whined under his breath. Bakura grinned stupidly and glanced over his shoulder at Mariku,"It's amazing how you also whine like a girl. Are you always this way around guys you like?"
Mariku slapped Bakura across the back of his head and stomped over to his dresser, climbed atop it, and pouted. "What a chick thing to do," Bakura provoked. "I am not acting like a chick," Mariku returned angrily.
"If you aren't a chick, then why don't you just prove it to me," Bakura taunted. He sat up on the bed and looked at Mariku who was turning an angry crimson as the anger inside of him welled up. He jumped down off of the dresser and slowly approached Bakura with his fists clenched and looking as if he were on the verge of beating Bakura into submission.
He swiftly grabbed Bakura's balls in a pitiful attempt at anything. "Even a girl can grab a guys dick. You don't even have half of the grip a real chick would have," Bakura continued to provoke. He found this all rather funny and was enjoying every minute. Mariku's held on tighter than before, but accompanied it with a kiss. The tomb robber forced Mariku to remove his hand as he leaned harder into the kiss. They rolled over on the bed, Mariku in the sea of gold silk and Bakura hovering over him on his hands and knees.
Mariku gently eased out of the kiss, "Is that enough proof?" Bakura shrugged, "I guess it will have to do." He nibbled on Mariku's neck a short while before completely removing himself from Mariku and the bed. "I sure hope my damn Hikari isn't getting into trouble…" he mummbled.
"What are you doing? Get your ass back over here!" Mariku shrieked, feeling forgotten and wanting more of Bakura's wonderful attention. "No need to scream like that…damn!" Bakura yelled, covering his ears.
"That was an order!" Mariku shrieked again. "You know…if you always refuse to obey me, why should I obey you? I should be considered a god for doing any of this for you." He smirked in a very yummy way.
"I know, and you are my god and I am your slave, but the slave wants to get fucked right now!" Mariku growled impatiently. "What did you say?" Bakura said pretending to have tuned out whilst Mariku was demanding his attention. He purposely did it knowing full well that Mariku would hit the roof.
Suddenly, Mariku burst out screaming at the top of his lungs. Bakura again threw his hands over his ears. "Stop doing that! God damn it!" He opened one of his eyes and looked at Mariku," I won't be able to hear if you keep this up," he found himself yelling over Mariku's screaming.
Mariku ceased screaming instantly and laid back on the sheets, grabbing the closest pillow and holding it over his face.
"My god," Bakura said rather relieved that the screaming had stopped. He saw the fit Mariku was having on the bed and sighed. He stripped the sandy-blonde of the pillow and climbed on top of him and roughly kissed his vulnerable neck.
"You need to…stop acting like a kid and…" Bakura paused mid-sentence to ravage Mariku's neck, "Stop acting like a kid and act like the person I became aquainted with….that night in the school yard."
"A kid…A kid?"
Mariku threw Bakura off of the bed and onto the floor. He grabbed Bakura by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall, holding him prison, his feet no longer touching the floor.
"I am not acting like a damn kid!" He furiously yelled at Bakura. "Take it back, you stupid bastard!" Mariku's enraged expression softened as he slowly lowered Bakura back down to the floor. He hung his head in shame.
"That's the Mariku I want to see…" he looked softly at Mariku, "the one that sparked my passion…" Mariku turned to his bed and flopped down onto the cool gold sheets. Bakura opened the door, pausing and looking back. "Until you find that form of yourself…I'll be around."
The sandy-blonde grabbed a pillow at the head of his bed and threw it at Bakura, who quickly dodged it on his way out.