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10-10-2-Do-Me

Chapter 40

Bonus Chapter


Malik watched his cousin Marik storm out of the kitchen after his attempt to lunge at Bakura yet again, had been foiled.

Bakura adjusted his wrinkled clothing and sniffed indignantly at the unhinged Ishtar, as he made his exit. "Wonky bloke," Bakura grumbled under his breath. With his arch-nemesis no longer present, he realized that he and Malik were now alone. A wicked grin passed his lips as he prepared something oh so charming to say. He turned around to find Malik nowhere to be found. "Blondie?" If Malik went after Marik to comfort him, Bakura was going to have choice words for both men.

Suddenly the kitchen and living room went dark. Only the glow of the TV illuminated the space. Bakura looked in the direction he heard the 'click' of the light switch and found Malik standing there. The shadowing across Malik's face made him look dangerous. This combined with the measured steps and the smirk on his lips had Bakura's body warming.

"We should watch TV." Malik's words were easily read as sarcasm as he sat down on the couch. He sweetly patted his thighs, "Come take a seat."

Despite the whole point of coming to Las Vegas was to get laid, Bakura wasn't the type to just give in. Where's the fun in that? Instead, the Brit plopped himself down on the other side of the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table. He even had the audacity to stare at the screen as Malik had insincerely suggested.

Malik narrowed his eyes in interest, "What are you doing Bakura?"

Bakura motioned towards the TV. "Watching the telly."

"Why?"

"Did you not say we do so?" Bakura couldn't hide his grin when he heard Malik mumble something under his breath in frustration. "The show not to your standards?"

"Not to my standards at all."

Malik leaned back and eyed Bakura who still had his eyes glued to the current show. Malik viewed this night as his redemption. In Japan, he set aside his desires for what he viewed as the greater good. None of that mattered now. All that would be fulfilled was everything he imagined doing to Bakura, during that long horny flight back to America. Teasing would only be acceptable after they were both naked.

"I get it."

"Get what?" Bakura had no idea how Malik moved so quickly but the blond was now in straddling him.

Malik had his hands on the top of the couch. He leaned in until they were nearly touching nose, "You want me to chase you."

"Chase?" Bakura rolled his eyes but didn't add anything. It was kind of hard to focus with the weight of Malik's ass on his lap. He had flashbacks to his penthouse in Japan. "This feels familiar."

"No. This is completely different."

"In what way—" Bakura let out a low his as Malik's ass painstakingly ground right into his growing erection. "I still don't know how this is different."

Malik could hear Bakura fighting the huff in his words. He had him right where he wanted him. "Because this time you're getting fucked." Malik buried his hand in Bakura's hair and pulled him into a hungry messy kiss.

The smacking noises were lewd as Malik devoured Bakura's mouth. Their tongues warred past their teeth, aggressively pushing and sliding against its foe. When Malik pulled back with the intention of removing his shirt, Bakura grabbed him by the collar and pulled him right back in. Malik moaned in appreciation at Bakura's assertiveness. Though Malik had an idea, he was glad to know through actions, that Bakura wanted this just as bad as he wanted.

Bakura slid his hands under Malik's shirt feeling along his toned lithe body. Just knowing unseen tattoos were under his fingertips made him dizzy from sexual attraction. Bakura trailed his fingers up to the blond's nipples to feel cold steel. He missed these. He tugged on the barbells and the noise that left Malik's mouth, had them both pushing their hips harder together. Bakura twisted them this time and got an even firmer grind from Malik. Bakura felt like a schoolboy again with how hard he was just from kissing and humping. He could feel his tip leaking.

"Are you trying to make me come in my pants?" Malik asked against Bakura's mouth. The twists and the tugs shot electricity straight to his scrotum. "Because I'd rather come in your ass."

"What makes you think I'll allow that?" Bakura gave three quick tugs to each nipple leaving Malik to bite his lip and groan.

Malik grabbed Bakura's wrists and pulled them out from under his shirt. "Ready to find out?"

"How about I come in your mouth, and we figure out the rest later." Bakura expected his comment to be met with more banter, not the utterly charged glower from Malik's lilac vision.

"I can make that happen."

"Well f-fuck me..." Bakura stuttered out as he watched Malik immediately remove his shirt and slide to his knees.

"We'll get to that very soon 'Kura." Malik gave him a smoldering look as he undid Bakura's belt and pulled the zipper down. "Give me that knob."

Before Bakura could smart something about Malik's use of UK slang, a hand wrapped around his appendage and gave it a firm tug. His toes curled in his shoes. It was so damn good. He faintly heard determined footsteps somewhere in an echoing hall – surely that was Kaiba. Who else walked like they had fire in their boots? But who gave a damn about Kaiba or the fact he was leaving—his damn luggage!

"Time out Blondie!" Bakura swayed as he stood up, fumbling to get his dick back in his pants. "That arsehole can't leave with me things."

Malik remained kneeled on the floor, hard as a rock, as he watched Bakura rush out behind Kaiba. To say he was not happy was an understatement. He was done being nice.

Bakura rolled his bag into the hallway and made his way back into the living room. "That damn—" The Brit yelped as he was grabbed by his arms and shoved down onto the couch. His pants and underwear were down by his knees before he knew it.

"It's a gift to have me suck your dick." Malik gave him a glare that would have been terrifying if he wasn't grinning. "Don't ever keep me waiting."

A loud curse left Bakura's lips as he was immediately devoured. Hot, wet, slick, firm suction set fire to his scrotum. Bakura looked down to find Malik adamantly sucking him. Saliva was everywhere and the suction noises were absolutely filthy. And when the blond dropped down as far as he could, gagging around Bakura, the Brit dutifully pulled his shirt up around his armpits. He didn't need it getting in the way of this sloppy and raunchy blow job.

"Mmm…fuck…" He licked his lips before giving an intoxicated smile, "Yeah…suck me cock pretty boy…"

Malik pulled back, lips shiny and swollen, "How good is it?"

"Brilliant."

"How brilliant?"

"Worth crossing the pond for." Bakura buried his hand in Malik's hair, "Back to business Blondie, no need to be a prick tease."

Malik allowed himself to be guided back down. He moaned and got even sloppier around Bakura's appendage. His tongue flicked rapidly against the head of his dick while he gently massaged his balls in his hand.

The Brit titled his head back, eyes closed. "…After I bust…I'm going to eat that arse of yours…" Someone sucking him this good needed their ass ate.

Malik's actions became even more enthusiastic at the idea of that, Bakura's moaning now uncontrollable. Malik's right hand worked furiously as he sucked on Bakura's sac. The noises the older man was making were turning Malik on so much. He could tell Bakura was trying to hold back his sounds. He couldn't wait to have him so lost in the throes of passion, he held nothing back.

Bakura groaned as he braced his hands on the back of the couch. He arched his hips and felt the tip of his appendage slide down Malik's throat. Bakura closed his eyes and grit his jaw as he felt himself coming. He covered his mouth for good measure. They were out in the living room after all.

Malik slid his hands under Bakura's butt and kneaded those globes as Malik forced Bakura farther down his throat.

Bakura never knew that he needed his ass squeezed while he was spilling down someone's throat, but dammit if it wouldn't be a requirement for all blow jobs going further! He bit deeply down on his fingers, trying his best to be quiet. This created a gurgling kind of groan that should have been more embarrassing than a simple moan.

Malik slipped off Bakura's softening member and looked up at the man's flushed face. He could make out a light sheen of sweat around Bakura's hairline. The blond found the poor lighting a deterrent to continuing in the living room. Not the fact that the living room was a public space in the house.

Bakura faintly made out the shadowed tent Malik was pitching in his sweatpants, as the blond stood up. "What do you have there for me Blondie?"

"You haven't seen the half of it..." Malik reached down and fondled himself, a smug smile on his lips. "Can you stand up or should I carry you?"

Bakura snorted. "Cocky, aren't we?" The Brit slowly stood up to find his legs not operating at maximum capacity. He wobbled and was caught by Malik. He could feel Malik's erection pressing into his leg.

"Cocky or right?" Malik chuckled.

"It's my trousers. How do you expect me to walk with them around me ankles?"

Malik hoisted Bakura up bridle style causing a yelp from the older man. "Carry it is."

"Put me down!" Bakura's words said one thing, but he made no efforts to get down.

Malik ignored him and maneuvered them to his bedroom. He tossed Bakura onto his bed, before returning to the door to make sure it was closed and locked. He didn't trust Marik.

Bakura was lying flat on his back, shirt tucked under his arm pits, with his pants around his ankles, looking around the bedroom. There was no question it was the master suite of the house. The room was way bigger than Bakura expected. But before he could even take in the decorum, he heard Malik clap his hands together. Suddenly the lighting went from a white warm tone to red. Cherry red. Bakura looked to find over the headboard was a neon sign that spelled 'KING' in Arabic.

"My, my Blondie. Aren't we tacky with a touch of sleazy?" Bakura sat up on his elbows to find Malik standing nearby. He was completely naked and the red glow of the special made lamp, made him look hauntingly sexy.

"Don't concern yourself with how I choose to decorate my room."

Bakura watched him stalk to the bed. Malik's erection was so hard it barely bobbed with each step. The Brit zoned in on his prize and noticed something catching the light.

"You should be concerned if you'll be able to walk tomorrow." Malik stood directly in front of Bakura, proudly showing his body. And piercings.

"Your willy's pierced?!" Bakura gawked at the thick circle of surgical steal, looping through Malik's urethra.

"It's called a reverse Prince Albert." Malik got to work pulling Bakura's socks, pants, and underwear off. "I've been told it feels amazing."

"Keep your robo penis away from me." Bakura scooted back towards the headboard and crossed his arms. He looked utterly ridiculous being naked from the waist down, his T-shirt doing a poor job of covering his returning erection. "I didn't sign up for this."

"Technically I'd be a cyborg: half man, half machine." Malik wasn't deterred from Bakura's refusal. They were back to their game of cat and mouse. He walked on his knees across the bed, lewdly grabbing his length to better show off the piercing. "My penis does have the 99.9% guarantee of making you come."

"I'd like to talk to the 1% then." Bakura eyed the piece of metal and couldn't help but reach out and poke it. Malik did have his junk in his face. "What would make you do something like that?"

"Curiosity? Shock value? Childhood trauma?" Malik shrugged, "Safe to say all the above." He reached forward and easily removed Bakura's shirt from his torso. He tossed it where his other clothes sat in a pile on the floor. "Why don't you lay back down for me?"

Bakura grumbled under his breath but did so. "Don't even think of sticking that bionic togger in me dry."

"Don't be ridiculous." Malik straddled Bakura and ran a soothing hand through his white hair. "You look amazing in this lighting...just like I knew you would..." Bakura was so pale; the red glow gave him a full body blush that Malik found irresistible. He ran both hands down Bakura's chest, intentionally having his thumbs flick over his nipples.

Bakura sucked air in through his teeth and shivered. He turned his head towards the wall, staring anywhere but Malik.

"You like having your pretty pink nipples touched?"

Malik expected a grouchy reply, but all he got in response was Bakura closing his eyes, as a real blush came over his face. Was Bakura being bashful? Was he a sucker for compliments in the bedroom? Malik could not wait to further explore this. He placed both thumbs directly over the hard nubs and rotated.

Bakura bit his lip and breathed heavily through his nose.

"You do like them touched, don't you?"

Bakura shot a glare up at Malik, "Who doesn't you tosser?"

"Giving me attitude again...we'll have to fix that." Malik continued to run his hands down until he got to Bakura's thighs. He paused there and kneaded the flesh beneath his hands. "You're so pretty..." Instantly Bakura's glare softened, and he once more looked away. "I bet you get told that all the time, don't you?"

"Hmph."

"Well you have to..." Malik wrapped a hand around Bakura's erection and gently jerked it. "You've got those pretty pink nipples...a pretty pink cock...I bet your asshole is pink and pretty too..."

Bakura squeezed his eyes shut and bit down hard on his bottom lip. He fought to keep his body from shaking and forcing his hips up into Malik's hand. Not too many things affected him like this, but something about the way Malik was talking about his body was overwhelming him. Like Malik was jerking off a part of his brain.

"You're like a sweet little bunny...white and pink all over..." Malik stopped tugging on Bakura's appendage, so he could tug at his hips. "Hop onto your stomach for me bun-bun."

Bakura grumbled curses but did as he was told. Once settled on his stomach, he was surprised to find Malik sliding pillows under his hips and towards his face. "Get comfy, 'Kura. I like to savor my meals."

Bakura twisted his head around to see exactly what was happening and yes, this was happening. Malik was staring down at his ass.

"Look at your little cheeks." Malik slapped on side and giggled. "Your pancakes are so cute."

"Fuck you." Bakura buried his face in the pillow, utterly embarrassed by the comment.

Malik gathered a globe in each hand and lewdly spread Bakura's cheeks. "Hmmm, it is pink."

Bakura took in a shuddering breath. He could feel his body heating up.

"And it's winking at me." Malik licked his lips, imaging just how amazing it was going to feel around him. "Tell me 'Kura, does your asshole flirt with all the boys, or does it just really like me?"

Rather than respond, Bakura grabbed another pillow and placed it over his head. He'd rather smother himself to death than continue being teased. He could hear Malik laughing over him.

The blond moved the pillow and leaned down, nuzzling into Bakura's neck. "Don't hide from me now..." He dragged his hard appendage down the crack of Bakura's ass; the piercing snagged on the fluttering hole.

Bakura twitched like he'd been electrocuted and pushed his hips into Malik with a grunt.

"Are you hinting that you want my bionic dick?"

"You talk too fucking much." Bakura turned his head, so they were face-to-face. "Would finally eating your ass shut you up?"

"You'll have an opportunity to, just not right now." Malik pressed his lips to Bakura ear, "You're my guest, let me take care of you."

Bakura felt Malik's soft lips trailing down his shoulder, and across his back. When the blond's lips pressed firmly into his lower back, he tensed up, already knowing what was about to be said. He looked over his shoulder to find Malik staring down at his low back, grinning from ear-to-ear.

"You have back dimples?" Malik molded his hands to Bakura's hips and found his thumbs fit perfectly where those cut dips were. "Fuck 'Kura...you're so cute when you're naked. Never wear clothes."

Bakura once more face planted into the pillow, sick and tired of the blond's observations. He was putting together an extremely crass reply when he felt Malik's finger circle his hole, before placing just the tip in.

"You're sucking me in." Malik's tone dropped, watching the hungry opening try to devour his index finger. He pulled his finger back and hoisted Bakura's hips in the air. Again, Malik spread his cheeks and took a long, wet, sloppy lick from front to back.

"Ungh!" Bakura jerked against the bed and a glob of pre-come ooze out from his tip. Before he could gather himself, another lick happened, followed by small rapid flicks of the tongue right on his opening.

Malik made his tongue flat and heavy as he continuously dragged it across Bakura. "You taste so good 'Kura." He placed the tip of his tongue right at the opening and wiggled it around.

Bakura was shaking and sweating. Malik's tongue felt so thick and wet and perfect. He bit the pillow as he lifted his hips higher, wanting him to have all the access he needed. He wanted to be gobbled up until nothing was left.

"Do you like that?" Malik murmured when he came up for air. He was so into pleasuring Bakura, he forgot to breathe through his nose. "I want to hear you."

The hot puffs of air against his most sensitive area had Bakura fighting yet again not to make a peep. But all of that went out the window when a warm slick finger slid inside of him. This was accompanied by a tongue sliding against the seam of his sack. He couldn't take it anymore.

When Malik heard Bakura whine followed by a whispered 'fuck', his motivation to unravel Bakura tripled. He worked his first finger in deep, wiggling it as he pulled it in and out. When he slid the second one in and crooked his fingers to find that soft bump, Malik nearly came on the spot from Bakura's reaction.

"Ungh, yeah, spread me open," Bakura growled. He had both hands gripping the sheets and his toes were curling. "Make room for that fat cock."

Malik could not believe his ears. Bakura sounded so damn aggressive and hungry for it. He resisted the urge to immediately fuck Bakura, instead choosing to push them both even further. He removed his fingers temporarily. "You want this fat dick?" He applied more of the warming lube to his fingers and slid them back in, scissoring them.

"Fuck yeah," Bakura breathily said as he forced his hips back into those probing fingers. "Hurry up and fuck me!"

Malik pressed firmly into that magical bump and watched in satisfaction as Bakura buckled and growled. When Malik removed his fingers and saw the lube oozing from that pink pucker, he was satisfied with his job and ready to move on to the next step. He applied lube to his palm and coated his erection.

"On your knees."

For once, Bakura didn't argue with Malik and got himself up on his knees. Malik came behind him, pulling him firmly into his chest. He wrapped an arm around his midsection and Bakura could feel his erection prodding between his cheeks.

Malik turned Bakura's head and deeply kissed him, wiggling his tongue against the Brit's, while he painstakingly slipped his dick into that wet pink hole. Both groaned deeply from their chests, deepening the kiss. Bakura pushed his hips back to force more of Malik inside himself; he could feel himself stretch and fuck it felt amazing. The self-warming lube made it all feel scorching in the most delicious and addictive way.

When Malik's hips were flush with Bakura's, he rotated his them in a figure eight motion and Bakura shook violently in his arms.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck-HOLY FUCK! UNGH! FUCK!"

Bakura didn't care how loud he was being, he couldn't handle the feeling of Malik's hot thick erection stretching him while that thick loop of surgical steel dug into a spot inside him, he didn't even know about.

"How's that bionic dick?" Malik hotly asked as he pressed his face into Bakura's neck. Bakura was fluttering around him giving him all the answers he needed. Malik shifted his hip from a figure eight motion to a strong shallow thrust.

Bakura's whole body jerked, and he unintentionally put all his weight on Malik as his knees forcibly shook. "Ho-holy fuck – shit—" He was dripping sweat and they hadn't even really gotten into the thick of it.

Malik leaned back a little to accommodate for Bakura's weight and continued his shallow thrusting. He wouldn't be able to hold Bakura up the whole time but for now, this worked. The blond returned to grinding into Bakura in that figure eight motion, while his index and middle finger gently massaged his nipples.

Bakura helplessly fell forward on his hands at the added sensation. His head hung between his shoulders as he continued to shake and pant. It felt so fucking good.

Malik pulled out and once more went for the pillows. He placed them under Bakura's belly and adjusted Bakura's hips to sit high on his knees. Malik slowly slid back in and started thrusting in a regular pace. Malik slapped Bakura's ass, harshly grabbing one of the cheeks as he continued to thrust forward. The lewd wet noises from their friction made it that much better.

"You're sucking me in deeper..." Malik moaned out.

"Then go deeper!" Bakura growled back, forcing his hips powerfully back to meet Malik's strokes. "Really give it to me!"

"Shit 'Kura!" Malik manhandled Bakura's hips and forced the Brit onto his erection in a hurried sound of skin slapping skin. The bed was loudly creaking, but it could barely be made out over Bakura's uninhibited voice.

Bakura's cursing and growling were blurred together in an unintelligible huff of ravenous desire. "Ungh yeah, fuck me like you mean it! Fuck yeah – ungh – fuck me—" Bakura buried his fingers in the comforter and bunched it between his fingers. Not only was he being stretched to new levels but that damn steel loop assaulted his prostate upon exit and reentry of his hole.

"Is that how you like it?" Malik huffed between thrusts. "You like it rough?"

"F-fuck I do!"

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, then come so deep in your ass."

Something came over Bakura, "Do it daddy." Had Malik not been balls deep in Bakura, the Brit probably would have immediately left, never to be seen again. For the sake of relieving the immense pressure building in his sack, Bakura told himself Malik didn't hear him.

Oh, but Malik did hear him. "Daddy?" The blond's tone dropped and for a second, he sounded like Marik: foreboding and wicked.

Bakura felt Malik come to a complete stop. He didn't have the courage to even look back to see how the blond took being called such a thing. Bakura buried his face into the comforter and hoped Malik would just finish...or permanently finish him. No way Bakura was every going to live this down with Malik.

"Why did you stop?" Bakura mumbled against the blanket. He felt Malik wetly slip out of him with an obscene pop. "What are you—" The words died on Bakura's tongue when we felt Malik lay himself completely on top of Bakura. Using his knees, the blond spread Bakura's legs further.

"Daddy...hmmm?" Malik rumbled in Bakura's ear. He lifted his hips and because he was so hard and Bakura was so wet, he easily slipped his erection back into that winking hole. "You want daddy to really take care of you, don't you baby?"

That figure eight hip motion was back combined with Malik completely enveloping his body left Bakura a complete mess. The blond was even deeper in him than before and his hot puffs of air against his ear made it impossible to reply. Bakura bit his lip and nodded.

Malik didn't know what came over him but hearing Bakura, of all people, call him baby unleashed a dark desire inside. "Does my baby bun-bun like that?" Malik slowly lifted his hips and slammed them down into Bakura's bottom.

Bakura keened, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Y-yes!"

Malik wrapped an arm around Bakura's neck, holding him in a firm headlock, and buried his face in the side of Bakura's flushed cheek. "Yes what?"

"Yes...daddy..." Bakura bit his lip and squeezed his eyes tightly shut, utterly turned on by Malik feeding into this.

"Daddy wants to hear his baby." Malik changed his strokes to well-paced short thrusts, so that he could grind into Bakura's prostate while still stroking his walls.

Bakura whimpered in utter pleasured and shoved some of the comforter in his mouth to muffle the high-pitched needy cries.

Malik hung his mouth open, loudly and hotly moaning directly into Bakura's ear. "Daddy's baby feels so good." He punctuated this with three firm and fasts thrusts in succession before continuing. "Does daddy's dick feel good?"

Bakura lasciviously panted out, "So fucking good daddy. S-so big."

"Daddy big dick is going to come in his baby's tight hole, isn't he?"

Bakura anxiously started lifting his bottom while humping the pillows underneath him. "Fill my arsehole with your come daddy – breed your baby." The pillows weren't enough, so Bakura deliriously reached down to jerk himself. The moment he touched his erection he shouted. He was already so close. "I-I'm coming!"

Malik thrusted his hips faster, the baby back to dangerously creaking. "Come for me baby."

Bakura face-planted and screamed into the bedspread as he shot his come all over the blanket and his belly. He immediately let go of his still oozing erection and grabbed Malik's hands, threading their fingers together as he continued to shake and rattle through his release.

Malik's toes curled when things became impossibly tight around his appendage, and his heart swelled at Bakura's need to hold his hands while coming. That was enough to have the blond crying out as he shot his seed hot and deep into Bakura's ass. Malik gave a few short humps wanting it to get as deep inside Bakura as possible.

Bakura moaned loudly at the sensation and squeezed Malik's hands tighter. "Yes-yes-yes-yes," he hissed.

Malik went to pull out when Bakura locked a leg around Malik's leg. "Wha-what are you doing?" Malik panted, still trying to catch his breath.

"...Stay inside of me..." Bakura mumbled; face still pressed into the bedspread.

Malik could see a blush creeping up Bakura's neck and he knew it wasn't because of their activities. He adjusted his position, so he stayed inside of Bakura as requested, but didn't crush him. He squeezed Bakura's hands. "Bun-bun?"

Bakura grunted.

Malik pressed a sweaty kiss to Bakura's neck. "You know you're fucked, right?"

Oh, how Bakura knew (both literally and figuratively), but now was not the time to admit to anything. "Whatever."


PLEASE READ:

I hope everyone enjoyed this bonus chapter! You all seemed to enjoy their interactions throughout the story so I decided it would be fun to have a smutty bonus chapter of their first time.

Thank you again to everyone who has read the story, still is reading the story, and will one day read this story. It has been an absolute pleasure to write this and an honor to have so many people be entertained by it.

I will be taking a hiatus to work on some one-shots and start mapping out the sequel. Hope to see you all soon! (Waves)

Later!