A/N: it feels kinda weird writing porn with my parents sitting feet away from me.
Amazing how oblivious they are.

Chapter Seven

Bakura walked silently through the dark streets. It was so early in the morning that the sun hadn't even risen yet. Too early, in the tomb robber's opinion, to be doing anything other than sleeping or having sex, the latter of which had been interrupted by Yami's arrival, and the first—wishful thinking.

He hummed to himself one of Ryou's songs that he played so much. Something about 'sweet escapes'. What did that kid see in trashy pop princess music? Well, thought Bakura, he is nearly a girl after all, and that is the kind of stuff girls do. Not that he knew many of them. The only girls he was acquainted with were Tea, Ishizu, and that Mai chick, none of whom did anything but annoy him and hit on his friends who were blatantly gay. What was it with girls and gay boys anyway? You'd think that they would hate them, seeing as they'd never dream of having sex with a chick. Not only did women annoy Bakura, but they also grossed him out somewhat. If there was one thing in the world he was least interested in, it was cleavage, yet all girls seemed to do was shove it in his face. Did they think that would make him any less gay?

He was jerked out of his reverie by a tap on is shoulder. He glanced up, slightly startled.

"Hey mister," a pink haired girl sad, "You look like you could use some excitement."

He looked at her blankly.

She put her hand on his shoulder and brought her scantily clad leg up to touch his. Leaning her head close to his face she whispered "come with me."

He pushed her away.

"I'm gay." He said.

The girl chuckled.

"I know. I'm a guy."

Bakura raised his eyebrows.

"Don't you have anything better to do than… you know, be a whore?" Bakura wondered.

"I'm not a whore," the boy/girl said, offended. "I'm an escort."

"Ah, of course. Well then please escort yourself elsewhere. I have a fuck-toy at home."

The boy turned with a huff.

"Suit yourself. But you're missing out." He turned back to face Bakura again, wiggling his slender hips.

Against his will, Bakura felt himself getting hard. The boy was attractive, and he hadn't gotten to screw Ryou this morning because of Yami… which also eliminated the excuse of being obligated to help the pharaoh…

"Oh what the hell," Bakura said, following the boy, who smirked, knowing that Bakura was going to give in all along. The boy was wearing a pink hoodie with rainbow hearts over a tank top and short shorts, with argyle knee socks and high heeled mary-janes. He really did look like a girl, with his legs shaved and his hair long. He even had curves, which were accentuated nicely by his clothing.

"How old are you anyway?" Bakura asked the kid.

"Almost sixteen, you?"

"…Seventeen," Bakura said, trying to remember Ryou's age.

"Right," the boy said sarcastically. "It doesn't really matter about me being a minor though. As long as I get paid, I keep my mouth shut."

The entered a dark stone building. Inside there were three other… people around the boy's age. Their genders were unidentifiable. Rows of doors lined the walls with little signs on the doorknobs like those you would see in hotels that said 'occupied'. The boy lead Bakura to the far end of the hallway. He opened a door and then placed a sign on it, winking at Bakura.

"What's your name?" Bakura asked.

"Davey." The boy didn't ask his, and he didn't offer it.

Davey put his hands on Bakura's hips, pulling their crotches together.

"Top or bottom?" Davey asked.

"Top," Bakura replied. Davey slipped off the hoodie and let it fall to the floor. Then he reached over and pulled off Bakura's black tee-shirt. His hands trailed down the tomb robber's back and rested on his ass. "How do you want me?" Davey asked.

Bakura's eyes widened with pleasure as Davey's length rubbed against his own. "Like an animal," Bakura hissed. "I want you on your knees begging for more."

Davey smirked, "I figured you to be that type."

He began trailing his lips down Bakura's chest, gripping his butt the whole time. Bakura arched his back involuntarily as Davey sucked gently on his nipples.

How the hell did a fifteen year old get this good a seduction.

Davey swirled his tongue down Bakura's stomach and into his navel. Akura thrust forward, nearly smashing into Davey's chin. The pink haired boy began undoing Bakura's pants with his teeth, a feat Bakura had never mastered, as he was normally in such a hurry to get into Ryou's pants.

And then Bakura's cell phone rang. He turned it off without even looking at who it was. He felt his pants slide to the floor, followed by his boxers. Davey's mouth traveled aroung the base of his member, his soft lips barely touching the pale skin. Bakura grabbed the back of Davey's head, crushing it closer to his body. "Take me… now," he grunted. Davey's hands gripped his tense ass again as he ran his tongue up the underside of Bakura's arousal. Bakura leaned against the wall allowing Davey to put his palms on his hips to keep him from bucking forward and choking the boy. Davey's mouth covered the tip of Bakura's member as he alternated between swirling his tongue around it and blowing. Bakura moaned with pleasure, his eyes closed. Davey's head bobbed up and down as he worked to make Bakura cum. At last he did, spraying the milky liquid into Davey's mouth and onto his face. Bakura roughly pulled Davey upright, diving in and sucking the sweetness off his face. He jerked off the boy's shorts and lifted him into his arms so that Davey's crotch was level with his own and his legs wrapped around his waist. He turned so Davey was up against the wall and sucked roughly at his neck. Davey stroked Bakura's member to harden it again, and then wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck so he wouldn't slip. Bakura slipped a finger into Davey and then without further preparation, replaced it with his cock. Davey hissed with pain d Bakura smirked. "Tell me if it's too rough," he mumbled to Davey.

"Never," Davey replied.

Bakura thrust harder. He hadn't had sex like this since he'd raped Joey, and it felt damn good. Ryou was nice and all, but he definitely couldn't satisfy Bakura's sexual desires. He slammed into Davey's prostate, enjoying the other boy's pain, although Davey was doing a good job of concealing it.

It was almost a battle between who could hold back their release the longest. Davey knew that it would look bad if he came first, but it would also anger Bakura if he didn't. Bakura wanted him to be weak, so he held it in for a few more thrusts and then gasped his climax into Bakura's neck. He sprayed his cum onto Bakura's stomach and seconds later felt Bakura release deep inside him. Bakura sank back on the bed, and Davey knelt before him, preparing himself for another round. Bakura sat up, his hands cupping Davey's face.

"I want you to top me." He whispered. Davey nodded.

"As roughly as you can," the white haired boy added.

Davey couldn't help but smirk. Although he appeared to be a meek uke, in reality when he was with his boyfriend, he was always the seme. The man before him had obviously never been topped before. Davey ran his hand along his own cock to harden it, and then grabbed Bakura's legs and wrapped them around his waist. He leaned forward, placing his palms on Bakura's shoulders.

Minutes later, as Bakura was not used to experiencing sex this way, the tomb robber was raking is nails down Davey's back and muffling his screams by biting into the boy's shoulder. Then, unable to hold it anymore, he arched back and spilled his seed into Davey, screaming out loud as he did. Then he collapsed back against the pillows, breathing heavily. "Daaaamn…" he whispered.

A/N: I have no honest idea where that came from. My friend Em told me about this interview with Davey Havok where he was wearing a pink hearted sweatshirt and nailpolish and looked like a girl and it all kind of snowballed from there. I hope you didn't hate it too much. I was feeling really perverted so it ended up much longer than I'd originally planned. Elena says this scene makes her sad. And now back to the actual plot (I know… you're all like 'what plot??')