And now, what you've all been waiting for...The next chapter! Yaaay! We get more Psychoshipping tastiness ;d Mmm...Tastes like eyeball.
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Uhm yes anyway! Not going to hold you up! Everyone, please enjoy!
This chapter is dedicated YamiMisao, Freai and QuitexSoul - of course I appreciate all my fans, but these three are my most active reviewers. Love you all!
Disclaimer: If I owned Yugioh, the first person to mention the idea of a sequel - *coughGXcough* - would be castrated....and burned.
For the first time in his entire existence, he felt warm - everywhere. There was literally not a single part of his body that wasn't tingling from sheer, mind-numbing joy; it was taking all his self restraint not to squeal like a girl, or simply pass out from the utter relief pulsing through his body.
And them above, it had just been a fucking kiss! If that simple enough contact was enough to send him to cloud nine, he couldn't even begin to imagine what it would feel like if they actually...well...That would come later. Right now he really, really needed to focus on the current situation at hand.
"Marik.." Came the raspy almost moan as the pale skinned entity buried his face in tanned flesh, inhaling the spicy aroma that was all the more overpowering now that he was free to suffocate in it. Certainly some part of him was wondering exactly what massive crater had been leapt for the current situation to be where it was, but quite honestly he was so fucking happy to give a shit.
In response to his murmur the arms around his waist tightened and despite himself he winced - the current situation was making it annoyingly difficult to reach that tempting throat; after all, his back was still pressed to the other's chest, so he was really straining his neck to reach his goal. "Ow. Okay. Nn...As much as I do not want you to let me go, maybe could you perhaps let me turn around? Before I pull a muscle? Or several?"
An amused sound rumbled through the body behind him but the grip on his body was obediently, allowing the moon to turn and come face to face with the man of his dreams. No, he did not care how fucking sappy that sounded; as a matter of fact, there was only one thing he cared about, and that was taking everything the current moment had to offer.
"Mmm...fuck, you're beautiful." Bakura rasped, hands reaching up to finally tangle themselves in blond hair, gazing deeply into soft purple eyes. Some part of him was still worrying itself over wondering if this was all some sort of wonderful dream, another part was snapping at him to come back to reality and ask what the fuck was going on; both parts were overall run down by the ecstasy currently numbing his brain.
Pearly white fangs were bared at him, only this time he was relieved to find them revealed in a much less threatening grin, empty of the hostility he was used to being shown. "Me, beautiful? Are you sure we're not talking about you?" The sun purred in a low teasing croon.
Snorting loudly the albino shook his head, raising one pale eyebrow. "Please, I-" Something clicked, and red hued brown widened in shock, displaying the utter bewilderment now rippling through his body. "Y..y..y.."
Now slightly concerned Marik's grin faded into a frown, scrutinizing the suddenly stricken face inches from his own. "Bakura? Are you alright..?"
"You spoke!" Came the loud, almost hysterical shriek, successfully causing all the other four - yes, the Dusk and two Stars were still there, situated in the 'safety zone', watching the scene with equal looks of passive curiosity - present, as well as the sun, to flinch in mild pain.
Tilting his head and blinking slowly at the more then a little overreacting moon the tanned male nodded. "I am capable of speech you know. "Does that...upset you?" Really, the blond could not figure out why the simple fact that he spoke could throw the other through such a loop.
Pulled back into focus by the question the albino looked at the other with an unreadable expression, only for a grin to slowly spread across his face as his mind began to catch up the rest of his body. "Fuck no!" He exclaimed abruptly, swooping in to nuzzle a tanned throat enthusiastically, practically purring with satisfaction. "I've just never heard your voice before...fuck it's hot."
Caught up in the sudden thrill, the knowledge that suddenly everything seemed to be so fucking perfect, the moon wasn't really thinking when he dragged his tongue along the tanned flesh he had been exploring with his face; and instantly regretted it when the body against his tensed up like a bow.
Oh. Fuck. Finally mind caught up with body, just in time to discover body had flung itself head first into a boiling pot of water while it was still lagging behind. Promptly mind began to beat body into submission, but the damage had been done. Swallowing heavily at the stiffening he felt taking over the tanned body, the albino wasn't able to prevent the small shiver of...not fear, exactly...regret. Regret that he had just possibly fucked up the best moment of his life because he couldn't keep his mouth to his fucking self!
"Marik, shit, I..." The arms around his waist tightened and the words stuck in his throat, eyes clamping closed as he prepared himself for pain. Shit shit shit! Just because Marik had kissed him, was holding him, did not mean that the blond was open for anything further. And by jumping ahead without even stopping to help the other across...fuck.
Flinching at the almost painful grip on his body Bakura forced himself to go as limp as possible, really not wanting to piss the sun off anymore then he already was by trying to resist him. Vaguely he picked up on three gasps, and detected the sound of feet - Ryou's, his senses told him - starting towards them.
"Ten feet star!" The sudden booming snarl in his ear caused him - and guessing by the vibrations, the other three as well - to jerk at the vicious tone to them. Unable to prevent it any longer, Bakura began to shake slightly; still not quite out of panic, more out of the strain of resisting the urge to run.
A startled intake of breath from the man holding him prisoner, and then the almost bruising force around his waist loosened. "Shit, Bakura! Fuck, did I hurt you?"
Successfully unbalanced by the sudden concern and guilt in the other's voice the albino stopped shaking, blinking in confusion at the mess of blond hair he had yet to remove his face from. "A...little?" He admitted a tad uncertainly, not exactly sure why he hadn't been mauled yet for overstepping the boundaries.
Releasing a small sound of distress the sun pulled back enough to brace his tanned forehead against the paler one of the moons, only furthering to confuse the albino since he now had a clear view of guilt rimmed purple. "Fuck; sorry. I didn't...you just...fuck." Releasing a loud sigh of frustration the sun slid one hand up the length of the moon's back to gently tug on the strands of blue tinted hair.
Okay, now he was on the path of 'I have no fucking clue what's going on'. Things had to happen - now. First off, the rambling had to stop. "Marik, I said a little. I'm fine. Besides...I can heal myself. Remember?" No sooner had the words left his mouth did the pain instantly cease; because he was, after all, still the fucking Moon! "So stop...whatever it is you're doing. Rambling."
For a second a dark look flickered into purple eyes and Bakura tensed; he really had to relearn to control his mouth. Fuck, he knew from experience a good temper was not something the sun was famous for. But the look was proven to be no more then self agitation because it vanished almost instantly, and no physical violence was inflicted upon him; and as an added bonus, the guilt also drained away.
Hey, they were getting somewhere! Excellent. Maybe he could get through this without losing a limb or two. However, that was the easy part, and as much as he didn't want to do this...They had to talk. Mostly about the blond's sudden change of heart about his well being - why the fuck was Marik suddenly getting so frustrated about hurting him now, when not three months - or more. Fuck how long had he been out anyway!? - ago he had been trying to kill the albino!
More importantly, they needed to discuss..well, them. More then once the tanned one had made it quite obvious that the moon was not to touch him, talk to him, come within 10 feet of him..So why was Marik holding him, comforting him, protecting him, kissing him!?
"Look...fuck...Marik, we need to...talk." Bakura finally managed to get out, tensing slightly as he waited for the other to respond; there was really only two responses he could get. A positive one, or a negative one. From past experiences..it was usually the negative one he received.
Only to be floored once again when the blond slowly gave a nod of confirmation, hand never ceasing in the gentle stroking it had begun through pale blue strands. "We need to talk." Came the almost soft murmur, deep purple gazing directly into his own red brown eyes.
"Ryou, Malik, I'll get to you two shortly." Bakura called over his shoulder, wanting to reassure his two friends he hadn't forgotten about them. At the slightly hesitant nods from the two stars he carefully pulled out of the sun's grasp, wanting to make sure the other was willing to let him move - obediently tanned arms fell away and he released a drawn out breath of relief.
That done he turned and made his way to the house, the sound of footsteps close behind letting him know the blond was following.
It was time to talk.
Dread was becoming an emotion he was all to familiar with.
Wow this chapter was longer then I expected...ah well! Anyway's, yes, next chapter is the dreaded..ugh...dialogue chapter. XD Bet some of you are groaning, 'Where'd all the action go!?'. Simple. It's on hold x: I'm a writer who likes to develop my characters. Not just fling them into one massive action scene after another.
Sorry people. You'll have to wait.
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