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Fandom: Yugioh
Characters: Yami Bakura/Malik Ishtar
Prompt: # 25: Strangers
Rating: M

Warning(s): Adult themes. Yaoi. No Spoilers here. AU

Summary: Malik wakes to find himself in a stranger's bed.

Chapter 11: Strangers.

Malik slowly blinked open his eyes, the cobwebs of sleep seemed harder to clear this morning then it usually did. His body ached in places he never knew he had and he still felt incredibly exhausted. A faint buzzing sound filled the shadowed room. With a groan Malik rolled over and stretched his arm out for his cell phone, placing it to his ear. 'We were meeting at noon today, it's almost one…." Malik gasped as he had answered the wrong phone and hung up glancing beside him with wide eyes.

Memorise were hard to pull forth as a hang-over he currently had wouldn't let him think straight. All he did remember was being lead somewhere and then so much pleasure, as his body had been caressed and touched and taken in ways that had never been done. Malik's hand trembled as he reached for the lump of blankest that concealed his current bed partner. What did he look like? How old was he? Was it even a he? Malik hoped that it wasn't some guy that was old enough to be his father or some virgin that would now and forever be claiming to be in love with him, Malik had enough stalkers he didn't need to add one more to the list. Malik had nothing against wanting to be in love, only if it was with the right person who'd return his affections… and virgins… Well, he had been there and all it led to was hurt, humiliation and heartbreak.

It was his hurt, humiliation and heartbreak that had him out last night, looking for someone that didn't know him or could use what they had done against him the very next day. So many now saw him as a whore; someone when asked would fall to his knees and give them what they wanted. It was a vicious circle, for had he not done just that last night with some stranger? He give up control and let the other do as he pleased with his body… this time was different, this time there would be no consequences and gossip following him about the school the following day. Damn high school could be a bitch.

Last night came back to him. Fake I.D, the alcohol was flowing; the music was laud enough to vibrate though everyone's body… a good night out that was funded by selling last year's test exams to the freshman or seniors who wanted to pass. If his over controlling sister had known what he was up to, she'd make it damn near imposable for him to use the bathroom without her knowing or to even breathe without her permission.

Malik drowned all his thoughts with a drink he had never heard of before, it was bitter and burned on its way down and then leaving a sweet taste afterwards. That's when he saw him, tussled white hair like it had never been brushed or cut, dark eyes and a lithered but still muscular body. He danced like no one else was on the floor with him or even in the room, running his hands over his body; nicely timed to the beat and all suggestive moves were all aimed at Malik. By the end of the song, he waved Malik over on a new song. They couldn't hear each other speak so they let their bodies to it for them on the dance floor and before Malik knew it, they were stumbling through the streets grabbing handfuls of ass and teasing touches and soon they were shedding clothes and tumbled onto a bed.

Malik gently pulled back the covers to find the man, with white hair and pale skin fast asleep on his stomach. He had been forceful and wild and at the same time gentle, the man truly knew what he wanted out of his partner. Malik slid from the bed and gathered up his clothes that were sprawled about the floor. Pulling on his jeans and his boots and his shirt, while glancing at the lump mass of blankets hoping not to wake him.

Boots and jacket in hand Malik tip-toed to the bedroom door and pulled it open, wincing when it squeaked from rusty hinges. The light of day flooded over the bed. "You don't need to sneak out. I'll make you breakfast!" The voice was husky, slurred with sleep and it sent a pleasant shiver down Malik's back, he remembered that voice and the sounds that had fallen from those lips.

"Thank you but no." Malik stepped from the room feeling suddenly nervous as the other sat up and the blankets fell away to reveal his naked body. Malik swallowed hard, he remembered that pale body thrusting against into him… would it hurt if he climbed back into the bed for the rest of the day?... "I have to go." It came out strained as Malik fought to keep his arousal in check.

"Suit yourself." He flopped back to the bed with a groan and pulled the blankets over his head. "Just lock the door on your way out."

Malik hurried down the stairs and out of the building while putting on his jacket. He had never done anything like it before in his life, so frighting and yet so thrilling. All he was left with was the memories of a male who had taken away his breath and stopped his heart and given him what he wanted in one night.

Pity Malik thought sadly as he opened his front door some time later that morning, he would have liked to have gotten to know the man. Suddenly his cell phone went off with a message; Malik pulled it out of his pocket and realized it wasn't his but the one that had woken him. He flipped it open and read the message.

'Cutie, you left me in such a hurry that I didn't even get your name, if you want your cell phone back you're going to have to call me. Bakura.'

Malik smiled as he rushed upstairs for a fast shower before calling back Bakura to get his cell phone back.