And here it is! See, told you I wouldn't make you wait long ;3 Not gonna say much
WARNING: There is yaoi in this chapter. Like, kissing and all that. x: If that offends you, don't read. Thanks
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Bakura had never been to heaven – sure, he had considered visiting it before, but he personally preferred hell to heaven. From what he heard, heaven was all goody-goody's with happy feelings and love and fluff and disgustingly vomit inducing joy.
But, if he ever did go to heaven, he imagined it would feel a lot like this; and if it had a taste, that would probably be there to.
Eyes closed the moon pressed his lips firmer against the unmoving ones above him; the only response he had received for his actions thus far was a startled sort of grunt when he first initiated the kiss, but he had yet to be shoved away or lit on fire, so he took it as a good sign.
His next move took a bit of effort; he had to carefully adjust of his weight, so as not to either jar the sun and cause him to regain his senses, or lose his own balance and ruin the whole moment. Finally he managed to balance himself on one hand, the other then free to reach up and entangle itself in blond hair.
Shivering in delight that he was being allowed to do this Bakura tightened his hold on the surprisingly soft strands, pulling Marik's head down so he could press their lips firmer together, earning another surprised sound but still no actual resistance.
Carefully he shifted further, cautiously flicking the tip of his tongue against the mouth pressed to his own. Feeling the sun stiffen beneath his touch he quickly retracted the muscle for the moment, instead caressing the other's lips with his, hand beginning a soothing combing action through the blond hair. When the other remained relatively tense he slid the hand down carefully, fingertips grazing over the back of a bare neck.
This action was rewarded with an uncontrolled shudder and Bakura grinned victoriously as best he could with a mouth against his own - jackpot. He repeated the touch with a bit more force, this time earning another shiver and a very faint but definitely existent whimper. The sun had whimpered!
Obviously, he had found a weak spot; and Bakura had always been one to exploit such a thing. Confidence now successfully boosted by the discovery of such a sensitive part the moon pressed down harder on the soft skin between shoulder and skull, rotating his fingers in a slow circle; despite his best attempts the blue haired was unable to restrain the muffled groan that bubbled out in response to the keen the sun released against his lips.
Shit, this was going a lot better then he had imagined. Original plan had been to kiss Marik, stun him into motionlessness, then get the fuck out of there and camp out until his intrusion had been forgotten. The blond whimpering and shuddering beneath his touch had not been part of the equation, and yet he really couldn't find any reason to complain. Crooning low in his throat the moon continued the circling pressure of his fingers, satisfied that he had turned the sun's mind into a puddle of goo, and dared to repeat the earlier motion of his tongue against closed barriers.
This time the lips fell apart instantly and Bakura wasted no time delving into the warm cavern, hissing hungrily at the unfamiliar but definitely addictive taste that instantly assaulted his senses. Taking his time he explored every inch of the new territory, testing teeth and gums alike, taking special note when certain spots earned him delicious little whimpers from the completely helpless blond leaning over him.
One spot in particular - right beneath Marik's tongue - resulted in a violent shudder and another one of those hot keen's, and as before Bakura devoted his time to attacking that spot until the sun was practically sobbing, and only then did he finally pull back from the kiss; it looked like Marik's arms were going to give out at any moment, which probably wasn't a good way to go about things. However he didn't stop the movement of his fingers, since that action alone seemed enough to keep the blond in the safe state of 'completely and utterly out of it'.
Adjusting his weight as best he could given the current position to try and ease the ache in his arm Bakura allowed himself a moment to memorize the expression on the sun's face; it was one he doubted he was going to see often, especially after Marik regained his senses, so he wanted to take it all in now so he could think back on it later.
To say the least, he was utterly gorgeous. When the kiss had been broken the sun had allowed his neck to arch backwards, blond hair swaying slightly in the breeze, mouth bruised and parted to release low, addictive little moans and mewls. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were half open, deep purple glazed over with pleasure, shoulders arched like a cats to press himself closer to the fingers rubbing against him.
So lost in his examinations as he was, the moon failed to notice that he had faltered in the attention of his fingers, also missing the fact purple eyes were slowly starting to refocused. However, it was rather hard for him to miss when the tilted head slowly lowered to look at him, greyed lilac narrowing as the sun's mind started to clear, and kiss-bruised lips began to pull back into a fanged snarl.
In that instant, once again all mental vocabulary was replaced by some very inappropriate obscenities. The next moment the world was a flurry of panic when, for the second time in the past two days, Bakura's loud shriek erupted through the air as a suddenly very focused, very infuriated Marik reminded the moon exactly why people didn't touch him.
"For the love of us!" Someone roared, a foot flying out of no where to deliver a sharp kick to Marik's head, successfully dazing the blond, giving the now battered Bakura time to scramble away from both the sun and the now very pissed off looking Dusk looming over the both of them.
Yami snarled, fisting his hands on his hips, glowering down at the flustered moon and the hissing sun. "Can't I leave you two alone for longer then half an hour!? What is with you lately!? Can't you just go back to ignoring each other!?" He barked, red eyes glaring from bluenette to blond in turn, anger slowly faltering as some very key details began to seep into his mind. One eyebrow arched upwards when the dusk took in the ruffled appearance of the other two entities; both of their bruised lips, the red mark forming on the back of the Sun's neck, the still slightly glazed look in both their eyes...
"...What..? Y'know, never mind. I don't want to know." Pressing his fingers against his forehead Yami released a long, drawn out sigh of aggravation as he tried to not think about what they had been up to in his absence.
Bakura scowled at the both of them, feeling more then a little angry with himself for slipping like that. Letting ones mind wander in the sun's presence was a really fucking stupid idea, and yet he'd gone and done it anyway's! If he had stayed focused...well, then, Yami probably would have walked in on them still making out, and somehow he didn't think that would be any better. Still; it had been fun while it lasted, anyway's.
Glancing at the still hissing blond, Bakura swallowed thickly when his gaze was rewarded with a vicious, bloodthirsty glower and decided it would be a good idea to spend some quality time with the dusk until Marik had calmed down. Because that look did not promise anything even mildly pleasant; of course, that didn't stop him from tilting his head to the side ever so slightly, smiling cheekily, and batting his eyelashes at the infuriated blond.
Luckily Yami had really quick reflexes, managing to grab Marik by the back of his shirt mid-pounce, calmly ignoring the violent snarls and enraged roars the blond made as he thrashed in his grasp, clawing frantically at the now very smug moon sitting a little ways away.
However, smugness quickly gave way to unease as the dusk gave the moon a rather filthy look, loosening his grip ever so slightly on Marik.
Recognizing the threat for what it was, Bakura quickly scrambled to his feet and hightailed it out of there before Yami decided to just let the two of them work it out. Slowly the sound of the sun's snarls faded into the distance and the blue haired male slowed his pace to a sort of sulking stalk.
Back to square one. Damn it. After this, he doubted Marik would let him get within 20 feet of him, forget touching him. Scowling at the ground Bakura kicked a rock harshly, watching with spiteful amusement as the thing went soaring through the air, smashing into a tree enough to splinter the word. After a moment of examining his handy work he finally turned his gaze upwards, watching dully as pale streaks of pink and green began to dance across the sky.
Dawn's turn. Good; he really needed a rest. Deciding that Malik and Ryou could amuse themselves for the rest of the day - they'd be out of work soon, but he wasn't in the mood to talk with anyone - the moon stormed off to find a good cave to hide in.
I just love making Baku's life difficult x:
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