Ch.7
School was out for a winter break, and Bakura found himself stuck in the house alone. Yuugi had taken Yami to an appointment, and Ryou was out grocery shopping.
He sighed and retreated to his and Yami's room after a shower. Once there, he flopped down on the top bunk naked and muttered a song to himself. As he lay there, his thoughts turned to Yami. So, he pulled out his diary and reclined on his pillow.
So… I found out why Yami used to be such an ass until now. He was raped and tortured as a child. And I guess it fucked him up mentally. He was crying so hard, he was puking. But now, since he told me, and since I helped him recover from the spell, he's been semi-normal towards me.
And let me describe him to you… He's five foot four or so, and his hair is so odd. It's shaped like a star, and three colors, like Yuugi's, but with red instead of violet.
I saw him changing in the locker room, and he has a nice body. Except for the scars all over. But I love the way his muscles ripple as he pulls his shirt over his head. He's no body builder steroid lover, but he is very nicely toned. His complexion is dark tan, and so smooth looking that I feel like touching it nearly everytime I see his face.
His legs are lean and lithe, but beautiful in motion or standing, it doesn't matter which pose. And he's got these slight hips that remind me of a fox's build. So slender, yet strong.
And his face, it's kind of angular, with high cheekbones, and beautiful eyes that are the color of roses. And his lips are full and sensuous. Beauty has no bounds where Yami is concerned. But I have yet to find out his preference.
Bakura shivered as he dreamt Yami up. He nibbled his lower lip and gasped slightly as his erection jumped in response. He groaned at the sensation as his hand, unbidden, slid down his flat abdomen and to his rock hard organ.
"Oh god." He whispered as he imagined Yami there, lapping gently at his lips with his small, pointed tongue. In his imagination, it wasn't his hand that began to move slowly along his length. He moaned loudly, his throat drying up as he tickled the head, which already had a small bead of moisture on its tip.
His hips rocked slightly, and he gave a small cry as his nails scraped along his shaft. He rasped out Yami's name over and over as his hand pumped ever faster. With a gasp of erotic pleasure, he bit his lip until it bled and the crimson liquid spilled in a thin line down his chin. The color of it made him think of a certain male's eyes looking up at him, and with a final yelp he came. Hard and fast, and it was over. He shut his eyes tight and watched the rainbows dance inside his head.
Five minutes later and he was exhausted. He was still gasping for air. That was the first time he'd played with himself in forever. And it felt exhilarating. He sighed and got off the bed, hunted for clothes, and upon finding them, dressed, tore his sheets from the bed, and took them to wash them.
Once he had started the washing machine, he heard the key in the lock. He cleared his throat and looked down at his long-sleeved white shirt and taut black pants, making sure they were at least presentable. And so, he sat down on the couch and waited for the door to open.
But, when the other person opened the door, it wasn't Ryou. It was Yami, and he was alone. He didn't look at Bakura yet. Just spoke, "Yuugi went to shop with Ryou, so he dropped me off here."
Bakura nodded, "Ok." And he pressed, "Uh, you ok?" Yami finally looked at him, "I guess… Hey, what's on your lip?"
Bakura felt the blood rush from his face, "Uh, I fell, in the shower, and I guess it bled some more…"
He prayed Yami would believe him, and it worked, "Oh, ouch, are you alright?" Bakura laughed, "I'm good."
Yami said, "Wait here." And walked gracefully into the kitchen, where he wetted a paper towel, and turned to walk back into the room, only to start when he found Bakura behind him.
Bakura's eyes gentled when he flinched, "Sorry, Yami." "It's alright. Here" He reached up and put his hand on Bakura's chin, "Lean down."
Bakura looked into the smaller young man's eyes, and obeyed, watching Yami's eyes bore into his. Yami, so gently Bakura hardly felt it, began wiping the blood away, his eyes never leaving Bakura's.
As Bakura leaned in closer, the doorbell rang. Yami flinched and pulled away from Bakura, who inwardly cursed whoever happened to be on the other side of that door.
He walked to the door, not knowing that Yami was behind him until he passed the foyer's mirror. He snuck a quick glance in the reflection, liking what he saw in Yami's reflected self.
Malik and Marik were on the door's other side when he opened it. They grinned and said in perfect chorus, "Hi, Bakura."
Bakura smirked, "Hello, my Egyptian love slaves." He laughed at their irate expressions, "Just kidding, guys."
"So," Malik began, "Where's your roommate, Bakura?" Bakura glared at the innuendo in his words; "He's right here."
He stepped aside so Yami could move forward, "See?" "Yami!" Marik cackled, "How nice to see your beauty again, don't you agree, Malik?"
Malik nodded. Then, the two Egyptian lovers stepped in, pushing past Bakura, who protested, "Hey. This isn't your house, you know."
Malik smirked, "It might as well be, we've been over here so much." Malik giggled, "Yes, Bakura, you know we love you, right? Plus, we brought gifts for you and Yami."
Bakura admitted defeat and allowed them into the foyer and then the living room. They grinned at him, and each gently clapped Yami on the back. The pair sat on the couch as Yami plopped into the recliner, and Bakura grabbed the loveseat.
Marik and Malik pulled out two packages and thrust the larger one into Yami's hands. The smaller box went to Bakura. Yami sighed, "I didn't get you two anything, sorry." Malik shrugged and Malik grinned, "No problem."
"Open yours first Bakura." Malik requested. Marik nodded in encouragement. Bakura looked suspiciously back at them, but began slicing the tape holding the box closed with the house key from the coffee table.
As he opened the first box, he pulled the tissue paper from inside, only to find a smaller box. He opened it and then the next one. He didn't realize what the two things inside the third box were until he had already removed them for everyone to see. A candy g-string and a vibrator. He blushed as Marik, Malik and Yami all snorted loudly. He glared at the three and snapped playfully, "I know you guys, you got these as a gag. Now where's the real one?"
Malik and Marik stopped guffawing and pulled a movie from the bag, "Black Sheep." Bakura chuckled, "Thank you. I'm still mad at you two, though"
Yami smiled shyly as everyone turned to urge him to open his gift. He slowly used his fingernails to peel the tape off. And he opened the box slowly, drawing out the suspense. As he pulled out a necklace, he smiled and said, "It's an ivory carving of Hathor!" He got up and stooped to embrace the married couple, "Thank you so much, she's beautiful." Malik and Marik smiled and chimed, "Your welcome."
Yami turned to Bakura and smiled, "Would you mind clasping it?" Bakura looked up in surprise, "Uh… Sure." Yami beamed and sat on his knees with his back to the albino. Bakura took the charm and unclasped the catch. Then, he looped it over Yami's throat, gently brushing Yami's skin with his fingers.
He fought to keep control of himself. And as he clasped the necklace, he cleared his throat, "There."
Malik and Marik exchanged a knowing glance as Yami returned to the recliner, "Well, we've got to go, or Isis will have a fit."
Bakura ushered the pair out, leaving Yami in the living room. As the two stepped outside, he grinned, "Thank you two." The nearly identical faces smiled geuinely, "It was nothing." And then they departed.