Yay! Another chapter! (After what, a week? -blushes-) But Guess what! MY FINALS ARE FINISHED! AND I PASSED EVERYTHING! (Except Algebra) Yay! I got the highest mark in the class for English, and fourth highest in the year, and the highest mark in the class for Social Studies. (87 percent wohoot!) So next year, I will be doing year 12 (Eleventh grade to Americans... -whimper-) Okay, I enough rambling, on with the fic!
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A light silvery eyebrow, just a shade or two paler than his wild tresses of snow, arched slightly, dark brown eyes mildly interested as he leaned back on the bed and watched Malik continue to tidy up the room, throwing the piles of Bakuras clothes into the corner, the yami lounging comfortably atop the soft mattress.
"Why are you cleaning up?" He rested his chin on one hand, the other lazily toying with a strand of his hair. Malik had to giggle at the sight of Bakura lying on the bed in a very teenage girlish pose, brushing a lock out sand out of his lilac eyes.
"Well, the place has to be tidy." Malik said diplomatically. "It-It's what Ryou would have wanted…" Swallowing deeply, the light suppressed a sob threatening to escape from his throat.
"Don't fall to pieces on me, Malik." Bakura warned, pulling himself into a sitting position as he frowned at the Egyptian. The light sighed, and lifted his head, his eyes full of salty tears.
"Why did you do this?" He whispered softly, eyes wide and confused. "Why did you let Ryou go? Why did you do this sick deal, why did you take me?" There was no emotion on his face, only the permanent, it seemed, scowl of bitter, twisted hate and anger.
"I had no use for him." It wasn't a boast, it was said with no regret, it was a simple fact. "I grew tired of hurting him, the same routine, over and over. There's only so many times you can abuse someone before it gets boring." Malik was dumbstruck. Awestruck would be a better word. His hung open as he gazed agape at the pale demon before him, who merely cleaned a bit of dirt out from underneath his sharp fingernails.
"You're sick." Malik said the words flatly, but there was so much powerful emotion behind them, it was obvious that the teenager was enraged. "You're a twisted sick psycho." There was no reaction on Bakuras face, as he stood up from the bed, frowning softly at the younger of the pair, who was trembling in rage. "You're a sadistic, fucked-up, Sonofa-Mph!" Malik stopped short, his lavender eyes widening in shock as Bakura crushed his lips against the light, his tongue hungrily roaming in the Egyptians hot sweet cavern. The blonde moaned slightly as he gently began to cup the pale skin that contrasted so sharply, so perfectly against his slim caramel digits, dragging out the kiss as long as he could before he broke apart for a gasp of air, lavender eyes clouded with lust.
"You have no idea." Bakura rumbled deep in his throat, as he gazed seductively at Malik, the latter trembling as he tightened his hands still planted on his jawbone. The demon frowned ever so softly, and with slim, claw-like hands so cold and pale, he lifted the hands from his face, lowering them softly to his sides as he leaned in closer to the light. Thinking Bakura was going to kiss him, Malik gently lowered his eyes, slightly surprised to feel Bakuras hot breath on his neck. "You really want to see how cold I can be?" the demon whispered into the lights ear, a smirk in his voice. "You don't know at all. No one knows. Haven't you seen Ryou? The fear in his eyes and face whenever I'm around? The way he desperately tries to escape from me? Do you want to know what he's so afraid of?"
"N-No…" Malik breathed heavily, eyes half lidded. "W-Wait, I-I…"
"Yes?" Bakuras grin grew as his skilled bony hands ran like water underneath the lights shirt, his lightly muscled stomach trembling at the touch. Malik gasped, his hands resting gently on slim, lithe hips.
"Yes." The Egyptian breathed, his own lips close to the yamis ears. He arched his back and moaned softly as one of Bakuras lithe hands gently ran just as the top of his trousers. "Something Bakura, Please…" The pale demon smirked, and with an abrupt change in movement, pushed the young light hard up against the wall, hungrily assaulting his mouth, who was literally frozen in shock.
This was unlike anything Malik had ever experienced before. This kiss was… Rough, dominating, full of lust and hunger and want. The Egyptian moaned, grabbing fistfuls of wild white hair as he deepened the kiss, not caring, not needing to breathe at the moment. The lithe body pressed against him was hot, arousing, intoxicating. A rough, wild whirlwind of passion and lust spiraled around them, Bakura kissing him harder, deeper, more animalistic, until finally Malik had to draw a breath, breaking roughly apart from the demon as his lungs gasped for breath, his chest heaving as he gazed into deep eyes clouded with lust. It wasn't until Bakura ran a hand over his tanned, sleek stomach, did Malik realize he was half naked, his sleeveless shirt discarded on the floor beside him. Bakura smirked softly, one eyebrow lightly raised as he ran a finger over the smooth contours of Mariks caramel jawbone. The light gaso, drawing in a sharp breath as he trembled under the yamis hold, fear beginning to well in his heart, but the anxiety was soon overcome by a sharp, harsh cry of surprise as Bakura savagely assaulted his mouth once more. Maliks eyes lowered shut as he returned the kiss, fighting desperately for dominance, but unfortunately lost, Bakura roughly pinning his arms to slim sides.
It was another wild whirlwind of pleasure, lust, and utmost ecstasy for Malik. All he could feel was the hot body pressed close to him, slim, curved hips in his hands, his mouth kissed so fiercely that his lips were bruised and swollen. The lights lungs were to the point of exploding as he broke apart from the kiss, lavender eyes slowly exposed from their caramel lids. Dark brown, half-lidded and clouded with lust and hunger, stared down at him, the cotton sheet cool against his hot back. Malik blinked for a moment, slightly disorientated until he finally realized that the yami must have moved him onto the bed, and was currently straddling him on all fours, panting slightly as he gazed at the younger. Maliks eyes were wide in shock and fright as he gazed up at the yami, beginning to tremble in fear. Oh no. Bakura wanted to…
"I can't!" Malik yelled desperately as he clenched his eyes tightly shut, tears clinging to his dark eyelashes. "Please, Bakura, no no no…" The thief growled, leaning back on his haunches as he glared at the light.
"And why not?" His tone was cold, fearsome, and full of anger. Malik began to tremble, his breath hitching in his throat. "I thought you wanted this…"
"No, no I don't…" Malik moaned tearfully, staring up into furious orbs of mocha. "I don't, I don't…"
"Well, guess what." Bakura leaned down, smirking as he breathed those three words into the Egyptians ear, Malik sobbing and shaking as he struggled to bury his head into the pillow.
"Too Bad."
"What are you thinking?" Ryou tilted his head, a small smile on his face as he gazed at the yami, who was sprawled out on the couch, the light snuggled in his arms. Marik rolled his eyes, and moaned out loud, holding a hand over his forehead.
"Good god, Ryou, please don't start this again." He said in a long-suffering tone, passing his hand over amethyst orbs and sighing deeply. Ryou giggled, a pale hand gently tracing a pattern over caramel skin.
"Well, what are you thinking?" The teen countered, his dark eyes soft with silent laughter. "Come one, tell me! Please?" He smiled softly, running his slim finger along the yamis jawbone. Marik signed softly at the touch, and leaned into the lights hand, a deep rumble of appreciation sounding in the back of his throat. Finally, Marik sighed, casting his eyes heavenward.
"I'm sort of, well, worried. About Malik." Ryou frowned, and lifted his head more, pulling himself into a sitting position. The Egyptian sighed at Ryous concerned anxiety, and gazed deeply into liquid pools of chocolate.
"Why are you so scared?" The young light whispered softly, tilting his head gently to the right. "Maliks way stronger than me, he could handle anything Bakura would dish out for him- and I don't think he would hurt him, Marik. He wouldn't."
"You don't know that." Marik said lowly, eyes lowering to the couch. "I just have this really bad feeling that something's wrong. It's… really hard to explain…" Ryou pools of chocolate softened slightly, as he slowly wrapped his arms around the yamis chest, gently nuzzling his shoulder.
"Malik is going to be fine…" Ryou whispered soothingly, resting his forehead in the base of the Egyptians neck. "There's nothing for you to worry about."
That however, was a lie. Well, it was in Mariks eyes, if he could see the situation the Egyptian light had gotten himself into. No matter hot much he pleaded, and struggled, even cried, Bakura wouldn't stop. And part of him didn't want to. Malik was scared out of wits, but at the same time, he wanted more, he wanted Bakura to do this. And yet… He wanted it all to stop.
The light arched his back and gasped, as Bakuras slim digits trailed up Maliks thigh. He wore nothing except his boxers, his shirt and trousers discarded on the floor beside the pair, along with Bakuras tight tank top. Dark eyes narrowed, and Bakura smirked as he ran his hand higher along the smooth expanse of caramel skin, his hands gently tracing the elastic of the youngers boxers.
"B-Bakura… Please…" He gasped, writhing under the yamis hold. "D-Don't please…" Soft lavender eyes gazed in desperation at dark pits of mud, but Bakura merely smirked, slamming his hand firmly on the apex of Maliks hips, his nose a few inches from the lights.
"Afraid?" He smirked softly, his legs entwined with the lights, contrasting sharply with the dark caramel.
"Y-Yes…" Maliks breath was struggled and hitched, eyes half open as he gasped for air. "D-Don't do this…" He continued to struggle uselessly, Bakuras grin grew wider, as he smirked down at the light.
"Come on." The yami leaned in closer, whispering sensually into Maliks ear. "Struggle, fight. I like it rough." The lights eyes widened, as he began to shake, his mouth trembling as his eyes welled with tears. "That's it…"
"Please, Bakura don't do this…" He whispered softly, his voice shaking. "Please please please don't do this…"
"Why?" Bakuras tone was slightly amused. "You're not a virgin, are you?" Maliks eyes widened, and he blushed slightly. "You are!" The yami crowed, and his smirk widened further. "Oh, Malik…" The light looked away, biting his lip. He wasn't quite sure to tell Bakura that he wasn't exactly a virgin, but the idea of Bakura sleeping with him frightened him.
"I-I…" The light trailed off. "Well, I've never… had sex with anyone…" Consensually. Bakura smiled almost softly, one hand raised from the lights hips and to a lock of sandy blonde hair, brushing it out of lavender eyes full of fear.
"That's actually cute." Bakura smiled softly, placing his lips on the light for a soft moment. "I thought someone as sexy and irresistible as you must have fucked hundreds of people before now."
"I'm not a slut!" Malik protested. "I was… well, sort of… saving myself…" Before it was taken away…
"Don't worry…" Bakura said softly, placing soft kisses along Maliks lips. "Don't be scared. I won't go hard on you if you want."
"Please don't…" Malik breathed softly, gazing deep into dark earthen eyes. "Please please don't…"
"I won't…" Bakura breathed, his hands sliding on the material of Maliks boxers, tugging them down slim legs. "I won't, I won't…"
"Ever heard of love at first sight?" Ryou had snuggled into Mariks chest again, his eyes gazing lazily at the ceiling. "Well, you're bound to have… but do you believe in it?" The lights eyes flickered to the yami he was nestled in.
"Huh?" The Egyptian was confused at the question, looking down at the young teen. "Ryou, where the hell do you get this poetic shit from?" Raising a sandy eyebrow, he smiled down at the softly giggling light.
"It's not… that." The teen said softly. "I just… just wondered. I've never discussed anything like this with anyone else. Bakura never understands, Yugi and his friends never really care, and Malik is to lovestruck to listen, I have no one to really talk to…" Apart from my letters. He looked away, eyes welling with tears, as Marik "sighed, and softly drew Ryou closer to him, softly stroking fluffy white locks of hair.
"Well…" Marik sighed, gazing deep into space as he tried to think. "I guess, I sort of do believe in love at first sight. Malik certainly does. He's been head over heels for Bakura ever since the psycho ran in front of his bike. But… When I first saw you, all I really saw was Bakuras pathetic weak little light. I didn't see how beautiful you are when you laugh and smile…" He softly traced a finger along Ryous cheek. "It wasn't until I had the time, and nothing else on my mind to really notice, if you know what I mean." Ryou lifted his head and smiled, his large brown eyes sparkling with happiness.
"You really mean that?" Ryou breathed softly, his face slightly flushed. "You…" The light trailed off, not knowing what to say. He blushed deeply, and bit his lip softly.
"Why?" Marik smirked, stretching out slightly. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" he replaced his arm comfortably around the lights chest. Ryou smiled, and nizzled his head deeper into Mariks neck.
"Yes." His voice was muffled slightly in Mariks shoulder. "Yes, I do. I always have, I don't know why… It's not like I've ever just laid eyes on someone and then instantly fallen in love, but it does happen, I know it does. It's… really hard to explain."
"Yeah." Marik agreed, one finger absentmindedly twirled around a lock of silvery hair. "It is really hard to explain."
"But who can explain love?" Ryou reasoned, lifting his head and gazing softly at the yami, shyly, softly, placing his soft lips on Mariks, just for a few moments before pulling away and smiling softly, his cheeks tinted pink.
"No one can." Marik smirked as he gently tugged Ryou down for a few more mindblowing kisses.
Awwhh... -sigh- Cute fluffy end scene... I was tempted to write a lime or lemon scene, but A) Had to post this fast...ish, and B) I am scared of being deleted.
R&R! -runs off giggling manically-