Ello all! -pops up- Sorreh for the long update... I got a bad blister on my typing finger and couldnt write properly... it still hurts.. -sniff-
This has LIME! Yay! Bow down to the Limey Goodnesses! xDDDD
Disclaimer: I dont own nuthin... (AKA I OWN IT! Kidding)
"Malik." Bakura whispered softly, gazing into tearful amethyst eyes. The Egyptian looked up, glaring miserably back at the darkness. They were close. Much to close…
"Stay away from me, you sick bastard." Malik scowled, glaring at the yami through red-rimmed eyes. "I can't believe you would do this to my best friend."
"Malik, you have to understand!" Bakura blurted out. "Please…"
"NO!" Malik retorted, angry tears clouding his eyes. "I can't believe you would do this to him! You're the only person he even trusts!" Malik held his head in his hands, choking on his tears. Bakura bit his lip, sitting only an inch from the Egyptian, with his eyes on the ground. Slowly, his dark eyes traveled from the carpet to Maliks shoes, up his legs, scrolling up his torso, coming to rest on his wet lavender eyes. He was so close to the teen he could feel Maliks breath on his neck. Bakura slowly extended a slim pale hand, coming to rest on the blondes tanned cheek. Malik froze, his breath in hitched gasps, and his lavender eyes wide in fright. The demon gripped Maliks jaw, turning his face to meet his own, gazing at the small tears clinging to the Egyptians dark eyelashes, and crushed Maliks lips against his own.
Maliks eyes widened, and then lowered, limp under Bakuras grip as a low moan emitted from his throat. It took a moment for his brain to register what was going on, that Bakura was kissing him with an almost bruising force. Malik gasped under the demons hold, pulling away desperately, his chest heaving as he panted, eyes burning with rage.
"What, the fuck?" He demanded, brushing sandy bangs out of his eyes. "Bakura you little slut! What, the HELL?"
"I need this." Bakura said, struggling to keep his voice even. "Fucking hell Malik, Please." Malik gazed at the darkness for a moment, his chin beginning to tremble. Yes. The Egyptian thought to himself. Fuck, he never stopped loving Bakura. He always had, well, a crush on him. Ever since he first laid eyes on Bakura, Malik had been entranced by his attitude, his cold evilness, his hot sexy body…
Malik lunged at Bakura, his hands planted on the yamis shoulders as he slammed his lips against Bakuras pale mouth, pressing him into the seat of the couch. The demon moaned, grinding his hips appreciatively upwards into Maliks, the Egyptian drawing in a sharp breath and arched his back, his eyes tightly closed and fingers tightening into the fabric of Bakuras shirt. The demons legs curled around Maliks, his hands roaming on the smooth, tanned skin under his shirt running along the contours of his lightly muscled back. Bakura bit the Egyptians tongue teasingly, Maliks eyes flying open, locked with the yamis dark chocolate orbs.
"Why are you doing this?" Malik broke the kiss apart, sitting up and straddling his hips, one of his fingers gently running along the designs on Bakuras shirt. "Why are you betraying Ryou?"
"I want you inside me." Bakura whispered huskily, grabbing Malik by the neck of his shirt and dragging him to meet bruised lips, the blonde moaning softly, his fingers curled into the demons wild hair.
"Wait." Malik growled, glaring down at the spirit. "This is a one-off, Bakura. No strings attached."
"No strings attached." Bakura agreed, a wild, lustful look in his dark brown orbs. Malik nodded, jamming his lips against the yamis, letting out a choked gasp as Bakura slim pale digits wound down to the tops of his pants, fumbling slightly on the zipper. Malik removed his hands from the spirits hair, tugging at the hem of his shirt. Pulling it over the yamis wild head, Bakura smiled into the Egyptians mouth as he hurriedly yanked down Maliks trousers, moving to his violet shirt.
Less than a minute later, both of the teens lay naked, intertwined on the purple couch, panting heavily as they gazed into each others eyes. ((SO HOT! –dribbles-)) slim, pale fingers locked with dark caramel, the Egyptians hands breaking free of Bakura and wandering down his chest, followed by his hot tongue. Bakura arched his back sharply, and moaned aloud, grinding his hips into the velvet as Malik ran his tongue over the yamis chest, occasionally biting soft pale skin as he headed southwards. Bakuras breath was harsh in his throat, his eyes half-lidded and clouded with lust, which jerked open with a harsh gasp, as Malik took his erect member in his hot mouth.
"M-Malik…" He half-panted, half-moaned, his fingers locked in the Egyptians sandy locks. With a small smile, Malik sped up on his ministrations, the darkness writhing in pleasure beneath him, his hands tightening on the blondes hair, as he teetered on the edge of a violent chasm of pleasure. Malik smiled slightly as he felt Bakura shudder beneath him, holding back. The caramel coloured boy frowned softly, pressing his hands into the base of Bakuras hips as he ran his tongue harder along Bakuras length.
The pale demon arched his back and screamed, his hands clenched into fists as he came, Maliks passionate touch sending him into a virulent spiral of mind-blowing ecstasy. Bakura fell limp against the velvet, wild, sweat-soaked locks of wild snowy hair over his face, panting and shaking. Malik swallowed the yamis salty fluids in a few mouthfuls, choking slightly as he released Bakuras limp member from his mouth and resting his head on the demons chest, the lithe, sweaty body underneath him gasping and trembling. Malik lifted his head and gazed into the clouded orbs of the darkness, gently tracing his slim pale chest.
"Fuck me." Bakura whispered huskily. "Oh gods Malik, please fuck me."
Ryou continued to sob helplessly into the wet carpet of the floor. He didn't know how much time had passed since he had lost his Bakura… And he didn't even care. All he wanted was to be in Bakuras arms. How could Bakura leave him like this? How could he betray him? Ryou let out a long howl of misery, slumped into the floor, and wrapped his hands around his head, sobbing and sobbing, the horrible pain of betrayal ripping through his heart.
Bakura gazed at the sleeping blonde curled into his chest, snoring contentedly. The darkness bit his lip, lightly running his fingers through his sandy hair, trailing down warm, sweaty skin. Malik sighed softly at the touch and rolled around slightly, a slim naked leg falling over the side of the couch. The demon bit his lip softly as he continued to gaze at the Egyptian pensively, his head propped up on the arm of the couch.
It was so strange, the wild, raw emotions of passion and lust surging through his veins was unlike anything he has ever felt before. It was the use of sex, for wild pleasure, not for love, that brought on such feeling to him.
And Malik… his strong, domineering touch was so different to the soft, sensitive fingers of Ryou, his shy, almost embarrassed gaze, his soft, sweet kisses… Bakura groaned aloud, running his fingers through his wild hair in confusion. It was getting harder and harder to still have such violent feelings for his sweet little light. The yami let out a long sigh, sliding out from under Malik and reaching around for a pair of boxers. He snapped the waistband on, and padded softly around the apartment, looking around for paper and a pen. He found the needed items, and sat down at the kitchen table, beginning to write. It was something he had seen Ryou do, many times.
Writing a list.
Ryou:
Pros:
Sweet
Angelic
Never cheats on me
Will do anything for me
Completely under my will
Fucking gorgeous
Gave me life
Cons:
Pathetic
Whiny
Weak
Cowering
He betrayed me
Drives me crazy
He'll never trust me again
Bakura cupped his chin in a hand as he gazed at his spiky writing, and with his other hand began to rub his temples. Sighing softly, he tore the paper off of the pad and began to write a new list.
What I've Done To Ryou
Malik moaned, rubbing a hand over his eyes as he slowly awoke, pulling himself into a sitting position. Bakura was still at the desk, busily wiring away in his scratchy writing. The Egyptian stood up and walked over to the demon curiously reading over what he had written.
Wow, there were so many lists scattered over the place, it almost blew Maliks mind. He picked up a piece of paper, eyes widened at what he saw.
Sex with Ryou
Sweet
Tender
I'm the dominant
It's an act of love
He's so sweet and shy when we screw its almost cute
Sex with Malik
Wild
Passionate
Malik is such a good fuck
He can go for hours
He's kinky and erotic
I can forget everything when he fucks me
Malik dropped the paper wide-eyed, and shifted his gaze to Bakura, who was muttering softly under his breath.
"U-Um, Bakura… Are you alright?" he questioned, his lavender eyes gazing concerned at the demon.
"Huh? Oh… hey Malik." He said softly, looking the Egyptian up and down. "Gods, man, put some bloody clothes on!" He snorted, as Malik blushed and pulled on his pants, walking back over to Bakura. "And what does it look like I'm doing? I'm writing a few lists…"
"Why?" Malik questioned, tilting his head to the side. Bakura sighed.
"I need to make a decision." He said shortly. "What-what we did a few hours ago fucked things up." He laughed bitterly. "Whatever happened to no strings attached, huh?"
"Oh, Bakura…" He whispered softly. How could he tell him that what he had done only strengthened his feelings for Bakura? That he wanted to do it again… so many times…
"Fuck." Bakura moaned, banging his head against the table. He gathered up his list, and gazed at them all, chocolate orbs moving from one list to the other.
"Do you love me, Malik?" He whispered, gazing up at the Egyptian with sadness in his eyes. Malik bit his lip, and his eyes lowered to the carpet. He imagined what would happen if he said yes. Bakura and him would be together, all of his dreams, his deepest desires, would become true. But Ryou… The soft little tenshi was his greatest and best friend he had ever had. He would break his heart, and Ryou would hate him forever.
"No." he lied softly, smiling lightly at the demon. "Bakura, you're a friend of mine. A great friend, the best I have ever had –apart from Ryou-. But I don't love you, not in that way. What I did was just a good deed for a good friend." He hugged the demon lightly. "Don't fuck up you relationship with Ryou over me." With this, he stood up, and left the room. Bakura looked down once at his list, and bit his lip.
He had made up his mind.
Ooh, who will he choose? will he listen to Malik? You wont know unless you... R&R!