A/N: Okay guys, this is one of my favorites (aside from the Ryuji date)! I hope ya'll are ready for some Steamy McSteamy action! xD And just in time for my birthday! I wanted to wait to upload some Thieffy-pie action so that hopefully I won't receive any unhappy reviews on my birthday...not that I really get any of those, you're all so wonderful, just the fact that you're reading this is the greatest gift I could ask for! ;D
Disclaimer: It's my birthday, can't I have it as a gift? No? Okay, not mine!
I remember how badly the first semester of junior year sucked.
People were finally old enough to throw parties and drive places on their own, but I was forced to come home right away every day after school.
I wasn't supposed to get rides from anyone and I wasn't even allowed to get my own license.
Ishizu had become super controlling, terrified of all the 'bad influences' around me. The only people she trusted me to go out with were Anzu and Yuugi.
While I liked to hang out with them and they were nice, they weren't exactly my type of people. Too…goodie-two-shoes.
Anzu was always talking about her awesome older boyfriend, Yami (who I wasn't very fond of talking about no matter how much she defended him) and that only made me bitterer that I couldn't spend any out of school time with Bakura.
True to his word, he'd allowed me into his lunch group now that I shared the junior-senior lunch period, but that only went so far. Most of their hanging-out happened after school.
I missed so much that most of their conversations didn't even make sense to me. I felt like that loser younger kid that they let hang around with them because they felt bad.
For the first time since the debacle involving Bakura occurred, Ishizu had let me go out to a party. Since Anzu had invited me, she figured it would be okay.
Clearly, she didn't know about Anzu's older boyfriend.
This was a real party with thumping music, flashing lights, a mess of sticky, dancing bodies all over the dance floor. Ishizu would probably faint if she could see this.
On the other hand, I hadn't really done anything other than grab a beer. Drinking alone really was a sour sport, though.
Anzu was, of course, on the dance floor with Yami, and even little Yuugi had found people to sway side to side with.
I spotted Jounouchi yelling at Honda and a red haired girl, his sister Shizuka I think, probably being his usual overprotective self.
The thought made me angry, and prompted me to head out alone.
I knew how to dance; I could make something of this party for myself and Ishizu wasn't here to stop me.
As I started to twist and move about, I quickly attracted attention. Before long, personal space was a thing of the past. My breath came hot and fast as people stopped being people and instead became one large grinding mass.
My back began to burn with sweat and maybe a little guilt, but I banished the feeling. Bodies, everywhere. Females only. Not that attractive. Just focus on the feeling. Force yourself. Feel the arousal. Where was it? Come on, they love you. Enjoy it. Why was that so hard to do?
Grabbing hands wanted me everywhere all at once, but I felt nothing.
Suddenly, some of the bumbling, fondling bodies disappeared, being replaced with a body that matched my every move, holding my body tight against theirs from behind.
From the, ah, attachments, it was pretty clear that it was a male.
I ground harder with my hips and the mysterious male responded with a sultry chuckle. It was impossible to mistake that chuckle.
I tried to turn around, but Bakura was having none of that. He kept me facing firmly forward, apparently enjoying our rather sexual dance.
Somehow, grinding on a stranger was a lot less embarrassing than doing it when I knew it was Bakura behind me. Even worse was that he was, of course, very good at it.
"Bakura."
"Hello there, Marik. Funny meeting you here. I thought your sister never let you out of the house."
"I told her it was a tea party."
His seductive voice and laughter at my wit sent shivers all up and down my body. The tempo increased courtesy of him, and more blood rushed to a rather uncomfortable place.
Ra, was there nothing this guy was bad at? I needed a distraction from my little problem.
"We have to stop meeting like this."
"Would you rather set a time and date?"
"…Ishizu says I'm not supposed to be around bad influences like you."
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her. And isn't it more exciting this way?"
I realized that the increased tempo in our dance was moving us closer to the edge of the room where the shadows were thick. People only came here to…well…get some limited privacy.
Immediately, any thoughts of distractions flew out of my head as I began to imagine what exactly we were doing here. It probably wasn't a coincidence, at the very least.
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"That depends on what you think I'm suggesting."
He spun me around and pushed me up against the wall. He had a thing for that. Must be a dominance quirk. I couldn't say I minded at all, though my problem was only getting worse.
He pressed closer, rolling his hips against mine in a mock dance for a delicious second, earning a gasp from me at his audacity.
This was not the Bakura I saw in school. That Bakura was aloof, maybe sometimes subtly flirtatious, but mostly removed from everyone else.
This Bakura was not subtle at all. His breath was hot on my face, way too close for comfort, and yet not close enough.
"You're a pretty good dancer, Marik."
"I guess you're not so bad yourself."
And then kissing. Lots of kissing. Really, really great kissing. Kissing that would make any of my other friends blush if they were to come by and see us.
Speaking of people coming by…
"Oi, Bakura! I see you found our young friend. And here I was thinking I'd staked my claim."
Ryuji. Of course, it would be Ryuji.
Bakura ripped away from our heated exchange with something of a snarl. It was almost animalistic and kind of hot. Everything seemed pretty hot right now.
"Fuck off, Ryuji. Tonight it's my turn. Doesn't look like he wants you to me."
He was right; my wandering hands that had found his perfect ass said exactly what I wanted to be doing right now.
"Eh, that's fine, there're plenty of people left for me. Just don't embarrass him too much. Take him back to your apartment or something. I think Ryou's with Mariku tonight, anyways."
"…If I take him back to my apartment, I might not give him back at all."
Ryuji laughed and winked at us both before sauntering away. He was right of course, he could take home pretty much any guy or girl he wanted.
But I was also starting to think he was extra right.
We should get out of here.
The idea of more than a make-out was sounding like a great idea, especially to my uncomfortably tight pants.
"Who says I mind if you don't give me back?"
"…Maybe we should just start with my car. It's closer anyways."
"Sounds good to me."
For the second time I made it out to a car with another guy with bad intentions, but this time I was sober and much more intent on what I was doing.
I was so ready to entertain any and all of Bakura's bad intentions for me.
An amusing thought occurred to me as he threw me into his back seat, climbing in on top of me.
"Now doesn't this seem familiar? I seem to recall you stopping me from doing this very same thing with Ryuji not too terribly long ago."
"Did it ever occur to you that that's because it was with Ryuji?"
Obviously not interested in talking, he shut me up with another passionate kiss, straddling my hips. While it felt incredible, I couldn't help commenting on what he said.
"Hah. Jealous much?"
Pausing in his work on my belt he glared down at me, pupils blown wide in the overhead light of his car.
Oh Ra, oh Ra, I was about to get laid by the sexiest boy…man I'd ever met.
And we'd never even been on a date.
And I didn't even care, because damn, when his shirt hung open like that, there was just so much to see.
"Don't go getting a big head. I know a hot mess when I see one. Pairing two together while they're drunk is a recipe for disaster."
My belt was off, and he was dragging the leather pants off my body, looking so lustful that it was getting hard to concentrate on our conversation.
He leaned in for a moment, kissing me again greedily and slipping a hand dangerously close to the edge of my boxers.
Instead, he grabbed the hem of my shirt, obviously intending to lift it, and I panicked a little, fighting against the action.
My back itched uncomfortably.
He looked a bit curious, but instead went for my neck, leaving a hot trail of arousing kisses in his wake.
Feeling the needed to defend myself, I said:
"Well…it doesn't matter about Ryuji. I didn't want my first time to be with him anyways."
Suddenly, the kisses stopped. Bakura pulled back and I glared up at him, feeling cheated.
What was the big deal?
I got a bit more concerned when I saw his expression. It looked like I'd just slapped him.
In retrospect, I guess I sort of accidentally had with that information.
"Well…fuck."
"That's the idea."
My needy hands tugged at his belt pointedly. He stilled them firmly with his own.
"No. We can't."
"What? Why the hell not? You were more than ready to jump me ten seconds ago!"
"Your first time can't be a quickie in the back of some guy's car."
"What, so now you grow some honor? Besides, you're not some guy, I know you. And what do you care about my 'first time' anyways?"
"Family rule."
"I am fucking sick of your family rules."
"Get up. I'm driving you home."
And that was when I knew Bakura was not only the biggest tease in the history of horny teenaged boys, but I also knew that, unfortunately, there is honor among thieves.
A/N: Woot! Got some action in there FINALLY! Even if it got interrupted...it's something right? And there are those strange family rules again...I get the feeling Marik's getting pretty sick of those ;) Any guesses as to where I'm going with those? Well even if you don't, I'm excited to hear from you all! This story is getting so close to 100 reviews and I just...*wipes tear* you make me so happy with your kindness! I love you all! :)
P.S. I have a mini-canon for this story for those of you who wanted Ryuji to end up happy. I mentioned Shizuka there because as we all know, Ryuji canonically fights Honda for her affection in the show. I like to imagine (even though there wasn't room for it in the story) that he either ran into her at this party or soon thereafter and thus started a downward spiral into the depths of fluffy lovey-dovey-ness and desire for a true relationship :) That's not to say he was cured of his fears or habits over night but...perhaps Shizuka could teach him not to fear love once again!