Fandom: Yugioh
Characters: Yami Bakura/Malik Ishtar
Prompt: #80, Why?
Word Count: 1,159
Rating: M

Warning(s): Yaoi, No spoilers here. A little smut.

Summary: Bakura wakes to find himself handcuffed to a bed, but confessions seems to be the order of the day.

Chapters: 9/100

Chapter: Why?

Bakura slowly opened an eye, hissing as the bright light of the late morning came through a crack in the drapes, getting him full in the face. Shutting his eyes again for a moment, there was a weight on him. Correction, there was someone laying on him. A head on his chest, his skin tingled and itched by his partner's hair. Hips pressed rather comfortably against his own and with the right movement caused an unbelievable pleasurable friction that made him purr. Arms pressed against his sides in a half lazy hug, legs wrapped about his own… all tell tale signs that the other was still sleeping.

Bakura twitched a little; his arms ached somewhat and were suspended above his head. He moved his arms trying to pull them down, finding warm metal digging into tender raw flesh of his wrists making him hiss. He couldn't move. He had been captured last night and his captor was no doubt the weight on him.

Not panicked at all Bakura tried once again to open his eyes, hoping they would adjust better now that he was a little more awake. They stung a little bit but he got a rough idea on where he was. A bedroom and by the looks of it, it wasn't his. He didn't quite remember on how he got bounded to a bed… did someone slip something into his drink when he wasn't looking? Would explain his lack of knowledge on how he ended up handcuffed to this bed.

Bakura tore his eyes away from his surroundings to the person laying on him. Off blond hair, tan skin, thing… He choked on his own breath, it wasn't, it couldn't be! Suddenly pools of liquidlilac were blinking at him. "Malik?!" Bakura gaped in shock; never in his wildest dreams did he ever think that he would get the blond above him into his bed.

"Hmmm…" The tan youth rubbed sleepily at one eye, before a predatory smirk spread across those full kissable lips and those lilac eyes were suddenly half-lidded with a mix of sleep and desire. "You wore me out so much that I fell asleep." He wriggled his hips making Bakura's head fall back onto the pillow with a moan, and shockingly realizing that they were both naked under the light covers.

"How did I end up here?" Bakura asked after he gathered himself from the jolt of pleasure, his mind still foggy and heavy from his sleep.

"You don't… you don't remember?" The other sounded hurt and pouted.

"Would I ask if I did?" Bakura snapped again, the cuffs clunked against the headboard when he moved his arms.

"Well, you were pretty plastered last night. So plastered in fact that you duck-taped Yami upside down to the tree in his front yard, naked. You stole his puzzle and kidnapped his little Yugi with promises to deflower him by morning."

"Oh shit," Bakura gave a self suffering groan; Yami would be after his hide with vengeance to which the world had never seen. He was dead with no chance of coming back. Suddenly he felt nauseated and whatever he had to drink or eaten, now sat in his throat as he asked. "I didn't do it, did I? Yugi, Yugi's still the…"

"Anal-retentive little bastard, that thinks his virginity is too good for anyone." Malik cut in for him, he now circled Bakura's left nipple with a finger while his chin rested in his other hand, his upper arm rested over Bakura's chest. "Don't worry, Ryou diffused the situation by giving you to me and Marik threatened Yami that if he touched you in anyway shape or form and made Ryou upset. He would castrate Yami with a spoon, or was it chopsticks?"

"So after all that, you take me home and chain me to your bed." Bakura bared his teeth in a growl at getting a glimpse of white dried flecks on his body. He wasn't stupid he knew what it was and it placed him in a bad mood almost instantly.

"Well, yeah." Malik frowned sounding like what had happened last night was obvious to anyone.

"Why?" Bakura asked.

So, for the slow-witted thief under him, Malik spoke as if it was meant for a child. "Ryou. Gave. You. To. Me."

"It was only meant to get me out of trouble." Bakura narrowed his eyes.

"No," Malik lazily waved the finger that had been circling Bakura's nipple, at him in a negative way. "Ryou's precise words were, 'I give Bakura to you to hold on to,'" He tapped his chin for a second. "I was drunk as well you know." His tone now became an accusing one. "I can't be held responsible for what happened last night."

He suddenly remembered last night, it came in flashes. He shed Malik's clothing while pushing him backwards to the bed. Bakura shoved him down onto the soft mattress, taking a moment to rip off his own clothing before lips met again, roughly.

Bakura wasn't known to be gentle, but not in a harmful way. With blinding passion and aching desire nothing was held back. Nails raking over and down skin, teeth biting at lips and flesh and fingers, mouth latching onto neck and nipples and sucking hard enough to leave bruises behind. It left them both breathless.

Bakura shuddered in a good way, how could he have almost forgotten the best lay, ever. He had been trying to get Malik's attention for a good six months now… nothing he ever tried worked and all it took were a few simple words from his former Host. "I'm not Ryou's possession that he can just give away to anybody." Bakura again pulled at the handcuffs that bound him to the headboard, hearing the heavy clunk of metal on wood. "And why am I handcuffed to your bed?!"

"Because," Malik gave a dejected sigh.

"Because is the reason you handcuffed me to your bed and had your way with me," Bakura's tone wasn't of shock or disgust, in fact it was husky and low as if the walls were listening in on them. "Why?" Bakura asked again, he wanted something, anything from the other that would be something more than one night-stand.

"I…" Malik averted his eyes and bit down on his bottom lip.

"Why?" Bakura asked again, his voice louder, damn he was so tired of working so hard to get Malik to open up to him just a little.

"… Because I." Malik yelped as he was bucked off and the legs of the thief instantly wrapped about him, trapping him on his side, Bakura's arms were twisted up in the cuffs and he was half sitting up.

"I'm not letting you go until you tell me why you cuffed me… Why?" Bakura growled as he tightened his hold, squeezing Malik's ribs.

"I love you!" Malik yelped out, "I have for the longest time."

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