Waking Dreams
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Chapter two is here! This ship is psychoshipping – Marik X Bakura (Yami Marik X Yami Bakura) (Yami no Malik X Yami no Bakura) This one isa little smuttier than the first!
Night time in Domino City. An eerie silence hung over the entire city, like it was witching hour at 8pm. The sun set so early these days… Not a car or creature moved along the deserted streets. The streetlights didn't light up the street as you would expect them to. A cold half-moon hung in the black velvet sky, surrounded by a scattering of stars that were continually overcome by dark clouds.
Two figures emerged from an alleyway, clothed in the tightest black, blending in with the impenetrable darkness all around them. Dark eyes flashed in the night and sadistic laughter floated over the still air, disappearing into nothingness. Somewhere down the street, a door opened and bright light spilled out onto the street, followed by the sound of classical music and uppity laughter which overcame the muttered conversation of the two shadows from the alley.
Bakura tilted his head towards Marik. "What did you say?" he asked. "I didn't hear you."
"Forget it," Marik said. "Let's go in there."
"In there? That poncy, faggoty, stupid, posh, expensive restaurant thing?" Bakura said in disgust.
"Yeah. That. Come on." Marik grabbed his fellow yami by the hand and yanked him down the street and into the restaurant. As he pushed the wooden door open an electric bell chimed somewhere inside. As one the few customers in the restaurant glanced up to see who had joined them now. They had to stop and stare at the new arrivals – two young men wearing leather, with outrageous spiky hair, holding hands.
The two glared. "What?" Bakura snapped.
Someone coughed, and the few customers turned back to their meals and their food, blushing and muttering between themselves. The music started up again, and a man wearing a black tux strode over to the new arrivals. "Can I help you, sirs?"
"No, we're just fine," Marik said, pulling up a chair, as did Bakura. "Can we get some spaghetti?"
The waiter nodded and left. He had rather hoped the two new comers would leave, but instead it seemed they were here to stay. Said boys were grinning across the table at each other. The single candle in the centre of the table burnt dimly, attempting to create a romantic atmosphere. Instead it cast eerie shadows on the boys faces.
"What are we doing here Marik?" Bakura asked, boredly crumbling up a complimentary breadstick all over the tablecloth. Marik caught his hand and leant across the table, crushing his lips onto his koi's and gently caressing the inside of his mouth with his tongue. Bakura used his spare hand to twine his fingers in Marik's hair. When the two parted the entire restaurant was staring at them, as was the waiter waiting by their side to deliver their food.
"Your pasta, sirs," he muttered, setting the bowls down and leaving hurriedly. Bakura sniggered and Marik dragged his chair over to sit beside his beloved. He dipped his fork into his bowl, twirling the spaghetti onto his fork slowly, deep in thought.
Something warm and sticky suddenly found its way onto his cheek. Marik reached up and touched it gently, frowning at Bakura. Drawing his fingers away, he noticed they were coated with pasta sauce.
"So sorry…" Bakura purred, leaning across and licking it up in one fell swoop. Marik caught on, smirking, and held up a meatball.
"A bite for a bite, Bakura dear." Without waiting for answer he leant forward and gave Bakura a love bite on the neck. He could feel Bakura eating the meat, as requested, and purred happily.
Now it was Bakura's turn. He picked up the last of the breadsticks and held it out to Marik. "Say 'ah.'" Marik opened his mouth and his lover placed the breadstick inside, half of it still hanging out. He leant forward to take a bite, but the sight of this sent Marik into hysterics and he laughed, causing the breadstick to fall into his lap and break. Bakura's smirk widened and he leant down to finish what he started…
"I'm sorry sirs," came the waiter's voice. "But you're making our other guests uncomfortable. I'll have to ask you to leave."
The two dark spirits weren't listening. They were in the middle of something and they weren't about to stop. Marik moaned with pleasure and shoved the waiter. "Get lost… Oh Bakura…"
Blushing furiously now, the waiter crooked his finger towards the kitchen. Three more men came out, with their sleeves rolled up, sweating from the heat of the stoves in the kitchen. They had lost three paying customers already thanks to this duo, they refused to lose anymore. The kinky couple would have to go.
Marik and Bakura were bought back to reality with a painful bump, when they landed painfully in the alleyway outside the restaurant kitchens. It was pitch-dark back here. A night creature rustled the plastic bags in the dumpster. Marik and Bakura could only see each other's eyes sparkling mischievously, reflecting the light of the moon. Marik could feel his lover's hands, resting innocently on his crotch. "Let's go home," he whispered.
"What for?" Bakura replied, grinning, his hands working Marik's belt buckle. "I say we stay right here…"
Mwa ha ha! Oh how I love this pairing. I hope you liked it! One more pre-organized pairing to go,and then it's YOUR turn to choose! (Yes it was originally two pairings to go, but one of them wasn't yaoi, just brotherly fluff. Yes, it was Seto X Mokuba.)